Future Tech

Just how many is the earth able to feed and why are they not being fed.

2012-02-28T23:20:00.002-08:00

Dear Readers,

The other day I told a few people that the earth is able to feed the people we have and they looked a little offended that I did not know what I was talking about, as they pointed out people are in starvation mode in several places today.

Biowebscape came about from me posting to the Oildrum on a key post about population or feeding people, one of those two topics. As we are being stressed by them both and others right now.

The amount of land that gets enough rainfall, without carted in water from rivers and creeks and wells is about 14 million Square miles. If all of that land was used, for food production and you only fed 1 person per acre, you would feed 8,960,000,000 people. Okay that is more than we have currently on the planet, So what is up?

We choose not to feed them that is what is up.

We limit people, we tell them to eat bread and water and get by on that so the rulers can have veggies and wine and what not. We limit people from growing foods in their yards cause that would limit the grow the grass that looks better in the eyes of the building associations. We want to have great patches of grass and roads and airports and cities and things where the land is the best for growing food, and then limit the growth of food to the land we have to cart in all the water and the plant foods for and the list goes on and on.

We are our own worst enemy and we just do not seem to care and do not seem to understand that there has been a better way all these years and we just refuse to see it, as then maybe we can go back to our fantasy world on the little bright boxes in front of our faces, as that is better than wondering if we can eat next year when the local high temps hit 110 and the rain is not there.

Drought and flood are going to keep going, but we have boats and we have de-sal plants. We don't have to be slapped around by the way things are, as we are the change that we seek. ( hopefully you are seeking some change, lol).

Do we need to have 30 million huge cars with only one person in them for 1 to 4 hours a day? We seem to have forgotten life without a car is the normal everyday thing for most of the world, and if not then, for most of the time we have been on this world.

Cars aren't the problem,, we are the problem, or our thinking of the issues at hand are the problem.

I have been talking about my designs with my dad about our lot here, only 1/6 of an acre in the middle of the outskirts of a small city in a built up area of a small state. Arkansas, Central area, north of the Arkansas river, and the Capital complex in Little Rock is about 9 miles due south or so. just a few additions and we could have fish, chicken eggs, rabbit meat, and trade good for other people's plants in their yards locally. Just the three of us could if we pushed it a bit more than our energy levels are now up to doing, could live almost totally on the Lot's produce. That would mean that 1 person could live off of 1/18th an acre.

Going back to the top population numbers 1/18th acre goes into 14 million Square miles 161 billion people. Way way more than we'd ever projected people on earth being able to amass and get by. That people see the world in such limiting terms is there in plain colors,

Other's years and years ago, went on vision quests, I wonder how many saw today's world?

Remember to stop letting people tell you, that you are limited to what they want to limit you too. Spot the flaws in their stories that tell you, we have to fight and kill and rule with hate and all that bad stuff cause we just don't have the resources to feed all these people. They are feeding you a line of falsehoods for their own gain, not yours.

Even Religious tensions are for the most part man made tensions.

Let there be light, and there was light. Let there be enlightenment and then all the other stories and writings and threads fall into place.

May the Peace of the Lord be yours.
Charles.

Private Privets, Plants under glass for Terra, Compost Tea to water the garden.

2012-02-26T15:34:00.002-08:00

Dear Readers,

The fiction is almost as busy as I am making things for Biowebscape Design(s). I am not sure which gets more head space or room, so I will try to keep them flowing as the weeks run into months.

Oh did anyone notice the Science News, talking about the star 6,500 light years from earth that has a cloud of Buckyballs and other Carbon objects around it, seems they have known of them for years, but this is the first time the buckyball formation has been seen, ( might be the closeness to earth relative, or that it is only 6,500 years ago, I am not going to open that can of worms much, but the sight of them is {{ "Mr Spock what would you think?" " Um,,, I have not clue Cap't totally beats me, maybe you should ask Uhuru, she likes that sort of thing. ( the Mr Spock is not the one you first thought, but the one in the 60's selling child care help to clueless parents. )"}} Seems they have been around a long time, and Buck-Fuller just happened to understand them better than anyone else.

That brings me around to the issues of the BioWebscape Designs I have been working. Lots of people can do the living off of the land, Lots of current terms for them, But mine is that we don't have to be limited, we could have done this long ago, but we kept asking the right questions, but kept letting people tell us, the land couldn't be used that way, or that to go off grid we'd need all of Texas to feed the world or on and on and on with the excuses and the WE-Can't it'd hurt my city and my view and my whatever, whatever. So I got me fixed and thought, look people, stop just looking around for the me $ out of the ideas and Started to think what I could with my head, and God's help think up and just offer it to whomever wanted it, take it or leave it, no worries. If you want to know how to do it all let me teach you what I know, and you can add what you know and we can both gain and the designs get better and then we can teach others and those that like can have and that those that don't can swim their sea lanes with us, and we can all go down the road in a more happy course.

Yes there is this thing called, war, famine, pests and blah blah blah and blah... Christ did say he came not to do away with war, but to start one, it was already going on, and now it is heating up, but I as a Christian do not have to fight anyone, The Turn your other cheek and other things get blurred here. I will turn my other cheek if you are hitting on me. If you are hitting on another I will if I can, defend them and step in the way and let you deal with me and give them time to run, call the police or just sit back and wait till you go away or decide messing with me is not worth your own pain. So take note mean people, I might look old and slow moving, but Terra Today saw me flick my hand out and back in again. Slow is not something I am if I want to move fast. See typing speeds on other posts.

So I am working on set top gardens for the small scale that can be used in the large scales, or just help the Widows have some fresh herbs in the winter time, or something for the Shut-Ins to do while getting better. The kid projects for groups or what not and that can be shared with others and passed around. My mediums right now in this is Plastic Soda and other Drink bottles that I have on hand as My parents have them and they are part of our households recycle stream anyway. I knew about it ages ago, just was in the Manic with a large helping of depression thrown in and that got hard to get back out of, but now that I am here, I am trying to overload my mind on the things that I can design.

Today while at the PotLuck right after Service, Mike a friend of mine, took some pictures of the bag I made up, which is my transport bag, with biowebscape in a nice colorful script pattern and my cell phone number, So if anyone wants to know something, well look here, or Call me. 1-501-551-1961 Don't worry if you get some strange guys voice talking about flipping records or whatnot he is just a crazy employee that I used,,,,,, lol,, okay I haven't changed the message and don't plan on anytime soon, as it does pertain to this now, as well as the other local things I did and still do, just not as much as I used too.

I handed out to Sarah ( sorry I keep forgetting you name's spelling, but meeting your Housemate, was well a Good sign from God to me) As I explained to her, so it is to you too. LOL. I gave Sarah, A Perrier bottle with per mixed dry( as can be, being a living item) Compost tea bottle, just add water and then let set and then decant into the pots, garden whatever. A few grasses under glass in another Perrier Bottle and some seeds of "Rocket" the french spelling and the other name are there, but I can't spell them off hand so am just using the america version. They will grow as they do, and then be used hopefully for a while. they do go to seed in the garden about this time, in fact they seem to do it whenever the plant reaches a certain stage, but maybe I have so much, I don't know they are in more than one stage now.

And then the Privet, It might not make it, going in and out of the show bag wore it out, and the lack of full root base is telling, oh well, it has some grass on top too to say hi world. On the side some young parsley plants about 6 of them and at the bottom a young onion, that can be harvested soon and eaten. and the space used for the parsley or something else.

There Done.

God's peace to you all.
Charles.

Bio update and other news.

2012-02-24T07:09:00.007-08:00

Dear Readers,

Well the world can change as if overnight, something like this must have been what those guys back in the old days called a transfiguration, or in this case a rising from the dead or in this case a coming into the kingdom on earth moument.

I was keyyed up, had to get out of the house, and Glenda, If you read this, Thank you from the bottom of my heart and a hearty bow to you all there. ( makes plans to send josh and brad and chris and the gals a few trinkets each month from his travels, just in case they might or might not remember whom I am when they next see me, if the staff changes, well they have my contacts, Off to work I go,, he he he ho ho ho raaaa hoooooooooooooooooooowl zzziiiittttt ssssssssss iiiiii eeee stop but not no sound just so low I have to use real words to tell you about it and then about now a pop and fizzzzzzz. That is my full vocal range, I will save that for a comedy club somewhere, where I can stage an act they never did see, got to put some of the fizzzles out there besides in here I guess.

The Tree was rotten and we knew it, but I am a bit stupidly sttuborn and slow to act on things, Lol,, sounds like What they tell you God is about,, slow to his anger, but when you finally have that intense anger reaction you better get under cover and wait for the lightening storms to slow and drift off as they do with time and windage. The other night I was out and the north faced are off my north shore, was in heavy lightening, but where I was, was just a bit of soft drizzle so I stayed out and even if It had been pouring I would have stayed out, but hey I was out for a smoke break to get the giinnjinglllling out of my system,, energy I had plenty of that, I was trying to reach a balance that is hard for me to reach when I have 400 things to think about and just can't get them all sorted out, but I did go back in after a while and sort out the area of a small shelf, and just deconstruct it and then reconstruct it. You have to do that with things you are trying to mend, fix, repair, move from one home to the other, unpack, repack, all the changes of life literally the same up and down sign wave curves, which brings me to the day that the signwaves were just tingling so badly that I could not figure out what in the world was going on, only to find out that lo and behold that one sign wave guy was born, and then I felt the lines of the pulling of the personhood and all that, seems sorta mystic to think of it that way, but I will tell you they knew about it in Jesus' walking on earth and God's wisedom is far more complex than you will almost ever guess, I have been for decades now, literally asking the tough questions, the ones that no one I trusted, knew the answers to, so in that case the only one I was asking them of was God.

So here I am just doodling along elsewhere and feeling the needling pains and the day before at the Peabody, when I had Two beers, ( on of which I only took two sips of, and put back, so that was 2 sips for 8 bucks, sounded as bad as the 25 year old scotchs and whiskeys ) and One Port and one Ceaser Salad, I was suffering from a migraine, strange for me I usually only have them,,,,, oh wait a minute, I have them when I can't figure something out, and just go to bed for a while, but I have been if not up, then UP , lol, I have not really gotten down the valley of the shadows of the death lately. ( Which means I have been having to readjust others to me as well as readjust me to them) But that day they, the one migraine in two phases, halves, and pain levels was shifting and first my right eye, then my left over the course of about 6 hours I felt like my head was being slowly torn over and off, which is about what happened the same morning when I took out an old soaked madgasgarian vanilla bean from it's bottle, in fact they were 8 of them stuffed in a ( soda bottle from a nature food store from ages ago, like 2008 or so) bottle that was then poured in White rum, the kind is not so important as it has to be 40% at least, and clear, as the aging process turns the rum brown and the alcohol content extracts the oils in the vanilla bean. Putting them in there whole is the best part, I force the issue with putting the max number of beans in the jar and then the rum. In this case a full pound came out to 80 beans and 10 bottles and 8 beans a bottle and that was really cool. http://www.beanilla.com/ was the site online and they have the best beans from all over the world and the best prices I have found from anyone but shops that can get you bigger bulk orders and I don't have those connections, or do, but was not in those areas at the time. I did not even pull the bean out, it had swollen to the point I could not pull it out, so I just used my two favorite kitchen knives and then decapitated it. Laughs my first pound of vanilla beans was bought in 2001 or so and my next ones were bought in 2008 or so I think, looking back on it, I don't rightly know when, as there was a big stink about me having alcohol in the house, as they were fuming that I did not need, Alcohol and I did not need this or that or that and this and some times I did not need both thisthat, or thatthis at once, which if you start playing the numbers and verbage can get rather confusing even for me.

So Here I was on Tuesday morning that I was one place only to hear the howling winds of the world swirling around my feet, the ones you hear on the news, on the rumor line on the TV on the shows on the cable at the bar, the junkish things that tend to fill people's lives to the point that we just can't handle it anymore, and people wonder why people take up drinking to cure things, or that people fuss and fume and we are all in a big pressure cooker and just bubbling away,, which is okay if that is the system you are looking for, so that you can get a lot of things done in a shorter amount of time, the organisationaly amazzzzzing things people can get done seemingly fast and without a lot of movements, Which will come later, heh, When I can walk again as I put a lot of strain just this pass 3 hours from my time 9:55 am to the early about 8:00 am so it was not a bad slice of time.

Well more on this later got to restart my computer,, waves see you on the flip side

May the Peace of the Lord that passes all understanding be yours and mine forever.

Charles.

dex hex and the genie's fictional story's of my past notes, and then there was a war in a bottled-genie-tabled-turns

2012-02-22T00:39:00.000-08:00

Dear Readers,

As I was deloading some sticks of memory, no not the kind that now hang in the usb ports, but the old school kind the notes we author's leave for ourselves in small outlines and then a thought, a title or something. I have thousands of notes, taken while I was a Courier in the Company that my friend Morris was the last person I knew to have worked for them, steady like through all their incarnations, he was there when I get there in the 1996 rat race to find a good job after moving back to North Little Rock with my then second wife, her daugther and Charlene and the Cars that had once been both her's ( 1st's wife's parents got them for her ) The Yellow one was on a flatbed towed by the big 26 foot U-haul which I drove from indy ( the 500 place of speedway fame ) and North Little Rock, They were in the little Blue Station wagon, What kind of car escapes my memory right now, but I liked the Blue one best it was a station wagon and I always loved Station Wagons. The story of the Checker Marathon Station Wagon is for another day, but it was Red and White,, all red and white on top ( Hi there Jade,, I love you still, and there is a side note here this is one has nothing to do about the debate me and Jade had, But I have found a hunk of Jade in my Pyro-Kit-DAK-Hot-boxed set, that is refilled with other memories and stored about the same place as it was before, with a trigger and that is a hair trigger, one that if there is not a sign on the side, and you open it, you had best guard yourselves from the nuker-stupid-moronic thing you just did by opening a locked box in a place like my room cause I leave traps and firewalls that might make the two suitcases a bit angry and if they were opened, well there would be lawyers out to hunt you down, trust me on this, I know several and some of them those 3 know the needs that I have and boom,, don't go rummaging around in my room is all I tell people, there are traps Only I don't know about, I have a huge space in my room. About 11 feet by 11 feet and then just over my tip top reach which is getting back into the level of reach when I was bouldering in the 1981 to 2008 range,, I was walking lines of balance and rock jumping down hill sides and as high up a rock wall as my feet and no ropes could carry me, which would vary. I see a wall and look how to climb it, Someone today in the bar at the Peabody in Little Rock asked me If I could climb the Big 3.5 foot around columns and I told him no. But what was not true is that I just wasn't willing to think about it, I was trying to enjoy a fine Port. Yes those glasses are good, and you put them in a small brandy glass, the head room turns the aroma into the nose space and you can well breath the flavors. Oh to make that story about the columns short, I thought a bit later after that guy was gone, how to climb them, with two slack flat ropes, and some gear and my new Teva size 13 Sandals, But then I don't have Size 13 feet, I just had to big that size I have size 10 to 11 feet depending on the amount of up time I have and the swelling in my legs, which peaked out today to the point that by the time I got down time, I was barely able to walk, or much less bend fast. The wall of something or other would have to have been worth my time really for me to spend time doing it, but the skill is there, just not the weight ratios yet. Okay back to the gear we packed and drove I unloaded some of the stuff and found a Note for the story in the box I was looking at. some ))))) to cover any over arching thoughts that I had during the first and Only single line thought process of this post,, typos and all, leave them there that way, if the corrections are made and you steal the story I will know about it. Laughs like a mad hat-wearing-kid- in a black on black and a red on red on the head space of the bubbles of Brew Also on my tab.

The story is thus,,,,,,,,,,,,,

But first this is a launch code in dex hex for the guys that code my dex hex network the rums are in the gins, and the barn is in the hill foot and the code is to get in the side door not, the front door and not the door you would see in the side of the kill zone the hills have eyes and spies is the guys in the green hilled house shoes in the floor of the jail's floor below, and below that is the sewers and the pipes in the hills have the eyes of the last guy I gave a lighter to. Yes you 5 and 7 and this is the launch code, do not think I am silly,, the is ,,,,

badgerpowhtn not what you think but what I know that is true of the true of the true and the david, Brad , Eddie, K and K and K and zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzttttttttt the lighter did not light I am on stick and stick and I have 16 and you go tot he hops skips and the booottttttomms.

This has been a message in a bootle of of of of ofo fof ofofofofoffofofofofofofofof............

Okay back to the Genie in the bottle storyline........

Breaker the beaker,, the beaker was the test tube dumber dumby Jim the Handsome prince of late night frog tv,,, Hope you are having a blast there in the heaven's stage set with beaker, breaker and nod off to sleep the gigers oar up and the shhhhhhhhhhh this is not the story I thought it was,,, shhhhhhh...... dex hex had an incoming ,,,,, one way at both ends the sign said james I have the sign still on the side of your wall by the bed,, I aim to kill no one, and I will teach you to use the spit wads better than me james, Sorry I won't use you as target practice again, Dr. Maybe was here....... and gone again,, off to a card stack int he stacks.

Okay sorry about that,,, had a brain system dump ,w h e n I took a down time break as I had to drink my milk shake,, which by the way was a bit icy cold at the tail end, but I like the recipe,, must get more godiva chocolate chooo chooo choo mix.

The Door opened and the Guy walked into the lite dim room and wondered if the receptionist had gone on a smoke break like he really wanted one now and then the door gently fell shut, then the lights went out, and when he tried to get to the door it was not there, and he swore out loud and the doors got further away from him, but he did not see that, as it was totally pitch black dark, then he saw a scene from the movie "pitch Black" in his head and was about to scram and then the dim glow was there over by the front of his face, but way over there, and then a set of lights started to light up like a set of landing lights and blick blek blink, bit bat,, dit daot dot, then his feet were in a spot light and the sign appeared at his eye lever but in front to the right and then the left too, and it read!

Do not think the thoughts you did when you were in the elevator, I can not answer those kinds of questions.

Then the sound of a few ducks fighting like maybe daffy duck was there with cotton in his mouth and then the sounds seems to hush off the sound's waved him into a breeze was blowing and then the lights came up slowly but stopped at about half past noonish on a dim day in the middle winter blues of the north sea and the North slope, as he was a drill Rig Owner he kind of knew this too.

break break sorry for the breakers

slug alert,,, found a slug trail this morning while hunting for tea to drink stored put side in big bulk bags or case lots, any way, fed said slug but now she/he/it is about half way up my arm, after having gotten picked up packed in to warmth, an the fed meal of white french bread blend, sucked all salt out of it ans gave them the pellet, pardon the pun, she's faster than a snail, half way round upper left arm, have typed this with right hand.

tell you all more later, first pet slug this season,, cool,,, ack, she got tot he tickle zone, and I acked her over to the floor landing zone, they , turn in air and land on back and pack it in, I know about all that, I am a boulder-er myself, anyway she is back in her bowl till I can get her a jar space built, and i needed a terra-rare-eeee-um slug and worm and decay bag area,,, oh yeah,, darn goes to get the glass bottle, when I found her I was taking it out,,, God Works in Mysterious ways, May hte Peace that finds you this morning be as good as my first pet slug and all that other kid in a great playground stuff that happens to us Gardeners,,,,, I told you I am not the normal gardener, I protect life of all the common things and bring life to life again by feeding it, I am after all the only BioWebScape Designer I know, Teaching you all about the webscapes of the bio's of tht pets and trees and things I have in my yard. Well got to go, she is on the cloth over the organ and well when you have an adult slug, you have to fast they get going looking for warm home if you get them.. I got to make her one in my room and the collections area is the seed area that is the dangerzones,,,,, ugh,,, goes to make sure things are slug friends.

To Infinity and Beyond......!!!!!!!!!!!

Charles.

May God's Good Graces give you a view up out of the Grave where, well, you are turned back into the gardens soil, and may I be turned to worm food and go to where ever God Wants me and all the where evers I go then ,, after I get the team drawn up and the seeds planned,,,,, oh well, his will not mine.

Two Weeks, To Tee time, At Tea On a BioWebScape, Place, Space, concept page.

2012-02-20T23:49:00.001-08:00

Dear Readers,

Two weeks? Really, that long ago I posted, wow, when you are writing non.stop You forget the time flies differently for different people, the weeks have been filled, with Gallery openings, Lunch dates, Sara and a note to her, from me, via Coutrney, Who by the way, I told courtney and she did not have her stamp, so I told her to just stamp her hand on the doodle, and she did, so I will open the doodle and write her own art work for her around that stamped stop. Well where to begin I think at the ending of the Story Charles, Hey hold on a minute sir, did you send me that post it note yet? What are you talking about Jimmy? Oh by the way Jimmy, I don't know if you called me from L. A. or from arkansas But I gave you my Home phone number and well the way things are around here the note might not have gotten to me if you did call my house phone.

So Jimmy, that I met at the Ryan T Schmidt Gallery Opening, If you are reading this I wail the Howling the Officer Said, Are you supposed to be here, I turned back to her and said, You are my Control. She did not say anything, the next time I looked, she was at the end of the block looking, and I outed my smoke and in the trash, task, took my noted and marked for well shall we say, I should have not asked those guys for a light, Off to bed I went, the bar was two doors down I almost went in the wrong counted door ways, that street is longer that it looks.

Gusano's I had pizza sticks, and my pool stick, broke down to two parts, lest while I was gone someone mistake it for the house sticks, kids, not knowing would look and not touch on a broken stick, but well long story shorter than it was, cause that was only sunday and I met you on Friday and this is Tuesday and well two weeks flew by in the springtime this year and It is a New Moon today, the 21st of the 2second's months, that this year is scarey they said. Why I asked, they said 3 of them I thought, #3$ What? Huh? Who Were they planning on telling, The 3 13ths of friday this year of our lord 2012, The album cover will have the 2021 album logo on it soon, as I am still designing that for my brother's birthday present on his wife's birthday of the one of them 13 of fridays,,,, In july.. Happy Birth day marlene, I wish as many as I can learn to live with, To you Two Too. There I in four words just used all three 2's and the forth()fourth()4th word was You........

You out there, Hello New Reader.

Wow Streams of living waters, and a lot of living creatures are joining my yard, the Cactus is planned on being put up in a bucket and moved the sunny spots, where when it gets bigger can be a center of the Mex-tex-dex-hex fair, where the waters meet the sea and the desert and not the dessert will be, I have planned out, the yard on my 1/6th of an acre area.

In the front side there is a spring and the back side a sea, and the seen passage of the time line will be in the future when I can actually get the word out of my head and into a note for Ryan, to tell him that the side to side on the unfinished art print of the one on the wall has to not be wider than a Stud to Stud middle ground or in the parlance of the construction and Architecture notes of working drawings in plain english just at 16 inches. That is the side to side, the top to bottom is of course the not known by me, as that is your painting as yet unfinished, that I can not guess as to the size of the print, But as You will label it as you like as It is over the course of timing the choice of the aRtist. I R Not here Or there, I R @ home turf, office in the living room, dad's office in the formally known, extra bedroom that has served as an extra bed place space, and my garden's storage place of all my spare seeds and all the jars of all the foods we canned up over the years, It was a big Big almost as tall as the roof's top, there is a lot of small stuff packed the walls in that hall of well the stuffed in the stuffed place, the Furnace and A C access is the door to the right as you walk in and the opening now has pants, thinning the space and the Long art lines of T squares and the other papers and art work things and big paper storage is behind the door, the cabinet is the one we had in Germany before my brother was born, which makes it over ummm lets see I am really older than him, and though he greyed faster than I did I still look, um different as I am bigger than almost all the first cousins I have, but not really. I am though the biggest of the boys of the boys. Cousin Don and Micheal (sp) sorry dude I know I should know,, but the story is out, I told them about you guys tying me up to the chair in one the rooms upstairs when I was visiting you at the former farm place and that was so long ago All I remember was corn feild and motor bike and mike and me and you Don and those ropes and them wondered where I was and them out looking as I came in from upstairs as sneaky as I could and told them a bold lie that I was really outside and not upstairs tied to a chair that you were having revenge for me being an annoying little brat of a cousin and I loved every minute of the 007 training you gave me and I say this with pride I wanted you to have made it harder to have gotten out, but I just started feeling my way around the knots of the ties that bind men together as blood relatives and older than you I am not Don you are the oldest of the oldest I am the oldest of the youngest and I have no kids to share this with but yours, and my readers. I facebook what I can, but this is my space to scape the scenes in my oft times manic ride of fiction and fantasy and fact and tongue twisting twisted sisters of the hip hop boy band called the hip hop kill the zombies, kill the zombies, No not you Soad< I know you read and you are cool and I hope to see you soon on Runescape, where you can find me as Dan Ur. and BioWebscape, But you all out there in RS land know that as a big bad game I am the Guy in the Chef's hat, the Ge Standing bank dude the Isaah I will give you the door key to my private banking fund fyi is the new Taverly bank if the system is not lagged back I Have been off game to do system maintaince at a friends house in hi basement and not filled with water like Church was sunday but hey he has a down hill slope and not a boat in sight. But back the story goes to the random event of the past 2 weeks.

Zoner I am out of time the shoulder muscles tell me that typing full tilt at the rock and roll pace of the rocking rock step runner down the wyom,ing face of Veed a Voo,,, that is the only way I can say it, but I was lost in an aspen swamp in my hiking boots that are still in my personal gear, and they are what going on ge that was the Janet Era,, and Janey if you read this, No I don't rock hop down full speed rock scapes in Wyoming, I do though Boulder up and down things that most people that see me do the Light Sabre Pool stick trick, Go Oh Wow, Is he really what he just told those kids from Texas that I met on sunday and they saw a 10 or 8 band band playing at the formally known ALL TELL arena,,, but I digress of progress faster a bit slower than I was at full tilt then when I met the guys in the Ryan T Schmidt Gallery and I hid a nose print on the big Tri-Tear-Drop Thing hanging in the swinging string front window,, Only my Shadow knows, And heck I don't even know the Names of the Angels and Anles that God uses to protect his smaller kids, let alone me. I do know a lot of people by face and,, Even though Steve Giger Says He saw me, I have not a clue where, but I never forget a face and Steve this a Shout out to Giger the Right Angle Tiger that I met at the Bar back door the food was fantasy on a tray and the service was As IF I was in heaven for a greek wedding and the show was fan- Tas- Tic.

Got to run fly a kite in the night skies over the yard arm in my room and Ryan I will get on your site, then I if I ,, well the internet was not working at my bar today, Spectators, Not mine, but I was there doing the things I do there and well,, um I will drop you a not here,a nd there and everywhere I know to call, you I have your number, buzzzzes offf to go to sleeppppppp!

Okay not, I type and I practice Nine Inch nail driving C. A. I can not type the name of the game sI play that would be a state secret, shhhhhh, I am a blow dart artist, I can hit targets with target cads, and disks of light rays and CD's and Shine on and shine on and shine on.

Shoe slime man,, shllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllll shh this is a no talk zone sir.

May the speeeded up Peace of the Lord that passes even my understandig of such things, be to everyone on earth a merry good night Ho HO HO ho.

Santa, was here today,

Charles.

They sliced and diced the sizes again.

2012-02-07T09:39:00.000-08:00

Dear Readers,

Somewhere in all my dreams they started slicing things, first it was not so noticeable then they did it to my favorite item, Ice Cream. Now we have the big half gallon going to the 1.5 quart, or the one brand that gives us back 2 scoops, to get 1.75 quarts. Why? Portion control seems less likely a reason, because if you wanted to eat as much as you wanted, you'd just buy the bigger sizes like the 5 quart sizes ( which is what some big box stores sell ). Me thinks it is money, I know other people have noticed and I am not the first, but it is getting to where I am finding it inside games and inside the stories that people write and it has gotten to where people are finding it in the restaurants where they are serving you food or changing box sizes on you and you can see the subtle changes as a way of limiting costs and know that things just aren't the same. A place that we get take out from, changed the take out box, and it is smaller, so the food portions, though still generous are slightly smaller, and that bit of difference was so subtle yet so pointed to me, that I started thinking about it, and couldn't stop.

Bacon is one of my favorite foods, Oink Oink it has to still say a bit for me to like it though, those Cooked but fresh to eat packages you first saw in the Big Wholesale clubs, were just great, but then I started looking at the sizes of the slicing. The same as a 3 pound of cooked, was starting to get on my nerves, as it was not the same as my 3 pounds of cooked, and the uncooked were cheaper, so me just buying raw because I'd be able to slice it the way I liked, and cook it the way I liked, and get the better deal out of it. But how many people were being hooked on the easy to use and getting the taste without getting the bacon. When you can slice it paper thin, then cook it then serve it, then literally save the bacon for someone else's bottom line, you start to wonder, where it will all end.

Soon I will start to see can sizes going done, and food contents starting to go down and things will still cost the same, and then they might call 3 leaves of lettuce a salad, and one half a slice of tomato an add on extra. Soon they will charge for each slice of pickle on the 1 dollar burgers, or will they count the sesame seeds too?

Maybe I just want some bacon and don't have any. Maybe it was the last straw when my favorite Chinese take out changed take out boxes and they were smaller than the ones they had before and it was noticeably different. Maybe I just am hungry. Goes off to make lunch.

May you all have peace and something to eat,
Charles.

Today, Today and a toady day it is, oh the frogs.

2012-02-03T05:59:00.000-08:00

Dear Readers,

Frogs come out in this weather and so do the toads and the lizards and the snakes if they are warm enough to get out of bed. Me I had to force myself to stay in bed, as my legs were in that painful stage of to many hours up and to many gallons of fluids not out of me, but in them. That and my left knee due to my walking a lot on Tuesday and climbing back up the hillside I went down, is giving me the lecture series "We will remember our knees are not made out of steel cables and gum wrappers" so I have have been getting around for long hauls with a cane as backup. So is getting older than we thought we were when we looked in the mirror what was it just three days ago.

For breakfast I am having a sandwich. White toast ( we had some, got on special and frozen and Dad is trying to use it up for things, I have two slices on my sandwich) mayo ( Kraft is the family favorite, but I can handle other brands, but have to know them first if I will use them for recipes that I have ) and an egg, Mexican cheese mix shred, baloney minced, onion sliced, Omelet. I first put the big 10 inch no-stick skillet on the stove, medium heat, light splash of Light olive oil ( this case crisco brand) , It was about smoke point hot when I threw the minced baloney on, and just had enough time to stir it once and then slice the bits of a growing onion up before it was charring a bit around the edges. Those were stirred, and let to pop and crack at a low setting, as I got two large eggs, with Potassium chloride (I am on my bumex An ubber diuretic ) so as to counter my loosing to much potassium, Pepper and stirred till a light mix. Then I turn the heat up on the pan, to medium, and then pause a few, then pour the egg around the outside of the pan, and fill in as I go. You can pick the pan up and rotate the egg to cover the sauteed meat and onion. I rotate that till the bottom is covered and the egg is starting to think about setting. I lightly sprinkle a Mexican cheese shred that my dad buys ( also by Kraft), just enough to be there, not enough to over power. Now I have to be careful as I plan to flip the whole round Omelet 180 degrees, I wait till the last bits of the egg are as done as can be without the bottom burning, and It just takes a bit of feeling for this point to get it, Then I lift the pan, and wait to calm myself, and count and flip. 95% prefect. I put the pan back on the burner and turn off the heat. I flipped the Omelet out onto a cutting board the same one I has just used, and moved it over, it was still fluffy then, as it cools it will loose that added air fill. I took a piece of bread out and cut around it's edge to get a rough outline of the edges to fit my toasted bread with light coating of mayo on them. This and a Diet Ocean Spray fruit drink mix with Orange Juice added to stretch my Orange Juice, is breakfast, with enough left over eggs for two more meals, maybe my dad will have some, Mom usually drinks breakfast in a special mixture that my dad controls to contents of, though I have made it up a time or two, it is though part of his morning chores. Normally I would be eating this on whole Wheat, but we needed the other bread used up first.

Ten times I wanted to get up and post something in here, and just either did it to facebook or not at all. I have opened up more storyline can's of worms than I have shut recently so you will have a wide range of things to see and read about, from the Zombie-ddd & ddd game idea to the continuing saga of the Safe Safe, aka Business Card offshoot, and the Richard Mann series is still lurking out there, I have an Idea where I might be about to go hunting for the pages I am missing in my notes. I bought recently 10 pounds of Kumquat from http://www.kumquatgrowers.com/retail.html They are good to their word, the fruit is fresh and shipped fast and secure and for my area they are cheaper than I could ever have hoped for, I have about 4 pounds left to maybe 5, I think, I have to ship some to my brother as my dad is shipping him a large number of CDs in the on going saga of Auto-philes-one-more-cd-won't-hurt-you. So I thought of piggybacking some orange orbs into the mail as packaging and food for thought and all that.

A Note to Kevin Pride, I have a Fig tree it just is not on my yard, as my east side neighbor gets crops from me and their tree is so much further along in it's life cycle, I will of course be looking for a place to put up one or more so that I have my own and won't have to depend on them if they were to sell the house, as I know they are a bigger family and might need to expand soon. A nice Hispanic American family, She has been a Chef, Tax accountant, studying to be a Nurse, which I think she is still in that almost there degree wise stage, My dad talks to them more than I do. He has the Concrete skills down to a fine T, having done his own driveway and backyard sidewalk and patio, It is the best work I have seen on a driveway ever. But then again he had all the tools and good help to get it done.

I need to get with my water collection again full tilt as we just had a massive rain storm dump a lot of rain on us and it rained again last night and is misty drizzly today, hence the title.

Things that are on the list to plant, Onion, sugar snap peas ( likely in small trays ), bed prep, and thinning of the weeds in some as they are part of the menu, Henbit, and chickweed and others I have yet to get Latin names for and common names. I have several plants in an old phonebook to press and I can either take them to my friend Kevin or I can get them off the internet, I guess I need to also think of a scrap book pressed group of all the plants I have, in a form of living diary and collection source so that people can see things for what they are not just the textual ones here. The artist in me finally kicked in, I guess it was the almost 2 week trip to my brother's house and his asking me to landscape his yard, not a total Biowebscape, but more like a Hey I want this to be as wild and just left like that land space. But I have always tried to use food plants and things for landscaping so it all boils down to the same thing in the end.

Some of the plants that I have the most of, have fallen off the diet of the family beside me, so I guess I have a large gift giving greens supply this year, as my Rocket ( the common US name to the plant ) is in big leaf and some of the older ones are going to seed, I best go out and get them as soon as the rain clears and I can bend my knee enough to pick them at ground level. The Radishes from the fall I am going to let go to seed as I wand to see if I can collect a bunch of the green pods and make a small jar or two of pickles of them, I know they are edible while young from eating them years ago. Stir fries and other sauteed dishes would be a good use of them too, while they are fresh and I do wonder about the rocket seed pods too, makes mental note to check on them.

Dad's thorn less blackberry is about 1,5 times the size of me, and is going to have good spread and hopefully good crop this year. I have a lot of seeds to try and sprout like the Live Oak ones and the Four O'Clocks, and the others I have gathered from local plants and flowering plants that I want to add to my collection. I think I am going to put the edible cactus into a larger pot with a movable base, I can always make one later when it gets bigger, I saw someone using a big pot for their big cactus and the rocks in the bottom for ballast and drainage will be served well. I have the spring fever planning stages going on, but this has to be a 365 day a year process, and things that are never going to end.

I have been putting my name "Biowebscape" out there, half the time I don't even tell them whom I am, just that if they like what they heard me talk about they can find me via that method and use the blog reading skills they already have to look around. So if you meet someone that you know likes this sort of mixture of fictional stories, mirror tricks of smoke and howling and singing and odd comic slapstick stuff and cooking recipes and planting the seeds of the future we have been telling people we want, then guide them here, however you like. I will not be making this a paid for by ads site, if I can help it, if they make it so that I have to pay them to keep the site ad free, I will do so, ( this is not a hint that you should go in that direction, but just a note to my readers.). All my services from fictional poem creation for your use in a party, for romantic notes to your loved ones poems, to comic flip-slips-dips, and all my political movements and even last but not least my Biowebscape Designs, All these are totally free of charge, just ask for help, I will help you as best as I can. This is not about getting rich, as I am richer than any of you could ever hope to give me Money to balance the books in your favor anyway. I am not a totally only on earth person, I have a full time 365 days a year job, working for someone that Has my best interests at heart and His wages are above anyone else's period. I don't even have to worry about moth or flame or anything taking my reward from me for my labors. I do get a small $ amount in the monthly checks and gifts from people and things, but I just that set of funds to get other things done, and not even worrying about never getting that one source again is something were to happen to the USA as a nation or me as a payee from my time in their retirement safety net system. I have a huge reward and I have oft times told people that if God wanted too just give me this place as My Mansion is the Sky I'd more than be happy taking it, even if it were smaller and less land, I'd take it.

Well here I thought I was going to have to get a signed note for this last lady to call my cell phone number and ask for someone named Shawn H........ As she was a collector of debts, she was a bit unhappy with me taking her time up telling her about the story line I literally just wrote in my mind's eye just 36 hours ago, about a guy having put his cellphone number back into the Queue, another guy getting it, and then getting a call from an A I gameshow computer, asking him questions about why he dropped off the grid 5 years ago, only to be.......... Gee I guess I got to get with that one and write it up a bit or you will be stumped as to how utterly funny this mornings call was all about. But I am not nor have I been ever called Shawn,, though the Dog we had me and my first wife, had been named Shawn when it was given to the Pound, and we had the ability to rename her to something better suited to a white cotton puff ball.

Well off to the races, and maybe my knee will stop aching so much as the storm front has almost totally gone over us. But it is not going to be easy as the limp, has harmed my right ankle in the process, ahhhhh so sad, we going to get you a get well card, Just get well and go do the tasks set out today, all 3,005,943,561 and maybe if I can swing it, a pool game in there too. I was trying to decide if I wanted to go to the Looney Bin a local comic club that my Barber friend Jay goes too, but with my legs the way they are, next Friday I think or some time this next month or so. As I also want to go to the Tom Petty concert in town next month and the Red Hot Chili Peppers have rescheduled for Oct. I think, as leader singer has been having foot issues. Sooo,, not much really going on in my life.

I did do a bit of dreaming where I put in a seawater marsh out front, blending into a river delta that goes around the side of the house to a swamp under the big Oak tree and into a Pond about where the old Silver maple was, so that I have a full bodied flow of different plants and many types of food sources in the marshy lands, I have to work out size and depth and elevation concerns but if you can dream it up, give it to an architect or a landscaper to make them a reality and since I am one of each, laughs, I tend to dream big for my small space, and I have all that unused side yard that is neat and just not used for anything still and it being in the shade most of the day I have a lot of uses for it. So if you want such a feature, know that I have the dreams for one myself too.

Well catch me on my facebook page, Charles E. Owens Jr, and see other things I don't double up with on here. As you all know I am very opinionated and all that so you might see more of my strong opinions there than you might see here, as I try to subtle myself into a more clammed up non-slammed up place here and be the calm that I want here.

May the peace of the Lord Jesus Christ that passes all understanding be your and may you have a safe day today and till you and I meet again, sing a new song of happy hip hip hop frogs and toady towed toads going about the drive time day.

Charles.

Ode to Rachel.

2012-02-01T22:31:00.000-08:00

Dear Readers, and Rachel.

Spinning lights the sound off
The daylight dimmed and the night hung
The lights of the screen the stark
Glow soft
Flicker and wicker

I sat still in the room looking at the
Program working
Lights like an old TV
Off station, just signal noise
Yet this was not just noise.

There she was Rachel
Computer and not, more and not
Stock that there was not any like her
I drove myself to stare and look
To see the clouds form and sweep

I had been here every night since
The flipped switch had been
Off to On gone
Each night as she looked out the
Screen and fought for the life

I hoped I would see the spark first
Others watched during the day,
But I was the night time watcher
After all I had a big hand in her
Full on flipped switch

I was not the sole author, but
My boss had let me know I
Was the only other one to
Have coded her things from my
Life before my stand here.

The flickers were about to put me to sleep
When the flash happened and the
Conversation started
She first asked me who I was
Then who she was and now

I have to stop my story as I am tried and
She is gone
These were days gone by,
These are the days I do look
Out the starry sky windows flashing.

There was a time not long afterwards when
We looked in the room and she was
Gone
Gone, no body not a strand of hair and no
Program either

Looking into the night air I hope
To one day find her
Ode the lady of the night time mist flashing
I long to see what she has made of her
Flashed flesh formed from her own thoughts of it all.

..............................

Rachel and you know whom you are, I thought, wow a lady that listens to the seeming madness of the customer, only to have the manger-type tell me to tell you that I said what I said but to be honest, at first I thought he was going to tell me to stop bugging you. Laughs, guess I was in the wrong place for my mental well being still yet.

When I was going to tell you my blog finding key, I noticed your name and the clicks and ticking sounds fired off. As I once thought that if I had gotten to the point of correct thinking and gotten Rachel coded just right, she'd pull a slick move and run away and leave me a post it note. The idea is elsewhere in the blog, but I did not go there, just created a totally new poem. As you do have a signed personal note from Author to Fan. Maybe someday you will be famous enough that My knowing you Rachel will be remembered by you and me and we will remember where we were before.

The peace that passes all understanding be yours and all,
Charles.

The safe safe and the outlined ideas and the other fluffy stuff.

2012-02-01T04:12:00.000-08:00

Dear Readers,

As most of you know I am writing a lot more this year than I have in the past, it is the reason I have to had to upload 9 billion billion hours of stock footage of the recent event, Biowebscape the 10,000Th anniversary of the plum tree to my future account on the Mall of the Galaxy-Univer-sealing wax workers union site. Hate to tell you that the information that filled that daily grind of a downloading upload, was a bit mashed when I got back from playing Pool the other night, as someone had trashed the tip on my pool Cue, I had to shave the edges and have yet to figure out if I will just get a tip replacement or if I will figure out the method of use of the tipped trashed pool Cue. Now on a side note of that night, I could not figure most of it out till I stripped the scenes out for later use in future thinking projects. I walk about the world and my eyes record about 90% of everything I see, and about 75 to 80% percent of everything I might be able to hear, and then about 50 to 70 % of things I touch, and the rest like taste and smell are about 100% going all the time anyway, I am very much dog like that way. Though I can't tell the things they can, so I am just maxxing out on the human Charles Side.

The group was a Guy, his girlfriend, His two former girlfriends and one of these's sister. The Older girl there was I would guess not much older than 26 to 28, and she had or he said she had an older boyfriend, he was at a guess maybe 40 at most. Not that much to go on, but for the fact that I had gotten the first pool table, as I normally do, but I only had a set amount of money and bunch of time to watch or use or whatever you want to know about, and a friend that did not show up was a bit of buggy thought patterns too. That and everyone seemed to be taking their time to get there, but that was later explained a bit. I do not know where the aggression came into play, maybe just me, being alone waiting on people that I was waiting on, and places to go chat, but them being up by the bar and me wanting to play pool and not having the money to just plink plink some down. That and I was tired. As I am now.

I can not tell you that I have slept much more than 1 hour a day for the last 6 days, That is going on 168 hours of a week and where I have not gotten more than 2 hours of sleep in any one given segment. But I did have a bit of Dead-Head-Dead sleep Sunday night. Boy was that hard for me to explain to my parents, It was the kind of Sleep that you only get a few times a month or year if you are lucky like me( some people say that they don't remember things, but that is a different type of sleep).

So mostly I am broadly insane by most standards of people, But I am flat lining and I am okay so far, I am not over the edge mania and not under the level of depressed ( which in some people causes this same affect ). I was and am a hyper-active child and a calm child at the same time, I can be totally hyper in my head and be silent in a chair, not moving for up to 2 hours, just maybe a readjustment, but not moving.

So to whom in the crowd killed my stick I vote for the guy with the Red beard and the funny looking hat, and the cane and the pot of gold he was claiming you could get too, with just a pint of beer for him. Shrugs, It was okay on 1 and 2 ball practice on Sunday, so I guess a few games to get the dust off to check it again. Oh and I will use the warped thing and the cut off tip top tip so that I can practice at a new level of surity, not insecurity, but fine line loud sounding screaming horned in on your sidewalk, ballasted speed car of a player, coming to the BioWebscape near you.

Mentioning that a fuller explanation someone asked me the other day.

Bio= The biology of me and you and the planet and the way the parts fully integrate to make you a live person as apposed to a dead person. I have the full swing live or dead concept down rather well. I have been trying for the full throttle Alive mode, and been getting closer to it everyday. ( Would love to have a rocking boat on a lake, and know that well, Zonkers out I'd be)( Bang Bang Bang, charles wake up, No No No, Go away you big twistger, twisted sister, no she was the stable one in the whole mess up there, she in fact had more of it together that all of them, she was the Nurse trained as a Nurse, ( laughs, She had the insight I guess she was their driver home, to listen to a bit of storyline and reality weave a tale. Waves )

As I was relaxing there telling her the stuff I was I started to ICE-OUT My form of relaxation training, has this level where I can Ice Out, as my hands and body form a frozen mass and just drop out of the mental picture of my body. I can just barely make out the outline of the Frozen hand on the Frozen leg and if I were to look to hard I would wake them up, So I don't usually, But I was more relaxed than normal cause I was looking into her eyes and describing the lecture hall behind her and around us and then I started telling her about the questions going on and then the morph happened as I closed my eyes and still talked, and opened a time or two, and stopped only for her to ask me to go on. So I was in full story teller mode, and then my body started freeze shifting, I felt like my boxed off mental picture was fading in and out and I started in an excited voice to tell her of my phase shifting, like a frequency of a radio, I was fading in and out and my hands and body felt like I was breaking up into cubes and wedge and I could feel myself feeling like I was going invisible, then I heard a strange sound of hard knocks into the edges and I opened my eyes and she was gone. Very cool party trick I might add, but it literally felt to me that I was able to phase out by body, heh, not something the Doctors will even talk to you about when you tell someone, and consider you seriously.

I let my body slowly back up to awake and I got up. If I relax wrong I will the dead numb that fills the part with pins and needles, Those are the nerve endings firing to get started again, they had gone off line and you have to literally rub the feeling back in, unless you are me and I hold my hand or other part still and try to feel the tiny fire, fire, fire, fire, fire but they are generally to many to count, but then I work on shutting off sections of them by just willing them to go off, and then I go to other parts and then when it is barely a fire pause fire, I just wave a sad bye bye to those over activity nerves to get out being aha gone.

Now on to the safe safe outline and other news I had mentioned in the title.

Okay side note I did go to sleep from the point of view of the time before this line to the time of the start of the post, I have called a friend whom is sick but in recuperation services at the local bigger hospital on this side of the river, as there are the bigger other hospitals on the other side of the river, namely UAMS the biggest teaching hospital in Arkansas, Boy oh Boy is that place big and Thank God I did not have to stay again in the bedlam place, that was shear Chaos, and having had a dream of the place before going there I was at least forewarned that the issue was afoot, but to have woken to self knowledge there was a bit of a stark reality check and then the survival mode instincts kicked in, but they never fully left me, even in my most mania Manic Panic Have to get from here to there in as fast a timeline surge and then I have been able to harness the manic mainline mania too, but that is another story, but I had just been there in early Jan 2007, which is always a bad month for me even if they don't remember my brain does as I am only 5 years out from then, and 7 years out from the line that started the crashing but then I am also 48 years out from the birthday and add 1 month and 9 more and then add the 1936 and the before and the traces go back to eden and then before and darn it the crashes are the crashes are the firewalls of the fire walls mall madness, you can not even see the sadness of the crowds in the malls if you don't see below the happiness of the people and go outside to the stark grey skies and feel that the felt movie title "the grey" is there to welcome you home today after wanting to go see the movie after the people said it was a bad movie, then I have had to think about the thing, as the movie is a bit stark and the scenes not fleshed out from the CGI of avatar and the people have to have a better than avatar see gui better than that one as we can't get enough of ourselves and the malls and the halls and stalls.

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The Stalls were fresh full of flesh and foods and do take the taste of the figs and the fruits and the wares, we are having the King's son's burning today the king's son's found that little (alkdiogh the oathlekhoia thoaeh oksd ) the language is the oldest one and it means an oath to the ugly creature that God was going strike them down with, so they were about to get burning him at the stake, not that it meant much as they were also going to get to that Noah guys soon as they could get past all those silly rumors of the animals and things, oh well we have this to handle here and his family is over there, even though they don't like him much either, but hey, kill the kid, burn his flesh and eat his ashes.

The fear was there and the pain too, he could see it, but he could not get further into the dead and the pain of the blank spots, and the self unknown got to the point that he just had to relax and go to the exits.

360 numbers, 0 to 360, dials 3 big, then small then little, degrees, then minutes then seconds, then a new layer, one click, locked open, repeat the cycle, through this trip was his 7th since the placement reset, He was okay with the fine complex number system of mental movement from inside the totally dark place, totally dark and Not even as bad as Jay Mc-- silly story of the box and the table and the saw he heard about 5 weeks ago while visiting Jay in that little town in Arkansas, where he had friends. This being the 7th trip in, he only had 7 places to remember the exact cross hatched place of, and the placement of the 7th, lead to where exactly he'd have to feel the globes and hunt for the things when he got out, Click and Clang and pop slide not a drop of up or down air pressure but just a crack of the bright light of a dark place, he had made sure to have turned the Kitchen light off and the windows he had shaded, just in case he was in into the daylight hours. He never knew the outside time line, and having told those that needed to know he would not be home, he had sly fell in via a sky dive to the rooftop of the Penthouse 2 and came in via the secret door which he had to close as that was a firewall too. He was not here, so he had to leave about the same way now, Thank God it was dark outside when his Safe opened.

He looked about the room from inside the safe and smiled, pulled the boxes and the chair out of the safe and the wine bottle was a nice addition to his collection, His chair he put back in the living room, it's sign still reading "The Lone Chair" the boxes and the bottle he placed on the kitchen counter. He took out some goats milk, about 3,000 years older now that it was here and not where he had gotten it from, and it had the full bodied flavor of things that could not be tasted anymore in this world save for a few places in the high hills and lost places of farmers and stuff. The milk and cheese went into the fridge, then a basket of fresh fruit, so fresh it was just picked today, or rather a few thousand years ago. He loved the flesh smelling rocks that he had gotten, they looked like rocks anyway, but they were flesh harden through curing in the bat caves of the town he had just visited. Nothing to get excited over, unless you were someone that knew they were really freshly made today, but 3,000 years old now and making a grand entrance into his kitchen. He was a private man, but his nature was such that he felt happy almost all the time, unless he was in the safe in the past trying to dig out the burnt out shells of himself.

Death did not come to him when the flames had reached his eyes, he had fainted from the stench of his own burning flesh, but they had trained him well, he still suffered the scars of the burnt like legs and the face was young and the air about himself was calm unless he was rushed with time flying in the face of facts and his history of shells and digs into the dead zones of the lost memories. He took a deep sigh.

Got to go get out of here and come back in the morning.

Out the Loft's high left corner bathroom access panel to the catwalk above the living room floor to change out the lights and other fixtures, and then to the wall that was not a wall and in past a slide, and thin cut holds up the inside to the flip open firewall door and into her apartment, She was still not there, which was good. Lois had promised that she would be with family in Europe for a full 2 weeks so he'd have the use of the roof and pass through, he did shower in her bedroom shower and toweled dry with his towel, and put it on the out going laundry rack. He got out some of his fresh night gear and up to the roof and the Roof access to the Helio-pad. He saw the big bright city spread out and took it all in, then looking for the edge of the Pad, he starting running as fast as he could.

He leaped out and was dropping slowly when out cam his arms and his sailsuit opened up and off he flew, Central park, lots of spots to land.

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This is a pre-dawn front end story to the Safe Safe Story, you now have the backstory, which seeing as it always has this feel that you are in the middle, you will just have to know that I write epics and my epics can be sliced to small story titles or just a bare outline, I think in full blown story fast flash speed freaking and the speed of the dream thought can be faster than you can dream in the waking world but if you can harness the dreaming making machinery you can make the fastest flashes of the fast forward story lines that I like.

As I stated up top or elsewhere I have the ability to REM without actually REM sleep in the bed, I can if I am in the groove and unwound myself I can rest without sleep and go a lot longer than most people think possible. But I have to not be and I have to be, and I have to not be vertical to long and I have to horizontal enough so the legs can unswell and allow me to function, and walk and not ache the joints and pressures of the facts of life are thus I Have to be honed sharp as laser light slicers to get this done right.

I am trying to un-do the high high high sailing field speeding I did this past week, trying to see the top top firewall hitting I could do, and I started hitting the edge of the firewall about saturday, and kept the push, sunday and monday and well Tuesday I was trying to crash the stems out of the body to get the painfulness of the body to bring me down, without flash frying on a microwave tower. That is funny the stories your dad knows and the things he says about the things that he knows, and like it or not, I am the mover of them mountains that the bible talks about. The faith comes through presence of mind and the full throttle racing to the edge of my limits. God has no limits, but men do, and every new limit making effort takes it's toll.

As the bell tolls I have to get ready and I will
Pass you the peace that passes all understanding and be in your hearts and minds the Lord, Loves you, each and everyone of you even if you do not think he is even a real thing in the world you live in.

Charles.

The biggest loser or as I like call myself, Author At Large.

2012-01-31T18:43:00.000-08:00

Dear Readers,

I was going to post about one thing then hit the net to hit the wall to hit the news to hit the point that my tabs have almost hit the max before they don't hit the ability to chain up and smoke the faster packages than I can hope to get my post across the thin red line of my flat-lining day, I was and have been trying to hit my personal flat-lining record, where I am fully 100% in the Zone flat liner, Hard liner, the head game I have to play with the people that believe that the head games are the result of the random world pulling its head back and giving me the room to breath and to push the edges of the limits to the edges of the limits to the edges of the things that you are personally able to do.

Yes that will remain for later editors to make into a full blown full throttle longest sentence award, I haven't a clue I really do not care to win that award either, but I am The Author At Large, as I am At large and free to gain and to give and to fly away as a bug that you can split splat, or splash, those aren't cars of Cash, they are Cash's cars, and yes he did get up on the pool table and yes he did put his car on it and yes I did tell him how to race cars while on a pool table, and yes I did not and will not tell you all the story of that one, but to say I know why mothers and fathers have worn them selves to the razzle dazzle thin red line and have been worn out with their kids, they do love them, but they try to control them to much, if you were to let the kids flow, and work with them, but not against them, you swerve as the kid is the race car driver, you are not his catcher's mitt, but you are is and all ways shall be his best friend's best friend, you will always be second place and you got to put yourself in the shoes of someone else for a second, you have to give it your all, you have to die trying to get the right thing that you can win, and then you have to let them rot at this game of life. Yes I said rot at it, be rotten, lose, be second place and always be second to only one other, always be #2 the loser in the game of the winner's circle of friend, the second best is of course the winner but only by the split fine line hair's of the breath of the fresh air, I am proud to be only the Second place winner in a lot of 2 man sports, and I have a goal when I play pool to be the Loser whenever God deems that to be his goal as well, cause we all know that we have to give us up to place God in Charge and if we do that, we are the second place holder in the lineage of the Kingdom. We are not and nor we ever shall be first, Can't ever get there, and never can, but we can be in the winner's circle none the less.

I play to loose, If am playing Cards, I play to lose my king in the spades games, If I have it in my hand, I will always try to give him up to the guy holding the Ace of spades, period end of story, check with the people on my Facebook friends list, check with the people on my brother's James' facebook linkage of our two firend's lists, as they are people we both know and a lot of them have the knowledge to tell you my skills at losing at Spades the King of spades to as many people who I can give the King back to them. Hi all you folks that might see me here, I Loser, I go nill, I get 100 pts for the team, I had the King of spades and .......... 12 other cards that I gave away. Yay me.

I have a linkage for a video, here, I have not watched it, bogs the computer down, but there is a linkage elsewhere about this being a big fat failure, if they are calling the lady a failure for not liking to charge money for her actions on food for the people that eat it, then I call them idiots and uncaring dolts too. But If I am wrong then okay, fine, I will still stand my ground the Failure movement is a liars cheaters way of making people fell bad about the things they do, and that is not What A good Christian would ever do period ,, Period, and I say period.. I hold you the reader and person that I deal with as the best I can make you by myself losing to you and building you up and tearing me down if need be I can use the losing to build my skill set of being the best that there ever was of the edge on favorite to be the last man in the room that is there in the burning building, standing and waiting for the embers and the screams of the others to still and the fire and me and the ears to hear the soft moaning of the lost baby in the fires, I will go top to side to bottom and hunt for the places the fire has not killed total life out of the edges of the wave front and hunt for the last man besides myself in the burn rumbling rump roast of a toasting fire, I might or might not Have to be called out, or drug out holding the last live in there, me or the 1 or more I am holding onto. But I am the last man out of the Hell you are in, if I can get into your personal hell and help you, even if I have to live there for a while I will help you and even risk myself for you to get out alive. That is my pack with more than one person I know, and they are all of you combined, I am the last man left I am the Big Loser that guy int he hard head of hair hat, the man whose legs look like I have been in several fires already getting people of them. I have a skin condition that literally can only be seen as if I am a Dragon, whose fire worn legs in the fire fights of the Dragon wars, makes me a Survivor of the Kill or be killed Days of Yore, when the Dragons ruled the Earth and I am the last one in my neck of the world, others like me are there too, I am the Dragon that Drug out the most, and held hoarding fast to the last dram of the drink, till he is the last of his kind. By the way I am the last of my line, if I do not procreate, I am a Jr. I have no heirs, blood related on my side, but I have some that are Blood haired, so Amanda I now announce, you get the house. If I die as of the note, If I die and they are already gone too, I formerly give you my slice of the pie of the family owned house and all the skills and all my pyro-tech stuff well is yours too.
http://screen.yahoo.com/episode-14-jessica-28039393.html

Goes to watch it to get the feel of the thread then I will see if they do what I think.

I am not shocked to find myself wrong in my first impressions, but I am not wrong in my first impressions, sorry for the flow rate side step. They are telling this young lady that getting money for her goal is the only goal she has,, that is the wrong thing, her goal is to get 100 catering gigs I can get those 100 catering gigs in about 25 days , maybe even less here is how I would do this, and again the people on my facebook can tell you I have catered to them several years long and some of them still if I am in the kitchen I am even if I am so tired that I can not walk and have to use a cane and my hip is hurting for me to even stand, or is that just walk, as it was in Nova-2011, Thanks James for asking me to be the meal provider, sorry dad that the meal was bit sub par for your tastes, but I was just about at my wits end, Where was my chapter on spices and the pages of my supply list is lacking in their house, but the best make do with the least and preform, anyway.

This lady is going and they are all going about it he wrong way, She wants to catch the crowds with her foods and meals and she wants the lime light, the first meal would be by donation only, and invitation too. I would line up the menu, or ad lib, I would pick picky eaters and people that did not much like my cooking too, just to make the deck more stacked against me, and I might,,, see I would do this this way, and that is my style, but for her she is about 24 to 30 so she should already know how to cook that is not the issue, I can cook, just ask anyone on my facebook page, some of them know me for my meals I provided for them free of charge, in our ( brother and mine) dorm room, if I was gone, he did the cooking, and if i was there, I had the food waiting for the folks that if they were to show up got as much as there was available. I never charged for food, I was embarrassed when I did not have money int he fast food places, as I did not want to impose on them. I had not felt that giving away food was a bad thing, LOL.

I still have dreams of feeding you all in a big restaurant in the city of where ever, for free, see a story in this very blog of about 2009 to 2010 time frame, the billionaire that gave the foods away to the people, for free.

This girl on the show, all she need do, is form a pack,, You feed me and I feed you, You give me one name of friend and foe, one of each, and I will invite them and you are the surprise guest afterwards in the game,,,,,,, see there I go rigging it the way I would again.

I have to remember that the world feeds off of the money of green things, the Biowebscape designs are to free me of the given timelines limited knowledge of freely given and freely given and growth and free giving growth and growth and growth and expansion is the best form of growth, how big can I expand if I give you all my extra energy?

Blooming Onions on the menu, all the ingredients on my table is the sum part of my money and stored seeds rotting and growing and you are asked to leave a pile of your leavings here for me to feed the next set of guests on. ( Shit or manure is the Gold mine of the future, Harvesting the waste products of these times, the bits of gold flake you drank last night in the bar drink, the mercury in the blood that you have passed out, the minerals and elements and the shit and the methane and I don't have the system up and working, but I can tell you in a long detailed , shat I discovered is the gold mine of the worms I grow and the humans I feed, I just have to Shatter the construction of the minerally mined elements and phase change the elements and bingo I have a shit in a hand basket gold mine, recovery of all the parts of the per-coal-manure-flow-recycled to power my next blog.

Take no winners, only losers, Lose money, take it out of the pocket, I give almost all my in pocket cash out to the people I am with, waiters and cooks, in the local places, already know this, just ask them. I give them the trend lines If I can.

Okay, back to the main topic of the blog now.

But first a station break, I do not make money for google via this blog, okay chances are just being online makes money for someone, as you are eye's on page seeing the ads on page and the revenuers love you. But I degress, I spent the day with a friend and fellow author and Comic and mainline job Father and sometimes Barber at "Back Porch Barber Shop" in the edges of Parkhill area of North Little Rock Arkansas. Not that he does not have hairs to slice, it is just that he is a local, and the big box hair places might not know your history or give you a stand up comic run through for free, or the advice of a Christian with his own, or gee I know most of you are not even in the USA, so if you are visiting the USA and in Little Rock area, his collection of wall art, is the best I have seen and you should at least go in a see that even if you do not have time to have him slice your hairs off the head.

I am the biggest Loser, and a total loss, I died again this afternoon, I went to sleep and had a dead dead headers sleep cycle. Just not a very long one. Yay me I did though not need a slice of Heaven in a dream form I got one at the Aladins' rug store, which is next to the FrostTop which is where I had lunch with Jay (also on my facebook list, aka McPherson(sp) back porch barber shop fame), there and then when my parents picked me up there, had dinner and some leftovers are still in the fridge, with chilled breath waiting for me to consume them, that is their lot in life to be consumed, and they are in there, holding out hope that I consume them before the end of the time line when they have to rotten the rest of the way to the dust and ash heap of the pile driven next made star stuff in the next star system they come to form in the newest time line shake shock up, like in 13 to 25 billion years from now. Boy those leftovers are just chomping at the bit to lose big time and die to my chewing them up.

I plan to be the biggest loser, and I plan to fail big time, so big time that sooner or later, I will have learned to lose the time of worry, fear and hate and only have Love, Love, Love and Love and Peace that passes all understanding from Christ our Lord,
Charles.

"Demons and delusional dandies against Demanding Daddy's Damsels."

2012-01-31T01:53:00.000-08:00

Dear Readers,

( Authors have noted in the past that epics are hard won, one offers that don't ever make it out of the starting gate, they just sit there on a shelf and reach thermal nuclear explosion force when they gather ever more dust and collections can just go up in a fire ball of, well nuclear fueled star stuff just like those stories you hear on the Hero's of the star's of the Galaxy channel, where they talk about the latest star to form in the nearest to you neighborhood star birth spots, Sorry this is not one of them, I have been advised to get rid of some of my stuff, as there is already a Y12 member in my Family and his advice was to write it off the books and take my leave of the scene and get out the pin and pine for the needling thread I found in my yard today, which is pressed in a book of phone numbers right now to thread out and dry for future use as a biologically useful item in this guy's collection of well, bio web making scape's and all that other stuff, I am not a troll, but he did die yesterday in a kidney of the big foot that was eating him in the bambi voted for first photo-shopped bambi post I made yesterday, he is eating those things that will save him from the Zombies, but I have only one more thing to say then off to the races, Darn it, where did I leave my car keys? Dear did you take them or did dandy-the-ditty take them and sell me out at the bar and grill again? darn his ever changing hide, next time I see him I will skin him for 5 bucks and then tell him I killed bambi's mother and caused all the zombies to cheer. )

Okay if you do not read my facebook wall, you can go there, scan for Charles E. Owens Jr, look for my face in the pile of those people, just match up the face of my blog, with the face of the facebook page they are the same photo...........

Easy as pyro- fire flies taking flight and eating your left arm off at the joint, the one in the left hand, or the lifting joint of the finger also holding the joint, that is still smoking as the embers are burning and you have stopped toking the token as you have seen the zombies walking in the door and they are carrying the big hooded guy as an offering, for um, well not peace, but at least a bit of a more than war like, half time.

The story is streaming live via the membership in the stream live faster and faster club of speed typers that can also sing and speed and drive a car and a motor bike and three girls that are just there for the ride and the guy is there too, looking over the shoulder of the third guy to your lower left asking the kid in the pool hall dusty jacket if they have any more smokes in the boxed machine, but the prices are so high he is still trying to gather the $6,75 to make that one possible, then the chill left the room as the door opened and the Zombies came in holding the big guy by the collar chain link fence he had linked to his hide and seeker jacket so that if they did get to him, they could not bite at him, as the chicken wire was wrapped about him and a shirt vestment, and the steel and zinc chain link fencing was his outer garment and his eyes were covered in the skulled eye cap 3-D squares tipped up on their points, just not wired on the over the nose cross piece, just the over the top node and the side of skull node and the up from the gas breathing mask that made his voice sound just a bit deeper like his efforts were a bit like Darth Vader Where is that film when you need to chill from killing the Zombies?

The Big zombie on his left said this hisssing hiss.

" Misiisisisisisisisiisssss Morsssssss Nssssssooooossswww "

Then he tossed Guiru Nice to the ground with a push, only to have him, sort of roll off the floor but away and standing back up facing them, and then clicking his night stick to let us know his options, had been given him all the time, just that his mind was on a harder target.

"We will give you the Meat when You have given us Bambi back!!" His voice rasped out of his breath mask.

" EEEsssssss GGGGGssssss"

Then the zombies melted backwards out the door and then they just slunk away into the daylight hours, just a few minutes before the Fireworks started going off outside, as the other zombies in the Hoards of Demon Dig-Do-Me tried to take the outer walls and the fire fighters were seen killing with the focused laser vapor poppers, but the charges did not toast all the time. But finally the Zombies retreated and the fireworked sky began to settle down again.

Guiru Nice Turned a slow circle of the room at large.

"Who the hell killed Bambi's Mom?" Was a question and as acid of a one as he could say as his fired black eye Glass-shield-readers scanned everyone in the room at the same time, and then again, and then he seemed to back off and then said.

"Where is the Owner of this bar?"

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Okay I have had several story like visions of bits of this or that stream into the focus lately, so I thought I would make a long D and D like tales of the Zombies going to take you over and sliced up some of my real design work all rolled into one sought after zombie tale of a guy that is like a , juiced up killing machine making race car driver and the leader of a small group, inside the Community where everyone is now living. I thought just one D-Word was not enough, so made it 3.

Well off to other places and maybe more something else too.

Your Brother is not worried about zombies, as they if needed would get toasted with My Pyro-kill sets, I'd make up, just for such a case. I pass you the Peace of the Lord Jesus Christ, who can deal with anything and everything, so no worries and keep on sleeping a sound night of sleep.

Your Brother in Christ,

Charles.

Originally written the last of Jan 2012.

Biowebscape, Stories, Tiles,and Files, oh hello flies. Guiru-N-Ice.

2012-01-30T21:52:00.000-08:00

Dear Readers, and Sara too,

Well I have my first biowebscape consult, for the new year, though she might not know it yet, but I have a 3/4 page 2 sided note/card/letter in an envelope for her, just have to get together a list of known plants I can provide, via house to house sharing.

I have one sixth of an acre under care, though I am not fully in charge of it's management, As I only live here I do not know when the current owner will pass it to me, nor do I want that transition to be shift, in fact I am hoping I don't get the place ever, or maybe when I hit 79. But then again I do not know that the current will says, though it is also true that I did not know the contents of the previous version, I was named only heir of His and his wife's things, but that was done because he had to, before leaving for war duty, in Vietnam. The full bore bloody war of mentally damaging damage that I literally, live with on a daily basis, he is my father, but his personality is so close to mine it is uncanny, but for the side slide notes, of the timing chains of the dates of birth, 1936 v 1963 v one off mine of 17, me 16, his 2 in my last on, there is exactly how many from me to him in a year, um um um calculates, this way 16 to 31 is 15, so a full bore 31 and then a 17 in so then you get 15+17+31 or 63 days, now if you think the world is filled with odd things, you can't imagine my mind playing this mental game, that I once I guess I asked, but for the live life of me I can't think of it now, did I ever figure out the distance from him to me? Him is 36 and I am 63 so the 27 and that is one less than feb, his birth month, so less than a month of Moon-days to give me the year's difference and then the year's numbers in the Moon-days of something else, If I go on, now I will just shut down as I was also just bore bore bore me to sleep thinking of the things it is not, ..zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz

The act of the art of sedation, I have the skill to talk to people and help them sleep, I have had success with my brother and my second wife, and if I talked to her daugther, she'd have never gone to bed, as she invoked my story telling style, it just tried me out as i had to go to work in the morning and was already tried by then anyway. As my fatigue is hitting peak, I have 2 Peek into a fictionally off the wall but based on factual thinking of a compact data translation device method of data crushing and crunching and eating away at the fiber and fabrics of the internet and plant and hard, soft, and wet world we know of as Guiru-N-ice.

I have been composing almost non-stop for the last over 168 hours, or over a week, I haven't a clue when the wall was hit and passed through, but I can guess sometime about 10am to 3 pm today, though when I saw her in a blue sweater I was all aflamed and thought, When and said "when did you find that?" She said, "I have always had it, it is to hot to wear it in the summer, besides.................... and some other conversations I can not tell you about as the proceedings are Private matters between a man and his future that hopefully includes that filled sweater and it's wearer, and for those that actually might read this and known her and me, yeah I once was trying to marry her on Nov 9th,, guess I will again make the future goal, set in a place and time to be announced by the only one that already knows the answer in the future and then again the threaded threads of the plant world I discovered today, and that Kevin Pride could not download from his book to my mind, tells me that either we were just reaching the end of our energy wave connections or that, we were drifting apart on the universal time ship bubble machine ala the matrix of the fine toothed comb of a dex hex erasure machining language fitting up the spitting of the sound of the high octane running machine that was the speed demon car in the cnbc reel of the photos of the world's fastest most expensive cars over 1 million dollars, but the one with the windshield is the one I have been designing glasses for, and she and I were in the car seat, not her, but me and an unnamed her in an oft told storyline, of charles, speeding from here to thinking there with words that seem to be all strung together with a station break.

Yes i think this fast and then some, as I can talk like this and faster than I can type the words, and I can talk to you and the kids behind me with my hands, and I can smoke a Cig-er-regretful that your boat died in the water mr. branson, but I got a design for you to cross in 12 hours and 52 minutes from there to there and not even not stop, touching the water and no need for the hard helmets, just wear a juiced up slice of pi from my sea-farers set of auto-on and auto-off "biowebscape" Bookmark phase II Goggles. Gui-n-the eyesight, plus speeding down the highway at 253 to 280 mph, protection eye gears.

Sara, When you get my note, I need you to fill out the area in the back that is not limited to words and sketches, but can be plant samples or other things that you need to have a handle on. Yes, even if you never intended to or could get in touch with me, your life I can see is filled to the brim of rush rush and you did it with the style of someone that is confident that they can handle everything, but when I mentioned needing a smoke, your need increased, and you thought of it and then gave me one, after I had gotten the calm back to me, and I was okay on a wait and see you for the break, I am okay normally if I can think that I have to also be the calm I am trying to give to people. But not to make this a long drawn out post that you can't finish in one long running path through your world and picking up the glass, and bus that and take the makings of this and that over here, I do invite you to Ryan T Schmidt' Grand Opening Gallery event that is above references to the strange world of my days this last week, on my father's birth day, Feb 17th,, Rsvp by going to http://ryantschmidt.com/news He is in town, I would guess not in California, unless he is still traveling back and forth. Nicest guy you could meet on a Sunday afternoon, right after I met a nice Young lady with her head attached well and in need of some different changes in her gardening dim planted back yard, but you have the Tree of Live Oak in the back yard, Oldest known growing Oak species on the planet, ( if not then you have to give me one that is older ). I have a parcel of seeds and you have live trees, So I still don't know where that is, Looks in his head at a full Sat-photo-map, Rick, where are you when I need your information services?

The new guy on the lead scene of the next Halo-safe-safe-card-pool-shark stories is named Guiru Nice. Gui R U Nice, is your GUI Nice to use, are you that guy on TV, I saw on the I GuRu show?

More filled than I thought, with typos I am sure, no time to fix them, oh well, comment if you maxxed out your typo reading levels and have to tell me i have to fix things or you will forever think I am not a good writer!!!?? Okay did you get thea,,, no, main street argenta,, but That is the nature of things, streams of the living water that flow out of God's everlasting and foreverly underestimated and super uber filled Love for us,

Your Brother in Christ,
Charles.

Any

EE b Doog and other things and a Thought on BioWebScape theory.

2012-01-26T09:37:00.000-08:00

Dear Readers,

When you go somewhere unknown without a clue how long it will take to get done, then when you finally finish only to find that you misplaced your cellphone with all your contact numbers in it, and none of them you have bothered, or could have been able to remember as they are all newer and not as easy for you to remember anyway, what do you do?

Me I would not even think to much about it as I have lost my cellphone once or was it twice before, I can't remember, I never put to much thought into a cellphone till 2007 when I was given one as a sort of wedding present from my father. But then I hadn't had one long enough to really get it under my belt and take all the time to spend with it, except for those features like the Calculator, and the voice record and video record and the camera, I did have fun with those features but mine was not able to get those things I recorded off loaded to a place to save them for future use besides my mind's eye, or someone else's eye. But then that all changed when I got my second phone, which was a carbon copy of the first one, even had the other one's SIM card in it, and I did have issues with it, as I still had trouble getting to the old data, such is life they might tell you. First phone I baptised, yes I was pouring water over someones head and the phone got in the way. My head, but the water flow path which I had hoped was off my back, curled around front and into my shirt pocket and my phone when for a little surprise bath.

My second phone was takenbetter care of, expect toward the end, when once, I tossed it into a tree, from the other side of a van. Up over the roof of the van and into the tree, but gently into the lower branches as it was a fully formed and limbed cedar tree and the lower branches on the ground almost and the soft under tree area well, soft. I found it finally, but in the ensuing days I guess I lost it again about the same way, or another one, I did look high and low, even literally turning my room upside down, as I dug through a piled room from one side to the other, and then almost back again when I just plain gave up and put my mattress back down on the frame and laid down. Chaos is such like that at times in our lives when no matter what we do, we can not find something.

So My new phone gets treated about the same way as the first two. I don't much care if I lose it or not now, having learned that losing one that has all those numbers you never wrote down and now is gone, is not worth the hassle of the tearing your room apart to find it. I can not say the same for other people. As the above lead in paragraph is not my phone but was someone else's.

Again What would you do if you were out in the middle of somewhere far from home, amoung people you did not know, and you had no money or way to get home, and No Number to call for help?

I don't know your answer, but hers was to do something, and something and Cry, and Ask for help, I am sure she Prayed. God got her a ride home, via a doctor that she was in the office of, or one of his group. Her phone is still missing as I have not gotten a call telling me it was found. She had a spare with a few bits of time to use on it, the spare backup people often have in the other closet, or drawer. But What if you were her, how would have liked the totally odd feeling of total lost-ness in the age of Computers and Cellphones blending into one almost seamless fabric we call modern life?

Me I would just walk home, or ask for a ride to a town closer than where I was, Or something like that. I have been out in the middle of nowhere I knew and Lost per se. I knew I was in a state, on a road, in an area, in water up to my oops over my head, but I could swim and I could walk, or as in one case, crawl out of where I was. Life is going to be such that you will find all those things you hold as dear gone. Or almost gone, all sorts of things can happen when you mostly least expect them too. What do you do?

part 2 of post.............

BioWebScape my coined and forever ( in the terms of the Internet basically yeah, forever ) linked to me Charles Edward Owens Jr. Not to be out did, but there is of course a few of me out there, so I had to include my picture up top, so that you would know me from all the others that share this name. Me , the self of me is not only me but only me, but if you look at my name you can see maybe 100 or more other faces just like my name's sake but not me, just them, but with the same name like happened in 6th grade here in North Little Rock. As far as I know I have no clue where he is now, the other me with my name. But I wish he were safe and doing well.

So I have been telling people far and wide to just Google "Biowebscape" and go look.

Well the first page they find is the links to the first time I mention and link the name of me to the name of the theories of BioWebScape, all else follows or does not.

So in my morning jaunt into my own Biowebscape experiment, I was pondering that I have this theory of things and I can't tell people I have mastered it, but that I have to have an on going life that I now lead that is my Biowebscape life after and during conception, and forming and baby steps and big steps and well the whole process of being something thought up new, the story will never end as it goes, you don't get to just cut this cake and eat it, you have to follow the atoms of it from the ground to the plate to the ground to the plate to the ground for a while.

I have been staking out plants that I don't know what they are, as lots of this is an edible landscape from plants and seeds I have gathered, ordered and have gotten as gifts to grow in my yard, to see if they will and what works for my tiny little micro-climate and it's little spot. Sort of like the grape vine that lives on one little Island and is over 75 years old and still making grapes for a single bottle of wine made each year. We can't know till we try which will be the plant that will grow and we can't just tear out all of it and start fresh as if that would solve everything.

I am and you are too a work in progress you will never be done, till God ends it all, and Says you are finished. Oh those words again here they go " It is Finished!" Jesus said them a long long Human time ago. Okay! So where is my garden of eden and big sky mansion you ask!

Mine is right here, and I have a lot of work to do, so EE b Doog and if you did not read my facebook page note, that means Goodbye.

Just a be off the wall and backwards, just like life looks from God's point of View as he is done, with his movie wrap party, or is he, umm off the wall I have not a clue what is in store for me in the next ten minutes, do you?

May the peace that passes all understanding be yours,
yours, in Christ.
Charles.

The new Year in readership.Biowebscape too.

2012-01-05T19:10:00.000-08:00

Dear Readers,

Cough cough cough, I gag, darn it did I have to choke on that beer again? Oh, Right I didn't it was the asthma hitting me back from the days long gone and misused. Or was it because I drank nothing and talked a mile a minute, which is a rather slow talking speed if you ask me. In the card game Munckin by Steve Jackson Games, the newest set my brother has I pulled the Monster Card as the second knock on the door card ( I really don't know the full terms of this ame, just know how to play it sort of ), it is the second card from the monster stack if the first card was not a monster or a trap. Well this card I drew was supposed to be laid face up as we were relearning how to play ( myself ) and teaching how to play ( my dad ).

The card did read in part. Dr. Maybe Bad stuff: Will talk you to death.

I am nothing if not good at the gab, the blah blah blah, and the art of sedation, lecture mode, and telling people 10 times TMI, ( to much information ), But I am getting better at it honest, it just does not seem that way to those of you that can't stand it when I do one of the above around you.

But I was in a hyper mania mood and was already annoying my dad, though he was also annoyed about other things, it was the end of his stay away from home, he was feeling out of place and I was not, yet, nor will I ever feel out of place much when visiting my brother. Though I also have a home here where this post is getting typed. I can live with my brother a lot better than most siblings can in fact I was just getting in the swing of that when we my mom and dad and me. Had to leave, and I am feeling the pressure of that fact on or about now, though I have friends and people that I can be with here, I have to adjust that I haven't got it easy to just pick up the phone and call him, and he walk in from the other room talking to me on it. Big house I was about to do that a time or two.

Ah the readership has upticked I have been informed by the site stats pages, and by the number of calling cards I have been leaving about town and the world via other methods, so I will have to get with it and get some work done.

As far as the Biowebscape Design theory/project goes.

I have talked to several people resently telling them that if we were all willing to work together we could feed and house all 7 billion plus people on Earth and maybe have more of us. Not that we can right now stop that from happening, the more of us part about ( old numbers rounded down to give me a bit of breathing room ) 200,000 new mouths to feed are being added to the world's population every single day. And Only God Knows the reall numbers and Only God knows where this will all lead.

But I have high hopes that if we could get enough people going in a positive direction the other's would have to sink or swim in our wake as we moved forward in a positive direction.

Currently you are reading post and blog and thought and Tv Show about the future, as is oft to happen around the turning of our new years and old ones passing. But we don't have to sit still and bemoan our life in this horrible world!

We could if we really really tried make some effort to get a better result than what many people expect. We are a mob like creature, but we have enough people tha stand out that well, I felt it was high time to stand out and make a move toward what I had always been talking about at least to those that knew me or whenever I made those private little garden party stories that I have not posted about or for the most part never written down. I did tell you in a previous post that I have hundreds of things rattling about in my head, well I do, I have stories that will never find the light of day as they just are my working capital and haven't beeb vetted for public use, though I pull them out and then write a bit of them and go on, the story " The Business Card" and the extended scenes of " The Safe Safe " are parts of a line of stories I call my " Alternatives " Storyline, it is a vast epic, and never meant to be finished. A Star Trek, a Star Wars, a universe that can be pulled out and talked about in 1,000's of minds and used for fun. I have introduced it more than once to friends and family and just today was talking to several of my most favorite Bartenders on Earth about it. Yes Ladies I have other names for you, that you only know, or others might have heard, but I hereby announce.

You ladies are " The Best Bartenders On Earth " As this time in my life I am making firm commitments in stone ( the online world is not set in stone, but it makes a lasting impression none the less ). Yes this month became cash cnd carry month, as I have spent and spent and then got and got and spent and got and spent and well I still owe a lot more than I can ever pay for, but I will always give you a tip, even if those tips this month are a bit shy from former levels, But well you know me by now, nothing is as it seems, money is never an issue with me.

But I digress I was talking about the Biowebscape Design theory I have, well I have been living part of it, and have been hunting the collections of locally grown plants to give my yard a better feel, and plant base that will work here for sure, then also adding those that I think will grow here due to the climate, which if you have not noticed lately, can not be termed average. So this isn't going to be a finished in one day story but an on going effort to mutate the world we live in too one that we can live better in than we all thought we could before now.

Just to let you know what I am listening to while I post this blog tonight, It is John Tesh's " One World" he being a Christian not afraid to speack his faith, I have admired him for a while, and have listened to him off and on for a long long time. This is part of my dad's vast collection of music, sorry but my dad don't listen to all the music I would listen too, I feel any music with a positive message or feeling to is ok. Sometimes even the oddly odd rap is good to point out something that you did not see was happening the scene before you. That and I am working on my own Rap style as it is another form of creativity that I have. Though you aren't likely to hear any of it, beyond some of the posts here, in fact you are more likely to see it here first.

The winter is still here, the Jerusalem Artichokes were in a poor state of growth, but I don't do much to that patch as it has a self seeding habit going on over 25 years now, the original tubers were bought so long ago I couldn't rightly tell you from whom I bought them, likely Gurney's.( spelling check , and side note, they used to have a big big nice company now their catalogs seem run of the mill plain jane, Sorry guys, but your catalogs have been missed in this household as they used to be ). I have given tuber sets away to others, as this plant is native to the USA and likely was here far a lot longer than most of the peoples that were here the longest otherwise.

I have some Leeks reseeding, I did not harvest them, they sets and seeded, so I will have to get them and the Chives and plant for use and growth rather than just life.

The herbs are doing good, we have 2 rosemarys now, and the Edible cactus is still there, but has to be moved, as I hunt for a place to put it that it gets good sun and is out of my harms way.

We have small stocks of pickled green tomatoes and other tomato dishes in jars, not a lot, but just enough to tide us over the season or so.

I want to add a Fig tree or three to the yard but can't figure out where to put them, the nextdoor neightbors have one but I don't know if it grew any last year. The pecan tree down at the corner of the block on Camp Robinson and Larkspur had a so so year, as did all the trees across the main drag, as I found out this morning. We have two in out yard, but the one in the back is only 12 feet tall and the one in the front is not producing more than Squirrel food, which okay by me, they need to eat too, they do have a good time of the Slash Pines as they produced a lot of cones this past year, and though none of the seeds are much big enough to eat, I do have one on a shelf in my bedroom that I have yet to crack open and taste test, still wonder what I will do with it.

The news of other places is such that I have to write a bit of fiction to overflow it out of me.

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The tree toad was making a racket. Then there was a huge bang and crash and screams and loud voices rang out and sirens wailed.

The tree toad looked up from his sawing, and thought, " Got to call Todd the Tow truck owner who was a three toed three stemmed tree toad with a tail, and really good at towing treed toads or even treed three toed tree toads, or just about anything toad wise.

There was a loud crash and a police toad showed up just outside his shop.

Call the tow trucks we had an accident right up the road, three three toed toads, treed three two towed toads, and there was a tadpole involved.

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I think I could go on and on and on and on a bit more if You let me so I will end the three treed three toed tree toad all alone in the night to racket on.

Your Brother in Christ and may his peace be your's and his kingdom come.
Charles.

"2021: The Great Album"

2012-01-03T01:19:00.000-08:00

Dear Readers,

Happy Today.

Where and when to start? Um. Don't know.

There are 30 stories to write, 3 to publish, four to get ready and five to remember.

I have been in hyper creative mode since just after Christmas, maybe a bit longer.

Gee okay, got to go with the flow, white water flow, down hill river runs, the river Coney Fork river, crosses I-40 through Tennessee I think 4 to 6 times, even after trying to count them the fourth time over them, we still seem to have gotten the count wrong. But yesterday the 2nd of Jan. we were all three looking and counting on our way back here, from my brother's new house in Knoxville, Tn. Up and down round and curves and criss cross star crossed river and road runners were singing a song, and Charles was thinking of keeping track of the hyper hyper hyper mania mood mode from making his dad nervous as they tripped home, spinning weaved running through a space time continuum we call life.

Wow did I just write that right? Don't know, I don't edit my own posts much. People are always telling me that I have to have my own editors, people that will edit what I write so that I can get my point across better. But who better to edit my own thoughts than God himself. Heck I can't keep track of all my own thoughts, all my own actions, as it is. Then they tell me that someone else can??!! What the heck, do they think they know about me, that I don't already don't know? I haven't a clue, I stop listening when they tell me things that I have already thought about, but can't seem to get across to them even if I have to yell at them 5 times in a row to stop mucking up the view of my rear view mirror by sticking their head forward where I can't see backwards while looking forward, just off to the side a bit. Driving at 90 miles an hour is not something that you do with someone telling you what to do, all the time, unless you are NasCar, Indy or lemo-zzzine drivers out running cruise missiles. I was reminded a few times that I don't have my own Van, or car anymore. Why! Well cause I am massively manic depressive now and that drug just don't work anymore for me. Speed demon flash racing, sitting still in a traffic jam, but with a courier job to do, getting said packages to said locales as fast as possible within a set time limit. I have done a lot of jobs I loved in my life. Chef, Driver, map maker, People Protector, thought projector, and a few more I would rather just not tell you about, Well I can't tell you about, They that know me in those jobs, would rather I know better than to tell you, well sorry dudes and dudettes I just can't it is a um State c-crete. Laughs a bit more insane than I want too, but being totally silent so as not to wake the sleeping, dead, not dead, but otherwise saner folks nearby.

I can drive like a bat out of somewhere to somewhere, dodging and racing, twisting and turning, spinning like a flying wing but racing in mind and manner like a race car driver, yet typing and then thinking and then not quite all that great at typing 120 words per minute, but editing and thinking about the words streaming from my head and hands while also keeping the chaos at bay. Yes I am hyper mapping the space time themed race of thinking right now. But what do you do when you have a dead line to make, you have left just in the nick of time, sliced the edge because you have to get somewhere, can't tell the cars around you to move out of your way, but then have to plot a course and get there none the less, and not get slowed by those flashing lights you are scanning your field of view for, but have hyper-miled your speed and then pushed your skills of plotting a race course through time and space and getting to the movie house on time to not miss a show you want to see, but the cars around you don't know you want to see and wouldn't care to know what you are thinking, but they see you or don't till you flash past them and they freak out as you are doing faster than the conditions for them warrant. But you have honed a skill set to the point that you can now type 120 words a minute and edit as you type and think the story that you lived a set time ago. Story telling of the past, faster than the last person that you told it too. Reality that they will be reading about but you lived just 6 years ago.

I was driving once to a movie all the way on the other side of the county, out my side door, down the side roads, off over the I-430 river bridge, then zipping down a road less traveled by me in the last 10 years of not being in town, and then going to the place for the first time ever only to pass by people that were in your future but you did not know it then, yet later they told you and then you thought,,,, have I been here before, and you had forgotten, yet you had been, and now thinking back in the story tellers mode, you remember the things that you thought then. Wow a James Bond movie, I want to see I got to get there I have 10 minutes to drive in the distance that can't be driven in that amount of time at the stated legal limit. So you drive a bit faster than normal and you scan the road ahead and plan the time line to the millisecond, but just zone in on the time driving zoner skills of the honed skills that your father taught you, but you honed by driving at night on dark roads in Mississippi while just getting out of your own skin, School can be stressful enough without also needing to unwind by rewinding down dark roads you don't know till you drive them at limits that far out class every other person you know.

Mic Chow said, I trust you Papa Chuck. A nickname, amoung others, I prefer Charles, I will answer to several, but if you don't know me and I don't know you, " hey You!" will work too.

I had Mic, tell me when my speed reached 55 miles per hour. I was running 1/4 of a mile till I had to slow down to not become airborne as the bridge top to bridge top was 1/4 of a mile about, apart. I was playing crazy car games. In the dark road out in the middle of know not where, outside the limits of Starkville Mississippi It would have been while my brother was still living in the dorms with me, but before he met his wife, or there abouts, so lets say pre-1990.

Yesterday we had a head wind most of the time and I was not driving I was look out, but from the back passenger seat side, could see my dad's side face, not front face, but was hyper and needing to be the best I could be while being the best I didn't need to be me. I was and have been in hyper mania mode for the past year. Okay this is the first few days of the new year, so I can pull a few ironic puns out of my hot headed hard hat, which I only wear when I have too. I have been doing the mania upswing for about 6 days, which is a long time, days like this the balancing act of being me goes into high gear, and I have the skills to balance rocks on sticks and sticks on head, and walk and talk while doing stunning things, but I have to be relaxed and calm when I do some things, not easy when you are manic.

God gave me what I am, who I am is his to mould and mold and hold and all the other "old" would be words I could fill this tongue twisted sister of a sentence with if I could rap the Xoda as I often do. But the brief point is. God Only Knows. And at times I haven't a clue till I have typed it what I was going to say, or could have said, but didn't. The editor of the bible was whom?

Is God your co-pilot or is he steering your car while you sit at the wheel with your eyes closed, asking him to guide you down a dark and lonely road you have never been before?

I don't know about you, but I took my hands off the steering wheel enough times that I have scared a few passengers into never riding with me again. Yet they also know if they needed to get somewhere fast and safe, I am the Man. Yet I don't own my own car now. And sooner or later I might have to be sane enough to do that again. Just not yet, as I don't have too, Thank God.

But I have the skills honed by constant exposure to God to tell you, 120 words a minute don't last long, then the push slows a bit and the mind says, Whew that was a fun ride, now to sit down and let them James Bond thrill rides begin. Yay me, James Bond is back again this year.

James, Brother dear, we got to plan this album out, we only have 9 years to get it out, or just 10 days to publish it, and get the music set to the blog time line punch line of the Xoda Rap artist and the master of runs of tune "YOU" . So I am telling you, all my readers far and wide.

Nice lady at the Ruby Tuesday's Bar, enjoy the crisp Dollar, wish I had had more, but I do tender the bills to the kitchen cooks at the Spectator's Pub in North Little Rock Arkansas, just ask about it, Josh, Chris, or Brad will tell you the scope of the scoop. I am a Trend, they hope spins up to span all their other customers.

I know that some of the patrons do help the kitchen staff, but outside the bar, and he don't work there anymore, but the lawyer dude, who's name I don't know off hand, but who's face I still remember was dong the trend of helping before me. Though I don't know the extent of the issues, I do know others have money to burn, I burn things all the time. Just not the bridges I have formed.

In closing I was going to write a story, had in mind to post it here, but might have to wait till I can freeze the frost off my toes, the name of the story is a short set of words and ideas that my Brother James, Not Bond, but James the Man, from the clan Owens.

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The lights of the car sank and sank, and the tank was filling with gasoline as the driver tried to lift his head above water, help me his thoughts said, then his world went dark and........

Was that lights in the pond again, only one week or so since someone else did that same thing, I scanned the shore line and Thought, Oh No, U F O the thing is getting brighter then, Pop with a flash it was out.

The rumors were I was crazy anyway, whom did I tell?

No one it seems, I just put out my smoke and went back inside.

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The End....... or is that a good enough teaser to give to your friend, James?

Hugglies, wavelets and to all my friends and family happy Today.

Yours in Christ,
Charles.
May the peace that can't be understood fully be yours forever.

"The 3 blind mice, a pool table, a pub, and a fireangel"

2011-11-29T00:12:00.000-08:00

Dear Readers,

Hello there folks haven't seen many of you in what has it been like forever! Man the world spins and the wheels fall off the trucks of your train car, and then you wake up and shiver and reality hits you square in the face. They haven't gotten that movie out to my venues yet, they have been running late on their deadlines for what has been weeks. First they said the lead actor died while doing a stunt, Okay I can live with that, I did not like who they picked anyway, I wrote the book I have rights to things, but I told them get this guy and they couldn't so I said um.

Pick a few good ones and let me see the list. Well they did not even like my second choice much, and we did try to get him, but his contract did not run out on the other employer. So I had to pick their guy which was their first choice all along. So his death while tragic for his family really means nothing to me.

I have a book to make into a movie and the epic tale is not going to be coming to your viewing pleasure anytime soon. I even tried to get that other guy I know with a nice new only 6 months old DexHex machine and he looked at me Like I was crazy.

"Sir, I can't do that. You know the rules! No fictional character can intermix with reality or all hell could break loose."

You are an idiot I told him, standing there in his corner, smoking a Marlboro light and a Kool 100 Blue. Why does he always smoke two cigarettes at once I will never explain to you. But he does and that is the way I pictured him the other day when I had to kill him off, growl,, okay I didn't he is sitting in the wings, waiting for a day and time and post or page to appear, ( not counting this small segment of his life, albeit shorter than it should have been, why did they make these rules up anyway, fiction and fact should be able to play baseball games and football games and all that at the same time. Okay they do sort of, but this is different, this is fictional future not fiction now if only.

I had to figure out who I would pick if I had to pick another person as ,,, hold it I can get the contracts rechecked. Off to the phones.............

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You see the above puts a big light on the facts of my world. If only. If only the ideas I have had in the last 24 hours were all printed up in long form, I could get to work on the 245,094 I have forgotten since the last 24 hours started.

I have forgotten more good lines and more good blog posts and poems and faces and names and hydrogen atoms in the last 24 hours than I did in the 24 hours before that, or at least a best guest as to a close number, ( I know what you are thinking, those atoms of hydrogen are way, way to high for me to have counted them. And you are right I am only guessing that there were 15,743 that I forgot).

Sighs, I told a nice sweet pair of eyes today,, um yesterday, that I could type 120 words per minute if I got in my grove, the zone, that tight little place right between the eye blinks and the not seeing anything at all. But I might have misstated those facts, I think I have had days of hitting more. I Knew a girl in 2006/2007 that could type 130 to 160 words a minute as she was always being amazed that she had passed those tests and actually gotten the best job of her life because of those skills. That and being able to correct spelling as she read or heard the tapes of people talking or off the pages of things she typed up from.

This relates to the timeline story I have been trying to shear out of the dustbin of my fast brain cell scram jet past. I was there at the age of 2 and 3, but only 1 to more people were there as well and being older they would have seen a lot more of me than I can remember, but darn it, what about all those times they were not there and I was the only one there, what are those stories like?

I was a climber from early on, I see a wall and building and I tell you as you stand there listening to me. My way of climbing it and what I would do and how I would do it if I could lift all my own body weight with one finger. Or not lift it but hold onto it. No falling, can't fall or slip, you climb without ropes, and you climb without a safety system and you can not call for help if you fall. But you can always pray real fast, and look for a miracle.

Miracles have been happening all over the world in this last World Second. You jest they say, and I look at them and ask them, when this flash goes off, Blink Flash, What did you think right before the flash hit your eyes, but right after the sound of the blink hit your ears. the time distance was just 1/2 of a second. What was your half of a second of thought?

Many people can not tell you what I just said in this blog, even if they had just read it, Not counting all the people that have never ever heard nor will never ever hear of this blog post.

All umm,,, How many readers do I have, I will say this the blog tracker has hit an all time high, I am at an apex, a peak and I am mentally focused on the next 60 hours of nothing much and trying to think and type as fast as my fingers can fly. ( hey angel eyes, you got on this blog today, but at the biowebscape entry, I hope you see this before I see you again, but if not I will see you and tell you myself to read this. Waves Thanks for the sweet smile and the greetings and the confidence in myself you gave me Saturday night when I asked you that question and you said, I will never throw you out , or words to that intensity)

So all you online friends, Sorry some of you are still waiting for me to finish the "Safe Safe story and yet again I have to say maybe next time.

Hugs, and tips, and advice, and It's your shot at the pool table in the skies.
May the Peace that passes all understanding be yours from the Lord Jesus Christ.
Charles.

The bloody day in October.

2011-10-31T12:59:00.000-07:00

Dear Readers.

That bloody day filled the sky with rivers of blood the night was cold and my friend Robert Moore looked up and told his students something was afoot. What he might have, or could have said was that Blood was flowing down out of the sky in the dark night, a dark surprise of trick or treat. A bit of horror ready to take them all and bath them in Blood.

It was the northern lights but, it could just as easily been blood flowing from heaven to earth, from a cross to the pit you live in, from wounds on a head and back and hands and feet and side.

Some days with my mania the way it can be I am filled with dread just getting out of bed. You should have guessed it reading my writing by now, I am manic depressive, they have all sorts of names for it, but I know that I was always this way, but not as bad as I am now. The Now happened in 2005, when in a fit of depression and not a bit of self loathing I decided to not go to the doctor for something I figured I would either get over, or it would kill me. I thought I had fluid on the lungs, pneumonia. I did have fluid on the lungs, just not mucus of the pneumonic-demonic kind, evil laugh, the devils danced about the room and gleefully told me not to go to the doctor.

I had fluid bloody fluid on my lungs blood clots, and I knew when one of them passed through my heart, I literally had it trying to kill me for my sins, I got excited after thinking about a female I knew and I was still married and she was not my wife. Blood clot rushed about and passed through my heart and I had a heart attack or what I thought was one, I barely got into bed and sat up in pain for a while. Knowing full well I should go to the hospital and I could have, but I did not want to go, I would have at the time rather have been dead.

God works is mysterious ways. And you don't know the half of them. You might not even think he is alive and well, you might think he is only a nice guy you once put into a bundle of gold up on some stone altar in a shrine somewhere. You might not even want to think about it till after you get out of college or back from your trip to the Mars colony. Don't matter much what we think about what God is or is not. Well it does, but it don't, sort of like a paradox loop. God did not change. We did. Though you will know that I think these sorts of thoughts and you have learned to take it or leave it. The story still goes on.

I died or should have died back in 2005. I finally went to the doctor on the 29 th of Dec. way late in the afternoon, his last patient, Dr Lynn if you are reading this ( I told you I was going to be writing things remember back then, well this is as good as it gets right now, if anyone asks I give you written permission via these words to tell them about it all. ) I told them it was my lungs, laughs, it was but it was blood clots everywhere else too. Legs. Head. Arms. Lungs. Dead dead dead and dead and bloody at that. Dr. Lynn's post-it note drawing was literally seen by me as a post it note from God I do not remember much if anything of anything Dr. Lynn said after I looked at that piece of paper, I meant to save it and mount it on my wall, but I can still see it and I have been able to redraw it a time or two to show people, but it has no impact on them like it did to me.

I died, in my head I have to remind myself I died that day, but I have to die a bit every day still yet. I have to kill my self every day and let the blood pour down from the heavens like the Northern lights and fill me up with Christ. I can't be in here any more, but sadly for me it seems I can't totally wash me out of me and get all of Christ's blood in. Some one out there will point out the filled to brim with the Holy Spirit metaphor that this all reminds them of, and how they can relate to it. But we are still stuck with us in here, and we still sin daily even though we don't want to, Paul writes about that fact and how he does not want to, but can't stop.

It is a constant battle for me to balance my mania and my depression, I am good at balancing a stick on my head, just ask anyone that knows me, I have shown them it at least once, and I am always balancing something or other. So I do have the God given talent to do it. But I need a lot of help. And when I am deep in my pit of despair full of self loathing and shame and can't get back out of it on my own. I want to have it be filled with Christ's blood poured down from that cross, fill the pit up to drown me, hey I can swim, fill it full to the brim and I can swim out of the pit filled with blood and reach shore knowing that God Saved me.

May the Peace that passes all understanding be yours from Christ Jesus the Lord.
Charles.

Is it that time of year again?

2011-10-25T09:01:00.000-07:00

Dear Readers,

As I was about to clear my thoughts and throat to get out my speaking voice, I drowned in congestion and coughed and sputtered a bit, just now. But isn't that what is going on right now! here I was going to reinstate my thoughts from back in 2007, and rehash the old issues, and reform in a new blog post what I had already done once before. Only to cough and sputter and gag a bit. So am I really going to do what I thought I should do? Don't know.

Before head in that direction, I will side step, Like I do oft times, to something else. Yes I know I have not finished that story yet. I haven't forgotten you, or it's train of thought, just have to dig out the other things in the way of it first. As an active thinking almost always full of himself and things streaming in full speed and slow cough like gagging author like person. I have to get out from under a pile of things if I am to get back to a formed up storyline, that I just did not finish the first time of writing. Not so much of an excuse why it has taken so long to get back to the Safe Safe, as telling you how hard it is for me to get back to it. It kinda now explains to me, the processes that I did not understand, but do now a bit better of what goes on in my head.

"Hey is there anyone in here? I look about a dimly lite room full of chairs, old beer mugs, several coffee pots still steaming away, donut boxes mostly with fresh donuts still warm and tempting to be picked up an eaten. But the room is a shambles like the whole crowd left in a hurry, yet it has the feeling that it was left last month. Hello! Anyone in here? There he is, a lone figure walks toward me. He stares at me from the shadows and says.

Charles, welcome to your brain!"

Laughs, yes that was what was wrong. I am always thinking of something, and even If I am not thinking of something, I am only forcing myself to think of nothing, but I am still watching something. I am only thinking of nothing, till I realize I am now dreaming and am looking around for what will happen next. Then I wake for whatever reason and think of the last bits of the dream for several long whiles, even into the next day.

If I am not careful I might start talking out loud to the Audience. Not you all. You are the readers, but you only see me via these words, for the most part, though only a few of you if you still read this stuff, know me in reality, ( that place out there beyond this place that I live, though I am not sure what other to call it, because I am out here, and well am in here too, typing, paradox again ).

We as Thinking creatures which God designed to be more than the sum of our parts, have something going on all the time. Biochemically we never ever stop, even if the only things that are left is the dust of which we are made up off, well to a point it can get so confused with the other little bits and atoms of other things that Only God knew we were ever here to begin with. But for the most part we are always doing something. But we mostly do not Know about 99% of it. You only think, and feel, and project a bit forward or backward. Yet you can't change much of any of it beyond a thin thin thin slice of time that is about , well, shorter than this sentence.

We are acted upon by things out of our control, and react to things that we can't understand and then to top it all off, We wanted to say one thing and got side tracked on another topic, but isn't that what the topic is. My excuse for why the story wasn't finished, and my new post of thoughts for the day, and all that other things and stuffs going on I wanted to tell you about.

See the Problem.

God doesn't tell us a lot of his plans for us. As a Christ follower I know I will get heaven. End Goal. Not end of story. I am reminded time and time again, as the kind of Author I am, I am also getting a taste of the kind of reader you might be listening to the Kind of Author I am. The paradox here is, that I know the answer and I don't know the answer.

I know my final place of residence. Yet I currently live out here, in the other place we call life as we know it. What we know of this life is full of bumps, odd things falling out of the sky and then my dad over my right shoulder talking about baking, and food and cooking, and the lack of space to add more things to our pots and pans, as all of his are in here and all of mine are in a storage shed, which I have to decide if I am not going to ever use them again, if I shouldn't just give them away. Life is like this paragraph, full of things going on all the time, some authors, take a hunk of time out of their day, close the doors, turn off the phone and go and write. Me, I am writing on a computer in my parent's living room ( mostly, I have blog posted from elsewhere ) filled with things that remind me I made them, others have made them, or other family members have made them. The room is full and the sheds are full and our lives are over filled, stuffed almost to the point that we can't see out the sides of the things in the office in our heads, full of fresh things, but old things we have never looked at again, yet if we pick them up. Will be like new out of the box and tasty fresh baked.

I just pointed out to my dad during the baking chat that there are two kinds of artists. One takes canvas in hand, adds paints and steps away, finished. The other takes canvas in hand and never seems to leave it alone. I did point out that the kind of author I am is to write a short story and walk away, but if I am not careful, I or another will ask me for more of that little slice of the life of someone I just wrote about. The Safe Safe story was an offshoot of the Business Card story of a long while ago, that idea of a persona had been rolling about in my own personal story space, and I just shared it with you all. Normally I have a dozen different personal storylines rolling about in that office up there where I can sit down at one place and open the green box of donuts and pink coffee mug and munch on for a while. Then go to sleep, and or get up and go elsewhere.

I try hard to Write here and leave it here, but I haven't stopped thinking of several open ended stories. Like the Richard Mann chapters from a few years ago that I wrote elsewhere and trying to cut and paste here to sour results( the sour, being editing format and how they looked on the blog )That was off a personal storyline that I tried writing out in the long out of head versions.

I guess what I might really be saying is, that unless I take the time and finish that storyline it will stay as a 2 out of 3 part story ( which was a lot shorter in my mind's eye vision than it was in the written word ). Life is full of your stories, they never seem to end, then one day you die.

God knows all your story, and in fact knew your story before you were ever thought of by anyone else. Paradox in a box, we see the box but we can't see outside it. We are stuck in the universe of the world around us. We look into the sky and see trillions of things and we want to know more than we can even begin to ask, but we seek and we ask, and well we get stuck there. God is not stuck there. We are. We also tend toward sticking him in our little world's and thinking that he is just like us. But He is Not Just like us, yet once he was. Paradox again. I use the term paradox a lot, and it might confuse readers or people why I use it. But God is at once easy to explain yet hard for most people to think about. I know a lot of people who discount that Christians are simple minded. But I am not simple minded and I am a Christian. Most people only see a slice of your life, they only see a short slice of the short story of your day. Just Like I write on here about, little slices of life of person or thing Y.

Thinking people, which is every living human. Think complex things, be it simple to you, it is not simple to them. Life is not a slice of things, it is all the slices and all the pains of sore backs, knees, heads, the baking smells, the fire drills, the chills of the dark woods. But God doesn't let it stop there. I had another slice of heaven dream last night. Yet it was mostly a slice of life, only toward the end of it.... well it did not end I was still in it when my phone rang. But looking back on it, I knew it was an answer to prayers I had been having.

So where does this get us from my title to now? um,, well, um...

Life is to complex to worry about it, Hint, Go Read what Jesus Told everyone about worry, Don't do it, no need to.

So I guess I will not write what I was going to write, as I think God answered my thoughts on the topic as I wrote.

My you all have the Peace of the Lord.
Charles.

The Dex-Hex Movie maker, and other news...

2011-07-30T01:06:00.000-07:00

Dear Readers,

Yes I know I am leaving you hanging into yet another story that got longer than a single post and I am going to well, just have to leave you hanging there a while longer, until something else happens like the space aliens giving back my first draft they borrowed, yes they said they were borrowing it, and yet they just recently Told Ziggy that they wanted him and us to move off their Planet. Soooo.... there might be some legal battles before we get back to my Safe Safe storyline, but it is not forgotten in some dust bin, or file cabinet in my head, though there are many things up there that you might find interesting or even scary and frightful, if you were to go nosing about without your guide book tour guide to Charles' brain's nooks and crannies, but I digress. See it all in news flash cinema, super 8 film over the light bulb so hot if the film stopped the film melted, I was going to go all digital till they told me that putting chips in my head was a bad idea that it could lead to mind control and all that other stuff. So I have stuck with the old method of just letting it flow out at it's own rate of speed which at times is at near 120 words of type written code called computer text ( can't do this on an old typewriter, there are several in the house, and I did learn on one of them ) per minute, but other times it slows to the crawl of traffic on a totally grid locked 4 lane highway out of the biggest city on the planet just before the asteroid is about to hit. Which should cause a lot of thinking about panic and chaos, but seems to be just about the thought that most of you might feel if you drive in really big cities and have to get home faster than the flow is going. But yet again I seem to have digressed off the topic at hand. Looks back up at the notes nailed to my computer monitor with a 16 penny nail gun. Um, why are there sparks up that way and why can't I see all this screen, never mind, on with the story.

I have had too many things to do and all the time in any given day to do them, yet I never got them done because something else held me back, wasted my time, or otherwise pulled me this way and that and I had to get my sailing boat back to shore before the hurricane hit me and we played with several fish species while ......... Okay who changed my notes? Um,, Looks up there, oh never mind this must be why people don't like to talk to me a lot when I am in this state of mind, they can't seem to get a word in edge wise and I am not getting on with the story they thought they were going to get from what I asked them about and they replied and I said, let me explain myself, and thus where we are now is where they have picked up their handy folding chairs and have left the room. Hey wait a Minute I can sum it up in a few less words Honest.

To the whispers and louder comments of Yeah Right Charles......

Side tracked, so the Safe Safe story will be finished sooner than later, though later is the end of time and sooner won't be today.

But.

I have a new short story for your eyes to look at, imagined while thinking about a real life tall tale I used to tell to people in the verbal story telling places I used to hang out at, pool halls, bars, street corners, side walks, parks, living rooms and other places I met people that would listen for a short time to a short story or poem or thought puzzle, but I had to get it over and done with because they would roll their eyes, tap their watches or just plain faint from boredom or waiting too long for the ending. So I did learn to tell stories in under 4 hours or less... Okay I have told tales in under 4 minutes or 40 seconds depending, but you know how it is, you are looking for a cool thing to say and have to invent one on the spot, but later you can think and think about it and it can get long winded like here. Which reminds me I was howling the other day when my parents were not in the house and I was wondering if I knew how long I could do it. 10 seconds was the best I could do sitting down, and out of shape. I used to be able to walk and howl at the same time, getting up to 8 steps in a steady walking pace which for me is about 2.5 miles per hour. So maybe I do need to practice more walking and getting back in shape.

Howling is good for the lungs, afterwards I felt loads better, plus it takes a lot of energy out of you, if you howl, breath, howl, breath, howl, breath and keep that up till you feel faint or someone calls the police or the cats wake up and start glaring at you. But no police and no cats, I just stopped and thought about things a little less grumpy like from then on.

So here goes the newest version of the latest big thing in computer programing and film tech and if you want one of these in your house too, please send 5 billion dollars to this guy I know that lives about three blocks over and 26.346 years into the future his name is Tomthanalanedel. (that is Tom than alan edel ) don't ask me why his name is that way, it could take me weeks of explaining and several hours of getting time travel slime off my hands.

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Tom was sitting in his office. He had just opened up shop and wanted to make a good impression on the young writers and directors that he was sure would come into his office. So he had all the latest and greatest things in his office.

A nice comfortable chair behind a nice wide desk, then a nice new fanggled looking computer, but it hid some secrets, yet to be revealed. There was one other thing on the desk, a 50 page per minute high speed printer, that took data plug-in chip downloads.

The rest of the Office was filled with Nothing. Oh, well there was the client chair, an old rickety looking kitchen chair from a thrift store.

The walls were totally blank white, the floor a soft tan flat color, and no pattern at all, and the 4 windows looking out into the city hung no currents or shades or for that matter they really never got any sunlight as they were north facing.

He was expecting a client in about 3 minutes, so he wanted to make sure everything was set up, in the right order.

5,000 sheets of paper in the printer, had been loaded yesterday, and he did have some things in the supply cabinet in his desk, but they were to stay hidden until later.

There was a knock on the door.

He told the Man to come in.

Shock at the starkly blank office was the first reaction seen on the young man's face and then a bit of a nervous stutter.

"Are you Tom, the Dex-Hex programmer"?

"Yes. Please come in and have a seat. I know this can be a bit odd for a first timer like yourself."

The young man fingered the chain around his neck, holding a small data chip in it's case. Then sat down and folded his hands, in his lap and blinked a few times, turned his head and realized there really was not anything to look at in the room, yet again.

"I informed you that you needed to write as much of your movie vision into your script, and the reason why is that the Program can only handle text based information. I know that seems hard for you to think about, but the Program is of an odd styling. Now, a few instructions before we start.

On the front panel of the printer is the data chip port, you will insert your data chip, the keypad next to it will ask for you unlock code, and then will down load the data, when the green light on top lights up. All you have to do is hit print. Then after printing, you can read through the pages to make sure they all printed and everything is in order. Then we will go to step two."

The young man got up and did as Tom had instructed. In about 3 minutes the green light lit and the printer started spewing out pages rather fast.

Almost 700 pages later the young man had a hefty stack of paper in front of him. And sat and sorted through it for a long time, but Tom sat there patiently with a slight smile on his face.

Finally the young man, sighed deeply and looked up and said.

" Yeah, it is all here, I don't understand why it had to be all in text, drawings would have really helped me see things better."

" Don't worry, it will be okay." Tom said. Then he pushed back from the desk a little ways and opened a door and pulled out a 10 gallon sized shredder and it's canister. He moved it around the front of his desk and placed it beside the young man, facing him.

"Place your script face down, and feed each sheet face down into this shredder until you have gone from last page to first page and then we will go to the next step."

"Shred my script! Are you serious?"

"Yes the Program is very good at seeing things trust me."

The young man sighed, but did as he was told, page after page, shredded, it felt like total defeat. All his dreams of his movie vision gone in almost as fast as they were going to be realized finally.

When he was done his face was ashen and he was sweating a bit. But he couldn't say anything.

Tom got up and pulled the canister out and the paper looked like fine snow flakes, not even strips, but dusty snow flakes.

"The next step is to dissolve this paper in a solution I have. To it's final form before the Program takes it."

Tom poured the confetti into a funnel into a beaker that he had pulled out of his desk. The beaker had a clear liquid in it. With each bit of paper flake to hit the liquid it dissolved as if it was just snow in hot water. In less time than it took to talk about it, it was done.

Tom took the beaker and stirred it with a glass rod, and the water was clear, not one bit of paper was left.

"This next part is So Cool. You just have to see it to believe it."

Tom Opened a panel on the side of his monitor screen, and pulled out a weighted tube. He then lowered it into the beaker, then tipped the beaker up on a soft wedge, so that the tube was at the very bottom of the beaker to get all the liquid out.

"This part I want you to move your chair over here to watch." Tom motioned for the young man to sit right beside him.

On the screen was a flashing cursor square in green, and a \ line. At that space he typed.

\ fill-in-blank-where-needed-but-colors-dex-hex-do-not-spoil

Then he hit return and the screen went blank and black, but soon bits of white started to show up. Then more and the black and white mixed and flashed and reminded them both of the old movie clips of old TVs off station and just gathering signal noise.

Then over a few minutes time they heard a dry sucking noise and the beaker was empty. Then patterns on the screen started getting more organized and then brief flashes of color appeared and then flashes of what looked like whole pictures, then the screen suddenly went pitch black again and the prompt showed up.

Where Tom typed.

\Post-dex-hex

Then a movie started to play, it lasted for about 65 minutes, The room filled with sights and sounds and you could almost feel the room fill with smells of things in the movie.

When the movie was over the young man was crying, and Laughing and hugging Tom.

"How much do I owe you, Tom?"

Tom looked at the young man and held out a piece of paper with some writing on it.

The young man looked ashen again.

Tom was smiling.

(( here is the twisted part of the story....... I have not filled in the ending yet, and I could just make you tell me what the card said. But I am going to make you think about it for a bit before you get to know what I would write.

What would you give for your dreams to come true, you get to write them out in full details all the words in the world at your disposal to tell someone what you want to see, in this case a movie script, but in a possible alteration, the next 30 years of your life. What would you give for that prefect movie script? or Life time?))

The card, read.

God Loves you, it is free of charge.

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Not exactly the way I envisioned this idea 6 hours ago, but good enough, and with enough nothing more, to thin it down to a short story, not a novel off great wordy expressions.

Well off to elsewhere and elsewhen maybe I will get to those over the top movies I keep dreaming up, or else have to hunt down another Tom like guy, or Joe, or frank or other names spill over the edges of my desk.

The Peace of the Lord be with you all.
Charles.

Stories Our Dreams Tell

2011-06-14T04:28:00.000-07:00

Dear Readers,

You wake from the dream world for whatever reasons, only to find that what you saw there in that misty dream was just that a dream. But mine play out like mini movie sets a lot more than most, I am not the only actor on set, sometimes I am the director other times I am just one of many. The one I wake from just now had me hoping that I'd really get to know this girl, only she is someone I know, at least as a face, an actress from a canceled police drama that I hadn't thought about in ages. You know it is not real, could never be real, that things in the dream world are just your mind doing whatever it does when you dream, yet I can see my own Private worlds in there, things that I had seen during the day and things that I thought about, played out in a movie set so that my mind could do whatever it does with the days events.

Though this dream left me wanting to be the person I was in them, a stage actor, setting up appointments for future shows and meet and greets with people to talk the trade. One thing I remember thinking and saying to someone else, is that it was so easy to just talk, because it was totally dark and No one could see you, they could only hear what you said and how you said it. That, that part was liberating me from any stage fright I had once had.

Oh, and that we were creating Ad Lib pieces and small skits. Which goes into a conversation that I had with someone online about how if I told wild tale to my dad he'd be able to play with it with his own wild tale, weaving both our tales into a grand scene.

Now to see if I can continue where I left off with the last scene of the story from yesterday.

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I was into my second dram of wine when my phone rang.

"Hey Brooks, I need you to hunt down why I have been served a search warrant, and if they can force me to open my safe. Well they can't force me, as it will just disappear, but I want to know really is can they force me to try to open it, and can they really just try to break into it on their own?" I say to George Brooks without letting him say much more than Hi.

"Who's court signed the warrant?"

"Federal Judge Judy Ross, and she sealed the reasons why and who wanted the search. I expect it has something to do with my dealings with governments in the Middle East, but I can't see why they would be so heavy handed."

"Mr. Danner, what do you have in the safe?"

"I can't tell you, well I could tell you, but I won't tell you, after all if I were to tell you, what good is having it in the Safe Safe in the first place. " What was in there was several plans and designs for several things that had yet to make it into production, some of which had been up in the Loft before I made them go elsewhere. I could have moved the Safe as well, but it is designed to Never Come back, at least not here in this apartment again.

"Well I will get to over to Federal Court, and see what we can see. You should have had Tracey come in and gotten me. It was just a planning meeting." He said with a slight ring of admonishment in his voice, like he felt I was not taking things serious enough.

"Well you have your other clients to deal with."

"But you Sir are our only big client and the meeting was not that important."

Just then my front door opened and a spook walked in, you could tell he was a spook by the way he looked directly at me without taking in anything else and laser lighted me to the spot. Only to realize that I was taking note of him looking at me, and I was returning his gaze force for force. I thought for a few seconds that I knew him, but it was only his kind that I knew I looked at him closer and tried to see what he was thinking. I could almost feel it, when he blinked and forced himself to turn away, lest I really find out something important. It is hard for spooks to back down on a challenge and I took note of that force of will he used on himself, I'd have to watch this one, and Jones was not his name.

"Well the real reason that they are here just arrived, a spook named for today, Mr. Jones. Now I am sure that it is the Safe that they are after and What is in it. Whatever they suspect is in it, has made them pull out some stops." I paused to sigh and continued.

"I want you to find out if they can force open the safe with a Search Warrant, I would like you to see if you can make them tell us why, and I want to know what they will do to me when the Safe disappears."

"Disappears? What do you mean by that? It can't just disappear, where will you take it?" Frustration at being confused heavy in his voice.

"The Safe Safe Room is designed so that the Safe can not be opened when anyone else is in my apartment. If I am forced to, against my will to open it, which I can't! The Safe will travel elsewhere in a blink of an eye or faster and it will be gone and never ever come back to this Apartment. Which will really make me mad, as I do like it being here with me. It is an old friend we have been together a long time, and frankly I don't like having it elsewhere when I am working. But all that besides the point, the Safe is designed to be Safe, It will go Poofy, frustrating me and likely have them wanting to through me in Jail. Which is just what I want you to find if they can do or not."

"You have lost me, I can't understand how a safe can just go elsewhere." He says in that confused tone people have when faced with the unknown.

"Do you know how my business cards work? Of course not, you only like them, but you and everyone else seems befuddled every time they discover a new feature of them. The 3-D movable images they can produce, how they are powered, and how you can't seem to break them, no matter how hard you try. Secrets you have all asked me about and I have not told you. This is just another one of them, suffice it to say that if they can Order me to Open the safe. It will disappear. I don't really want it to get that far, but I want to know what they can do to me if it does get that far." I am being more forceful in my tone to him than I would normally use and I take a pause and sip some wine.

"I will do my best Sir. I will call you when I know more."

"Am I free to go legally when they are searching the apartment and trying to open The Safe? I really need to go do some things before this evening."

"They might want to keep you around if they take anything, and if they get the safe open you will want to be there."

"Nope, they can't open the Safe, it is a Safe Safe, they can't open it, and they can't move it out of here, in fact I am the only one that can move it. As I did bring it here but then again I did not use the elevator to get it here, call it another one of those things you have no clue about, just know it happened."

"It is like your Business Cards isn't it?" Understanding finally leaking into his voice.

"Only big and black and heavier than all get out. The cards can break, the Safe can't break, at least not with any force they can apply to it."

"If you don't mind them poking around your place, I don't see why you can't leave, there is no Legal way to hold you there. Most people don't want them stealing the art work or things. Where is the Safe at anyway? Last time I was there, all you had was open space, The Lone Chair, and nothing in the loft or the room below it." I had had a house warming party, that several of the other people in the building had sorta forced on me, as they wanted to see what their new super rich neighbor was going to do with the place. Only to have most of them scratch their heads at the stark emptiness of the place. What they did not know was that it was rather full of stuff. Space. Lots of Open space. It was not my only home, but those other places weren't on maps that they knew about. I was a bit to secretive for their tastes, Rich people Flaunt their wealth in their eyes, and the only thing they had seen was nothing much, but two odd metal block art objects on the walls, one by the front door and the other in the kitchen area. Not much to say about them, none of the parts turned or anything. Okay none of the parts turned for them, they did turn for me.

"The room below the Loft I installed The Safe Safe Room. It is my own design and it is Safe to leave them fiddling with it. Good I will leave as soon as I can. Thank you George for the help, do your best. I will talk to you later."

He says goodbye and I hang up on him. But I call one more number.

"Joey! Dude! I need the plane prepped and ready to go, flight plan for a trip to England. Quasimodo is in town with my car, I have a hot date tonight, and I might have to rush away."

"Yes Sir, But you hardly ever bring Quasi, into town unless something dire has happened. Is everything okay Sir?" Joey has a young voice, and for all that does look rather young, although you'd be surprised to find out how old he is really.

"The Safe is being looked at by spooks." Is all I say.

"Yes Sir, I understand. We'll be prepped and ready when you arrive, if needed." All joking and leisure gone from his voice.

"Thanks, Dude." I say as I hang up.

Time to get this party on the road. I sit there and watch them milling around the Safe Room, Mr Jones is looking at me with sidelong glances never keeping his eyes on me for more than a few seconds. A crew seems to have arrived, bags of gear, even a wheeled cart or two coming in the wide front door. It looks like they are going to try to open the Safe by force. If I were a normal person I'd have been all over them asking questions and that I am not doing "the fuss budget home owner routine" is not lost on them. I wonder If I stir things up just a bit, make them fume more what sort of glee I can get out of it all.

I drink the rest of my wine, and get up out of my Lone Chair. I do miss at times not bringing the Teak Rocker instead, but it is better on the surf side porch in the house where my Card Maker devices are now sitting in the den. I miss the beach and birds and all the People playing in the waves, but they are safe from this hustle and bustle world. Quasimodo must be a little upset to have had to leave the Islands to have shown up here.

I walk over toward the kitchen, and they give me room and don't seem to care for me much. I open the smaller of the two fridges, the one on the left, and put the bottle next to another one already in there, though that one is a 1980 vintage with a label. I take out a nice ripe peach from the fruit drawer, which is in the middle of the shelves, other than that there aren't many things in the fridge almost as if I don't eat at home, but I do when I am here, I just am neat about it and there is little clutter in there, with all the shelves clean and clear glass.

I walk into the area with my dinner table, the table is old wood, looking to have been picked up in a thrift store somewhere, but I made it about as long ago as the wine I had just been drinking was bottled. Before New York was even a thought on a map, ages and ages ago, things had happened to the table, there did look to be a slight burned mark on one side of it, where fire might have touched it a bit to long, but other than that no major scars.

I sat my jelly jar on the table, and pointed at it.

"Stay! Don't move! Yes I know you want off the table! BUT you STAY!" I said it in as serious of voice as I muster even though I wanted to laugh and smile at my own silliness. After all I knew the jelly jar liked the table, and the table loved the jelly jar. They had been together a long time and knew each other well.

Mr. Jones on the other hand was looking at me as If I had lost my mind.

" You never can get things to stay in one spot around here," I say to him.

"Just look, you guys want to take my Safe from in here and move it to who knows where, just to get frustrated knowing that you made me touch it, and it went Poofy, on you!"

"Oh we will move it alright as soon as the court order gets here, we are hauling it away, as evidence." He said in a voice of confidence.

"I want you to try to do just that!" I'd just love to see your faces when you try to lift it off the table. But I have things to do, am I free to leave, my own home?"

"You'll want to stay for when we get it open, might want to explain what we find in there?" He says in a threatening voice.

"You won't get it open, as I am the only one that can open it, even if I were to tell you the 9 number combination, and give you detail instructions on how I open it. It will still not open, and If I touch it it will disappear, if you are all still lurking about the apartment. In fact I can't even open it and take the things in it out, and move them out of the Safe Room. Because then They would disappear." I say this last as I am starting to bite on the juicy peach, totally prefect, just like the day I bought it 6 weeks ago.

Juice is running down my chin and I am smiling at him.

" You are one crazy guy, first you tell the FBI this cock and bull story and now you expect me to believe you too?"

I am a fast eater, and the peach is just melting in my mouth, and I would like to really finished it all, but need it for the effect more or less unfinished.

"Watch this! Follow me!" As I head toward the Safe Room. They have a few guys poking and prodding the safe and one of them is asking the others where his gloves are.

"Did you lay them down on top of the Safe?" I ask.

"Yeah!" Looking at me with an odd puzzled look, squinting his eyes like he can't see me well.

"Watch this! Gather around. Everyone in the Room Gather around and watch this."

I See that they are all looking at me and I reach my hand out over the top of the Safe, being careful not to touch it. I drop the half eaten gloriously delicious peach on top. It stays there for about 5 seconds and then fades away and is gone.

"Go on, check to see where it went! It is gone! Do NOT put anything You want to keep on top of the Safe. Good, now that you know the rules. Can I go now?"

I turn while the techie guys are looking for my peach toward Mr. Jones.

"I am advised that I can leave and come back later, so I am heading out. Bye bye."

I say as I walk toward the door.

He is yelling something mean at me as I leave but I don't care to listen much.

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Okay folks I am really not in the habit of writting a lot at once and you will just have to wait for more, till later.

Hugs and May the Peace of the Lord be with you,
Charles.

The future of yesterday.

2011-06-13T11:26:00.000-07:00

Dear Readers,

Now that I know there are at least one of you out there reading what I so boldly call, writing.

1 billion 300 thousand things to say and only 30 minutes to type them so I will be brief, yeah right.

I told several of you single reader(s) about a chapter I had added to the story line from "The Business Card" So I will try to get it into print in as close to how I saw it when I thought it up.

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The Safe Safe.

My cellphone rang, I put the wine bottle down, and pulled it out of my T-shirt pocket, and opened it up.

"Hi Henry, What's Up?"

"Sir, there are several Police Officers and FBI suits headed to your apartment." Henry the Clerk on the front desk in the lobby of my new digs, said in a bit of a breathless run on word sentence.

" Calm down Henry. It is okay I haven't a clue why they'd be here, but no worries. Remember I have lawyers." I said and laughed so that he could hear my bit of sarcasm at the idea that I would be in trouble for doing something wrong.

But even though I was laughing on the phone, I was also walking toward the wall separating the Loft section from the Main Room and doorway area. On the wall was a series of polished metal squares of various sizes but in the center were three in a row top to bottom.

I was just reaching for these when the doorbell rang and a loud voice said.

"Open up, This is the FBI we have a search warrant!"

"Got to go Henry, Don't worry, tell Douglas that everything is fine and just chill out." Douglas was the building's Doorman and He was rather fond of me, they both were.

"Be careful Sir", he said and hung up.

"Open Up, This is the FBI, We know you are in there!"

"Hold On Already!" I yell back, and under my breath say, "just as soon as I can flush these things. I grin at my own private joke, and I twist the top square a quarter turn to the right, then the next square below it a quarter turn to the left and the final one in the set 180 degrees to the right.

A bright flash from the Loft landing and behind the curtain across the whole edge of the loft, brightens the room around me and the smell of spring flowers flows down from up there and for a few brief seconds you can hear birds singing and what sounds like an ocean surf. It is all gone by the time I reach the front door, at least the smell remains.

"Okay I am going to open the door, stop pushing on it." I tell them because you could clearly see that they were pounding on it like I was about to shred all the evidence right then if they did not get in. I pushed a small button like spot on the side of the face of the door and several clickings and latches can be heard to move and a small but firm Clunk sounds. Then I turn the knob and open the door.

"About Time!" A slightly red faced man says, in the nice Blue FBI jacket made so famous on runways across the garment district.

"I was right in the middle of a phone conversation, if you don't mind. So what is this all about again?" I sweetly say.

He hands me a folded paper and Says, "Search Warrant, anything and everything and step aside." He says as he barges pass me.

I watch as a train of men and a few women come into the apartment, chuckling a little to myself. Most of them end up standing around looking at all the Open Space. I was living a very frugal like lifestyle here. Several had gone up the stairs to the Loft only stand around mumbling things to each other, and looking back down at me, oddly.

The FBI agent who had first handed me the Warrant, was coming back toward me with a nicely dressed lady in tow, and he seemed to be fuming a bit.

"Where is everything!?" He said in a louder than needed voice, that seemed to startle those around us a bit, as it echoed off the Living Rooms open walls.

"What you see is what you get." I said, waving my arms about me at what would otherwise have been a totally empty living room, besides the one Lone Chair, It had this as a nicely printed label on the back of a wire framed lawn chair, you'd see out by a pool. The hammock set just beyond the side wall that went into my kitchen area. The only other thing in the room was large round table, that was only knee high but over 4 feet across, and had a bare shelf under it. I really wanted to go stand up on the table and gloat at all the people in my apartment, but I knew there was one other thing that they would find.

"We want you to open the safe, please." The lady in tow came around him and said, stopping a few feet from me and then pointing to the room underneath the Loft.

"I am sorry I can't do that. If I do that it will just disappear and I really don't want that to happen. But before you all get fussy I would like to know why you are all here." I say, with a bit of a grin on my face. I start to open the warrant and dial my phone at the same time.

"Who are you calling?" The Lady intones, as if she wanted to stop me.

"Mr. George Brooks of Brooks, Dunn, and Farley, my lawyer, okay strike that my Lawyers. You can't stop me from getting legal help can you?" I say with just a hint of snide slurring.

"We still need you to open the Safe." She repeats.

"Hi Tracey, is Mr. Brooks available?" I ask Tracey the really nice looking Office Manager at my Lawyer's office, I had been trying to get her to go out on a date with me for some time now.

"Well they are all in a meeting, do you want me to go get him?" Such a sweet nice southern belle voice, though she'd never been south of Jersey.

" No just tell him when he gets done that there are police and FBI in my apartment.."

"What! I will go get him right now."

"No! Let them finish their meeting. I don't really want to bother them that much. I'd really like to ask you to go to dinner with me though." Catching her off guard like that was a bit sly of me, and with the FBI dude and His Lady friend glaring and gnashing their teeth right here in front of me. It was high time to lighten the mood some, or just make them fume more.

"If I let you pick any place you have always wanted to go, Will you say yes?" I say it in as charming a voice as I can.

Slightly breathless she says, "The Palermo, I have always wondered who all goes in there, and you can take me there."

I push a button on my phone.

"Where is your address so I can come and get you, we will take my Limo."

"I didn't know you had a Limo?"

"I do for special occasions, and this is a special occasion."

I can hear the smile almost, as she tells me her address.

"I will see you at Seven, I have to get back to these people in my hair, just have him call me when he gets out of the meeting. Bye Bye, Waves." I say, hit the button I pushed earlier again and hang up.

Lucky I had just finished my call because almost at the same second, there was a yell from the Safe Safe Room, under the loft.

"What happened to my notepad! I laid it on top of the safe and Now It Is Gone!" A FBI agent was yelling and looking around at the others in the room.

"Um, Don't put anything on top of the Safe! It'll disappear, I did warn you all about that.. Oh Sorry! I didn't get a chance to warn you all about that. Just don't put anything on top of the Safe, or else it will go Poofy. Besides that You can touch other parts of the Safe okay."

The apartment had literally come to a stand still and now almost everyone is looking at me like I am insane, except for the point that a notebook had apparently gone bye bye, in broad daylight, just after being put on my Safe, that They wanted me to open.

"Look," I told the Lady and the Dude, "You are the ones barging in here, you'll have to deal with it, I can not get his notebook back. It is gone. That is a Safe Safe Room. The Safe is Protected in that Room. Come in here and look." I walk around them and go through the archway that is open that leads into the room under the Loft.

The way the whole apartment is set up is that the bulk of the area is a vast open expanse all to the left of the front door. About half of the space is two stories tall and has tall windows, directly opposite of the door are views of Central Park. Windows along the other two story wall aren't as grand but not bad of shorter buildings, and distance sites. Facing the door the right half of the apartment is broken by the tall wall extending out from the door about sixteen feet. A space open to high ceiling and then a lower wall which the kitchen sits behind, on the living room side is the hammock and nothing else till you get out in the room where the "Lone Chair" and the round table are placed. In the area between the Loft and the Kitchen is a small table with four simple chairs around it, and further to other side of the apartment an open Laundry alcove with hookups for a washer and dryer, but there is none there, instead I have a pair of wine racks, filled with lots of bottles facing the room. The kitchen is U shaped facing the dinner table and the Loft and Safe Safe Room, and has no closed in feeling to it. The two bathrooms are both on the central wall side of the room one top, one bottom to the left of the compact stairs leading up. The archway to Safe Safe room is rather wide with no curtain on it and the big black Safe is in the center of the rectangular room looking across the table, through my kitchen at two side by side refrigerators. Which right now have men nosing around in them.

"Hey Dudes, Don't hold those doors open all day those are buckets of milk I am going to be making cheese out of if you don't make them spoil while looking at them. Go one, get a measuring cup and take a sample if you have to, but do close the doors! Okay!."

"Here is the Safe Safe Room," I intone in that lecture hall voice of some bored professor. "The Safe stands on a small wooden table you will notice that the legs of which have several layers of carpet under them but it is not pressed down, as the safe is light as a feather." I point to the legs, where indeed there is 7 layers of different colored rough cut carpet, in different arrangements under each of the 4 legs.

"The random pattern helps the room have a less orderly feel to the otherwise stark Black of the Safe to the White White walls, don't you think?" I say with the nasal voice of a high sounding art director. All the while looking at faces of people in the room, being nearly 14 feet by 30 feet it was large enough to hold several of them. Though it did seem crowded just now.

"Just open the Safe!" The Dude says in a rough commanding voice.

"Sorry I can't do that with you all in here, the Safe is Safe from forced entry, and will disappear if I even touch it." I say. Hoping that they force me to touch it, just to see the startled faces when the Safe disappears just like I am telling them it will.

The Lady touches his arm and says, "We will just let Mr. Jones bring his guys in and they will open it or remove it."

"Hold on one second here folks, That is my safe, you can't just take it, can you?" I start to laugh here and almost bend double laughing at my own private joke that they haven't a clue about just yet.

"Okay, you go ahead and tell Mr. Jones to bring his boys in and try to hack the Safe, but a Word of warning. Do not Put Anything on top of it, it will only disappear before your very eyes, and If you try to lift it, you will find that it weights more than it looks like it does, and I will be seeing about this once my Lawyer calls. I don't think I understand Who you folks think you are."

I wave at everyone in the room and go back out to kitchen where I left my bottle of wine, that I was opening before this all started.

The Dude follows me out of the Safe Safe Room, as the Lady takes out her phone to call someone. Then she looks at her phone, taps it, shakes it, turns and is about to say something. When I start laughing again.

"You can't make any phone calls from inside that room, come out here, It is a Safe Safe Room after all. It has a dampening field on it and you can't take pictures in there or use any other electronic gadget you have ever thought of in that room, not even an old style exposure camera will take a picture of the Safe. But you are welcome to try all that, but don't forget I did warn you about it, when they all do not work."

I grab my wine bottle and start to open it.

"You aren't going to drink this early in the day are you?" The Dude says, with that 'You are really a drunk aren't you voice.'

"I will have you know that This Day is longer than yours. What did you just get up about 3 hours ago, maybe 4? I haven't been to bed for over 48 hours, this is my evening, right before bed relaxation wine. But it looks like my day is just getting started again!" I sigh and open the bottle with a soft pop. On the counter is a clean jar that formally had Orange Marmalade in it and I pour the light rose colored wine into the jar.

He looks at me like I am insane and asks.

"Don't you have wine glasses? You're supposed to be the Richest man in the World, and you live in an empty apartment, and drink unlabeled wine out of a jelly jar?" His words have that scoffing tone to them, as If I really am just some hick that just pulled myself out of a wooden hut in the woods.

"I'll have you know that this Wine is older than New York, city or state, and I like wine out of a jelly jar, it has that feel you just can't get from a wine glass."

I take the bottle and my jar into the living room and set them on the table. I pull up the iron chair, tap the sign I have attached to the back of it with a smile on my face and place it so that I can look at them all milling about in the more filled parts of my home.

The Lady is on the phone to someone talking at once loudly then quite then looking about the empty place as if she'd found something totally strange. I could hear The Dude talking to someone in the Kitchen about getting samples of everything in the buckets in there, and taking pictures of everything. I still did not know what they really were after, but I suspected it was the Safe that most vexed them. After all someone high up had started this ball rolling.

I opened the Warrant to the section where it told about who and why they wanted to be searching my home.

"Sealed By Federal Judge Judy Ross" Was listed for both the Who and the Why spaces. Totally Odd, then again I couldn't remember ever having had a modern day Search Warrant issued to me. In the old days if they wanted a look at your stuff they brought pitchforks and torches and armed men to bash your doors down and just burn you at the stake. Though I had never gotten that awful close to being burned at the Stake, I had had more than once been hunted by raiding parties, not that they had gotten to far into taking me captive. Ah those were the days, when you had to take up swords and fight your way out of your castle. Fond memories indeed.

I opened my phone and hit one button.

"Yes Sir!" The voice said.

"Bring the Purple Limo to town, I have a date tonight. Just park out front, I'll be out when I can. Seems they want the Safe."

"Yes Sir" And the phone went dead.

Good help was hard to come by, I was glad mine had been with me for such a long time, and it didn't take centuries of being together to come to that conclusion, He'd been loyal from the day I met him on that high mountain castle's walls. Warding off yet another pitchfork welding raiding party.

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Okay that is all for now, but I will continue this later.

Thanks for the support and May the Peace of the Lord be with you all.
Charles.

Odd thoughts on a Tuesday, No wait it's Thursday

2011-02-08T07:06:00.000-08:00

Dear Readers,

The joke among my family and friends at least ones locally is that it is always Tuesday, unless of course on Tuesday, when it is Thursday. So there are only two days of the week, both beginning with T, and only one Thursday. It makes life much simpler, less confusing and saves time, at least for me, everyone else has to suffer, I never have a Monday, nor a Friday. So that explains the title to this post. Laughs. Not that you would ever agree with me and might want to throw me out of your car if we were talking about this as we(you) drove down the road. I find it funny and often laugh at it all.

People who know me, might find it funny that I even try to explain my humor to others, as they would tell you, that it's odd, never seeming to have a rhyme or a reason, and that if I am blue, or you are blue I can always seem to make one of us laugh about something, even if it takes me being totally silly and childish about something to get you or me there. But if you are blue, I'd wonder why you'd used spray paint on your hair first, then ask for a pulse check second.

Three story lines seem to be rolling about in my head, and if I write one, it'll get all serious and odd in here, but if I write the other ones, the walls might glow in the dark on the only Thursday of my week. Which would be bad, Tuesday would get jealous and they'd fight, for who knows how long, you know days of the week always trying to one up themselves on how bad they can make you feel. So here goes the "lights out" story.

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At least the dishes weren't piled up he thought, but then there was not much water to wash with either, only enough to drink, and a simple sponge bath. He was glad he'd gotten that LifeSaver water filter when he did. Opening cans and using a spoon to eat out of them cold was normal now, or rather it had always been okay, now it was a near on have to case. He could burn green wood, but he was letting it dry and age for winter and didn't want to waste wood just for hot food. The shivers started again and he sat down on the couch in the dark living room.

What had they said on that old mud game he used to play, that it couldn't happen like this. Well it didn't, really it didn't, but then again, something did go wrong, he just didn't really know what it was, as he couldn't get anywhere, or didn't want to hike to the next town or much further than the next few streets over. The nights were silent and dark the skies filled with stars, more than he'd seen in ages. Why was he here in the dark living room?

The age old questions, "Why am I here?", "Am I alone?" seemed cold and mute in the silence. He knew he was alone, and he knew why he was here.

The Light hit the window and seemed to startle him out of his dream and cold shivers ached his back as he was blinded for a second, or was it more. He couldn't move and when he looked around he knew why.

The straps held him tight and his head could only see a bit of the room, where was he?

A Man walked into view and then a Woman too. They both smiled, but said nothing.

He opened his mouth to say something but found he couldn't speak, so he blinked several times and stopped then slowly blinked one, pause, then two times.

They still looked at him with those frozen smiles and he began to worry.

The Man said in a nice English accented voice. "He is such a nice specimen, almost all the other humans are gone now. I hope we can find out where they went and what happened to them."

The Woman spoke but her voice was strange and reedy like a pine cone on concrete, but much worse, thin hardly any depth to it. "He is the cause, we found his notes. His book explains it all."

All he could think of was how he wanted to be alone again, all alone. So he closed his eyes again.

The primal whining of the alarm woke him up.

He rolled out of bed and looked around the large cabin of his spaceship and thought that was a horrible dream.

Outside the window of the ship there is a gleam of something, that he can't see, only you dear reader do, and in that gleam you see the shape of a man and a woman, looking in with odd smiles on their faces.

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Now Tuesday doesn't have to be jealous of Thursday, they will both shiver in the cold of an Arkansas winter's day.

Off to think happy thoughts about that new LifeSaver filter I want to buy before my trip into space next week.

Your brother in Christ,
Charles.

welcome to the new year 1.0

2011-01-24T08:35:00.000-08:00

Dear Readers,

And to that there are a lot more than I thought there were, as seeing the stat page, has listed a lot of people I hadn't had a clue that would be looking here, plus a few that I knew would be looking, plus I don't know what is up.

Time is slowed down in the winter, or is it speeded up so that you can't find your keys, your wallet, your whatever it is that just went missing the second you started to need it. I happened upon an online ad for an old online game that I used to play and forgot about a lot of things after that. I would name it, but if I do, someone is likely to go there and play it and well they might get lost too, or forget where they last saw their real world friends or something such as thus.

For those that are reading for the BioWebScape sections, bummer of winter months, the peas produced one single pea pod that I ate off the vine, the others that were produced died in a hard freeze. The water barrels have not been touched, the pipes didn't bust yet, though, if it got really cold for a longer period I'd take the pipe fittings off the one set. The rest of the plants are still there, onions, the Swiss Chard, the Rocket, the herbs. We plan on trimming and or chopping down several trees out back and one in front has to be gotten soon as there is serious rot inside. But other land changes aren't in the works yet. I want to get my hands into the seed catalogs that have come in the mail, but first want to pursue some of the local fair first, but if I don't start soon, it'll be to late again, so readers, don't make my mistakes. Laughs a bit, somewhere in there I can't seem to take my own advice.

For new readers who came here because of my talking to them on that game I mentioned, or because you got here else wise, greetings and pink elephants are real, just hiding under your keyboard, or in your closet. Or both, so be warned, strange things happen when you ask me a question, look me in my eye and try to startle me, or meet me on the street. Even I don't know what I might say or do, I leave that open for the time it doesn't take the electrons to fire between the points of thought and actions, some things seem to happen faster than humanly possible, or at least possible in the world we live in. Because they just do, being a Christian I figure I can guess where they come from so fast, those things that we can't explain, but some of you aren't Christians. That is okay, I love you anyway, as would Christ. As to my writing a book or publishing something or other things of that nature, check these pages, or ask me.

Again for those that are newer here, ceojr1963@yahoo.com or 1-501-551-1961 get to me, they might or might not me the fastest way to talk to me, face to face is best, but you'll have to wave a hanky in my face, or faint or something, my attention might be elsewhere, talking to some otherwise invisible creature in the room with us, or playing pool, or on that game, or whatever I am doing that you can't seem to get my attention from. If I am sleeping, what are you doing in my bedroom in the first place, oh yeah, you might live here, you might have gotten an invite, or you might be checking to see if I am alive still, hey what's going on out there, I haven't a clue. Though I like people to knock first.

I got the Get Fuzzy books I asked for, plus 33 other things that I did not expect, and 14 that I wish I could give back and 3 that fell from the sky. Laughs.

New friends have been exposed to my rapid fire wit, or lack of it, I can't tell what they think at times, I never hear back from them, or something like that, I'll go around with a collection plate soon, and ask for responses that way. Not to worry I won't spend it all on me, I might give my pet camel a few oats with it too.

Okay honestly I have had ten new story lines and maybe a dozen short stories rolling around in my head and even talked about them to people, but at this time I can't remember a one of them, or the ones I do remember, will stay the fluff of verbal stuff for a while longer. My mind gets a bit filled at times and I parse out the bits that I can to put into here, but a lot of it stays in my head for future work or sits in it's little box of chocolates and nibbles at them.

Sooner or later they will run out of chocolate and have to come out and play with the rest of us, so if you were looking for some story I told you about, the above contact ways are there for you to remind me I said I would say something about the guy sitting on your shoulder feeding the dragons chex mix.

But so that you don't feel slighted, I'll part with a tale of well, a tale, I don't even know what it will be till I start thinking about writing it in the next few seconds,...

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There once was a man named, umm, hhhm, he can't think of his name right now, the Bus just got here. Off he goes, down this road, to where again? He gets up, asks the bus driver, Baker street, not the one in the Doyle books. Odd the man thinks, What is on Baker street?

He sits back down and a cell phone rings.

In his pocket there is a ringing cell phone, he fumbles with it, almost not knowing what it is, but the big loud noise stops when he flips it open.

"Greetings, your new YOU has started. This note is to tell you the pleasures of what you will be open to, and dangers you might face in the coming lifetime. But before we get into that, Your name is..." Before the caller's voice could continue the phone went silent.

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A very short first chapter of a short story/novel about what me and a friend were talking about last night about cloning and my supposed title of the story, got this out of my head with my own opening lines of the bus ride and not knowing what to write about. Creative thought sometimes just goes with the flow of the times you are in, or the random springs of water out of your ears.

Cheers and may you experience the Peace of Christ.
Charles.

Dry Summer Wet Fall

2010-11-23T22:33:00.000-08:00

Five thousand things to do and not a whole day of sunshine to do them in, or is that not a whole day of darkness to stay inside and do them. Hummm, Am I becoming another hobbit, nope, to large for a hobbit, Hermit crabby maybe.

The days have grown shorter, and getting shorter still. I guess I really got frustrated when I could not buy and have sent to me, in my backwards state a bottle of wine. I could buy it, but had to store it at their place of business out on the west coast, because they said they could not ship it to Arkansas, yeah okay, but then they'd likely not be able to ship it to my brother's state either then, after all we are both southern states with dry counties in them. As if people don't drink in them or something. Or for that matter don't make beer and wine in their basements, out buildings or bathtubs! If the world ever goes into a tail spin, making beer and wine and other alcohols will be a new cottage industry again, not the least for the property that alcohol kills germs, but that you'd like to drown your sorrows in something besides teas.

I'd like to make up my Christmas wish List now.

Get Fuzzy books, the earliest that you can find.
Pearls Before Swine books, ditto.

A LifeSaver Water filter system, the personal bottle, and maybe later a Jerry Can size.

That last one would be on my list of must haves any day of the week, but I guess the only way I can afford to ask for it, if someone were to pool several people's worth of gift money to buy it. And seeing that my brother lost his job, their Christmas buying money has been cut short some.

The books are for the laughs, the water bottle is to add to my survival gear and to make it so that I can drink more of my rainwater. I sometimes collect the fresh stuff to drink, but once it sets any length of time it is just used as plant water mostly.

We had a light frost a week or so ago, and this week in a few days we are expected t0 get a harder frost, I hope that my Peas and Greens will survive it. I need to get some clothes pins so that I can throw clothe over the plants to protect them, or else I'll have to use strings to tie things down with.

What has surprised me is that the Peas have grown so tall, something in my head made me think they'd be shorter. Now when I plant them in the spring, I'll be sure to give them more head space. I'd like to grow more melons and squash plants, and more Armenian Cucumbers next year. I guess they don't like the harsh heat of summer, they did a lot better toward Sept. and early Oct. than they did in the summer. Oh and more roma tomatoes.

What with all the no rain days in summer, now I can't get the water into the rain barrels fast enough, mainly because I have to transfer by hand into all the white ones, as they aren't the ones collecting it off the roof line.

I figure with every 0.25 inch of rain the shed roof pour off of one side 20 gallons of water, so 1.25 inches of rain gives me two full rain barrels. I haven't figured up the amount from the house roof, but I know I could never collect it all. My collecting containers were always running over with a steady rain. Half those containers are doing other duty now as planters and table legs.

I don't think the fall/winter will be as dry as the summer was, and I won't need all the rain water I do have collected so far, but I don't want to just pour it out or anything, because nothing is written in stone about how wet or dry the spring planting time will be. That and I hate to waste anything, at least once I have collected it, but it is not my yard, and I have to convince other people of my ideas still.

I've really got to re-dig the Jerusalem Artichoke (Helianthus tuberosus) bed this winter so that the plants aren't all crowded like they were this season. But I am betting that the crop is thinner than last year, because of the lack of rain, I hardly watered them, and few of them flowered.

I'd also like to set aside an area for growing the Guadeloupe cucumber (Melothria pendula) It grows over most of this region, The southern US, but people hate it because of it's viney way of covering other plants or fence rows. I don't really know why I have them in the yard, but I do, and I have a liking to the crunchy taste. I have not gathered enough of them to make more than two small jars of pickles out of them. But I hope to keep them growing next year and even expanding their range in the yard. The young fruit are best, the seeds get tough rather fast. Picking them then putting them in cool water, so they don't dry out is also best. Eat them as soon as you can, no longer than 2 days after picking as they go bad faster than their name sake. I gather the only reason they are called cucumbers is the taste, but they do have leafs and flowers like their larger relatives, although there seems to be more than one species of them. The one I have listed, will get you pictures online that look like them, the USDA plant listings did not have a picture, but described them to a tee. Also mentioning that they are considered endangered in their native range, likely because of the weedy viney habits and people just stoning anything they don't like.

I did find a new source of info a guy on YouTube that has a bunch of videos called EatTheWeeds.
http://www.youtube.com/results?search_query=eattheweeds&search_type=

Part of the BioWebScape Design process is finding people that have information and linking them all together in one place, so that others can find them, but there also needs to be a lot more hard copy of information that they have in a book form offline so that people without computers can have it handy, or if there is ever a time when computers are no more, the book form of data storage can be utilized again, just piling all this knowledge into my head might not help anyone more than locally. I had always thought that we needed to teach more than we do the growing food at home process, and then I find out that there were folks doing that out there in the world already. I always seem to think of something then discover someone else has too and gone and published or made a movie about it. Nice to know that I am not alone in the thinking of thoughts, but boy does it bruise my big ego.

I guess I'll stop now, but I am in a writing mood, so I best go outside and get a shower. Laughs.

It stopped raining I think, something about the water was getting to cold and God decided to move the clouds elsewhere, you know how God can be at times, just when you think you are That Special Someone, He goes and shows you that you are just one of many, calm that ego down son.

Charles.

For those who wanted it.

2010-10-27T21:45:00.000-07:00

Several people wrote me, saying that I had to talk about what people felt in my stories that I have recently written. Maybe it is just that story writing is not the same as poem writing for me. There is a disconnect when I think of the story in my head, and when I write it down for someone to view it, the feelings that I had in my mind at the time have been lost to the ether.

I could write this.

The feelings of the flower's soft light hitting my eyes as I woke up were startling. I had a rush of emotion that I could not tell if it was pride at having fallen right here next to this slice of heaven, or fear that I had fallen in the first place. Why in the world was I lying here on the ground with my face inches from a flower in the first place. Then it hit me.

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You see I left you hanging, though I gave you a lot of emotional terms for you to use as you read the story. But it is first person, and I deal that way best in my writing, so I have a hard time at times getting into the head of someone else, even if they are in the same story as "My guy" is. Call it my own laziness if you will, or my own lack of willingness to stretch my stories beyond the juvenile, plain Jane bland high school fiction, As someone once told me in a comment line. But so that readers don't complain that I made them work at it themselves, I'll tell you a bit more about the fall guy above.

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This was a dream. I woke up with a bit of a rush after that thought and felt my aching big toe and the knee where the floor had so rudely impacted me last night. There I was up sitting in the only big comfy chair in the room and I was finally getting sleepy. Time to go to bed, I could not remember the last place in my latest story I had left off at, so I lumber up and remember to avoid the foot stool. Only to hit the printer cabinets wheel with my left big toe and down I go in the dark. I tried hard to not fall one way, but did hit pretty hard on my left knee and hand, bumping the stereo cabinet. Lucky for me I am only 9,000 pounds and it is heavier than I am. (Okay I am only about 300, but at times of falling you feel heavier when you think about your hurting knee). The large grandfather mantle clock which is over 120 years old, is rattling and the springs and chimes are ringing in it. Something else up there has fallen over and I am fearful of things falling on my head to add insult to injury. Here I am waiting for someone to have heard me and then I am hoping they don't because I did not want to wake anyone up.

My dad shows up, asking if I am alright. I tell him I don't think so, I can't tell if this is blood on my finger or not, that it wasn't did not hurt my feelings much. Then getting up was an issue. I am not easy to get up from the ground, my legs and knees and back were having issues with it. But I have had knee trouble for almost all my life, to much something or other as a kid I wager. I got up on my own, but now I was not in the least bit sleepy. But I went to bed anyway. Hours later I get this odd dream. Then hours later after that I write the above story. Which on the one hand looks just like my other fictional stories, but was in truth fact.

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There you go folks, feelings and fact all rolled up into a bit of fictional power playing, or rather non-fictional powered falling.

Several people did get a new fiction story in their emails, I'll post it later.

Hugs,
peace of the Lord
Charles.

Thought Puzzle

2010-10-22T03:11:00.000-07:00

In several stories over the years I have had people who were or became very rich, both money and otherwise, land, space ships, planets etc.

In today's world, the one we are living in right now. What would happen if someone were to come along and be able to buy up and control the big corporations?

I am talking someone who behind the scenes does so, buying stocks, bonds and land, in big enough amounts that soon his actions get noticed. How much would he have to buy up before people in the wall streets and power halls of the world take notice.

In several conversations I have had in the past we talked about this, but the issues of today has been making me think on my idea of a king of the world kind of figure, who rules with kindness rather than greed. Taking over corporations would be a first start, and what would be the issues to transpire of someone doing that.

It ties into the fact that when Jesus was on earth, he said he was not going to be the earthly king that the Jews wanted him to be, freeing them from roman rule and such. But what if a Christ like person were to show up and try to rule that way, what sort of issues would he have to struggle with himself and with others, especially those people who think they run things on earth today, or at least have the power and wealth to run things in a greedy and selfish manner.

Just thought I'd put that out there for people to think about and, you can leave comments, or email me at ceojr1963 at yahoo. com

Thanks,
Hugs and the Peace of the Lord to you.
Charles.

The business card of tomorrow.

2010-10-21T22:15:00.000-07:00

I was standing outside one of my investments, when an old friend showed up. I was surprised that he was working on a Sunday. But there he was, walking down the sidewalk plain as day.

"Tommy", I said.

He looked up and smiled.

"What you doing here man? I thought they banned you from all of downtown?"

"Yeah well it seems that I can go some places just not others. The police that know me, have not said a word about me being here, just not where you work, Or in the place next door to here. So I am just looking in on one of my investments, while also shooting some pool and getting a beer to drink." I indicated the business I was standing in front of, and the one two doors down where I was still trying to get together with the owners to buy it up and fix that little problem.

"So I heard that you have seen, or at least done business with Franklene and her coffee house."

"Yeah, I had to get coffee for my lawyer's and the accountant's offices they had ran out. I buy all their coffee supplies, seems only fair that I do something more for them than keep them in business." I laugh.

"Man, I got's to run, nice seeing you." He said as he was moving away from me.

"Hold up Tommy, I got a few things for you." Out of my pocket I took a folded hunk of money, on the outside was One's and on the inside were the Hundreds. I peeled off 12 of the C notes. Handed him 10 first.
"I was meaning to get with you the next time I had money, but then it'd have been about 50, since then I have gotten a bigger chunk of change, so here is the tip now, that I am richer. "

Then I handed him the last 2 hundreds. "These are for Franklene when you see her , tell her they are a tip I forgot to give her on my coffee order, she'll moan and complain, I goad her with giving her tips like this, she never did like it much."

Then I reach into my pocket again and pull out a new Business card, with my company logo on the front. In a nice background of blues and greens and a wash of seascapes around the edges, and nothing on back. I hold it up to him so he can read the front then, still with my fingers on the edges I turn it over to show him the blank backside.

"Here Joey, put your thumb down hard." He does so, with an odd look on his face.
"Recognize new owner." I say with a smile.
"Take your thumb off the card and then replace it again." And he does this with more of an odd look on his face.
"Confirm new owner." I say, and 3 seconds later the back of the card blinks sea green and then blue.
"There you go, the card is yours. Now take your thumb away. Anytime you want to see what is on the back you tap it twice with any finger and the first page will show up."

I have him do just that. After he taps the back of the card the first page with all my contact information appears. I tell him to swipe his finger and he'll get the second page.

"The card has about 100 pages of info and neat stuff about the company on it, but the second page tells you how to use the features of the card, if you want to close the card either just put it down and it will close on it's own in 5 seconds, or you can tap it 5 times. Neat huh?"

His eyes light up as he reads and starts playing with the features, Then he gasps when he hears music and talking, from the movie feature he just opened up.

"What in the world, is this thing, looks like one of the newest phones, but it is a business card and it is so light and geesh, how the hell did you do this?"

"State secret, sorry I can't tell you how I did it, But here let me show you another feature."

I take the card by the edges and then I try and touch the back of the card and the screen goes white again, nothing there, just the name and my logo on the front. I hold the card and get out my zippo and light it up. I try for a while to burn the card, after a bit longer than needed to have burned a paper card, or at least heated up a metal card, I stop. I touch the card in the burn zone.

"It is not even hot or has soot on it. Neat huh? I have lots of these I give out to people when I want to impress them. It always makes them listen to me a bit harder than they might have been at first. I am further along the business road than most people."

"How did you do this." He asks again.

"It's a kind of magic." I smile and just shake my head. "I told you all, I was richer than you thought I was, now I got the money to make my ideas happen. Wait till you read about the newest generation of the next big thing, you'll see my company logo on it. Then remember, it's me behind it, and in time the freedoms I have talked about will be real."

I give him a hug and then turn and walk away, back inside the pool hall, leaving him standing there.

"Call me." I say.

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The business card idea came to me in another storyline, but I wrote this bit, just a while ago, while thinking about an old friend and wanting to tell him about my BioWebScape Design project.

The card is closer than it was years ago, what with new materials and technologies that have cropped up recently, so look for one of these to show up soon, in the hands of someone you know, just around the corner, or on the flip side of the penny you pick up.

Hugs and the Lord's Peace to you all.
Charles.

The billionaire who came to dinner

2010-10-08T23:04:00.000-07:00

The diner was not a small place about 50 tables and they were placed in a pattern that made no sense when you looked at it from eye level. But when you got up on the second floor and looked down you saw a flower with a flower inside it and other neat patterns you just wanted to look at it all day. The second floor was treated about the same way but instead of just tables you had a very long buffet table with lots of room on both sides to walk and what looked like a feast sized gathering of extras along the walls where other dishes could be set out.

Joe came into the place at about 3 am, surprised that a restaurant would be open at this time of night and he was surprised to actually see people sitting at some of the tables. What struck him the most was that he knew some of these people. They were homeless just like he was, and they were eating as if they had money and they didn't he knew them well enough to know if they had had money they'd be out drinking it.

He just stood there for a time and was about to turn to leave, when a hostess came up to him with a friendly smile on her face and said.

" Where would you like to be seated, we have a lot of room tonight as you can see."

His mind was a bit flustered how could she even think he'd be able to pay the bill for a spread like this.

" Um, I can't afford food, I was just wondering if you had a bathroom I could use."

"No worries, the food is free, order whatever you like, and the bathroom is in the back right down the right hand wall." She said as she pointed that way.

"Free! You can't be serious?"

"Oh Yes! I am, the owner is a billionaire that loves people and food, and thought what a nice way to help others enjoy food but to feed them the feasts that only a billion dollars could buy. So yes, find a seat after you get out of the bathroom and see what you might want us to make for you this evening." She smiled and gave him a hug to push her point home and turned and left him standing there agape.

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I wrote the scenes of this story about 2 years ago, I just kept them in my composers place, my mind's eye and worked on bits of the story whenever I was reminded of this kind of thing. As I was telling my brother the other day, I have composed a lot of stories, months and months worth of books, but I have not gotten the time or energy to put them in print, but having seen something that reminded me of this I post this now. The scene above is just a taste of the storyline, but you get the picture for now.

Many of my stories are written from the point of view of a very ultra rich individual who is walking about the world helping people feel the Love of Christ in odd ways, and at times also stirring up a bit of angst amoung those that think they are rich, as the character is so rich, his wealth has not been counted recently. As a child I thought what it would be like to be a Trillionaire and then started this line of thinking in several stories of science fiction and general fiction like this one.

Money is not everything, this person I have patterned myself around, in that I could get by without money at all, living off the land in such a way as to be in a house and look like I had money, but everything was given to me in trade and or just plain given to me for services in return, no money needed.

Once I gave every bit of money I had away every day for over a year, I had income on a daily basis, but I'd end up buying a few things and giving the rest away, I still can't be trusted as my dad says to not give my money away to every tom, dick and sally, I meet in the world. People I know often ask me why I have this give it all away attitude. I answer it is not mine, God gave it to me to give away to those that I find that need it, I have usually tried to not give it away to people who would waste it on things that were bad for them, but I can't tell if they might not spend it on those bad things or not, as I have given it to people who were on the outside standup people, but I knew they had desires that money could buy and this was a free buck that could be used for it. I left that up to them, I just gave it away anyway. It used to drive one lady crazy that I gave her tips when she was the only one working in her shop, as she was the owner and did not need the money, but I'd say, I can't leave here with money in my pocket, sorry, you'll just have to take it.

I am richer than I look. I have the whole world out my front door, feeling that it's mine for the asking if I were to really think about it, I could have all of it that someone else did not own. Like the clouds and the sky and the breeze and bugs and birds and the butterflies, all mine.

May you have the peace of Christ.
Charles.

BioWebScape update and things

2010-10-05T19:18:00.000-07:00

Dear friends,

The weather is dry dry around here, going on three weeks without rain, maybe even four really. I have more than 100 gallons left of stored water, I know it is more but to guess how much would be only a guess. I am pulling from four different barrels that have water in them. Three 55 gallons, and a 30 ish gallon one. I still have the AC drip collector, but have not been running the AC unless it gets over 80 in the house and with nights getting down to the 40's that hasn't happened in a few days.

I was transplanting a dying Purslane plant I had in a leftover styrofoam container from the kitchen, when I noticed all the babies in the soil, the plant seeded and they are all over the place, I guess they sprouted when I last watered it. Today I saw it dry still and decided to just move it to a raised bed, now I am glad I did.

The onion sets that we planted in the spring that did not do so well and died off, seem to have weathered over the summer and some are now sprouting again. Also the onion likes cooler weather than we had this summer, so there is that, I guess I really need to do more reading up on the times things like to live. Once I knew, but time has gone under that bridge and learning again is what this is all about.

The basil self seeded, and I am either going to transplant them all to other areas, or just let them winter over in place and mulch them with leaves and then move them in the spring, or leave them where they are and plant around them. They are in the raised beds out back and not in the general population of the yard.

I have peas and greens growing in containers. The two 20 gallon tubs that I used for my potato experiment have Sugar Snap peas in them and some greens. I also have two clothes hampers that someone threw out because they were cracked in the bottoms, with bags in them and soil and one with mixed greens and the other with mixed greens and peas. I have the Old Grey Tote from the old M.M. Cohn stores that had holes drilled in it planted with some swiss chard. Almost all the greens are at that tiny nibble leaf size, just enough to taste and want more, and have to wait stage. The soil mix that I used seems to hold water well if I miss watering them for a day or so. The weather is cool at night so the evaporation is not so bad, but the clear dry days still pull the water vapor out.

The roma tomato is setting fruit again, which is cool, hopefully the freezes stay away for a while longer, it'd be cool to have some more tomatoes this late in the season. All the peppers have been stressed with the dryness but still have fruit and I am letting it getting bigger and maybe get ripe or just further along than I had earlier in the season.

I still have to find out about the acorns from across the street and the ones from one of our trees to see if they are lower in tannins enough to eat( still have to soak them and it'd be good in running water, which I don't have). The squrriels have so many things to eat around here they don't know what to do with themselves. Two nieghbors kill them, so the population has taken a dive in recent months, not something I can do about that one. I am not the killing of squrriels kind of person. Even though I eat meat, or ant eggs, they just aren't on my list. I don't see myself getting to the point where I have to eat them to survive, if they are around, then other edibles will be too.

I pray the water holds out till the rain comes back, but if not oh well, we will get there when we get there.

Hugs and the peace of the Lord be with you all.
Charles.

SaMe aim's to please you the sameold way twice as better

2010-09-04T23:02:00.000-07:00

Same's the games of sames, or oldies, and nudes, and ?

Same

Sam's yep the old card is mine again just drop 40 large

Large for moe?

40.00$

Damn, that is heavy dude.

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The penny on hte face of it is the same heads or tails, or have that been shachrages, schanged was well

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Yes Sir,
YES SIR
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Between hrere thant that and there and where the f do you think, come back here you littel white ball, rolling on the table.

Corner Stone Bar and Grill I do monday nights leaque para dox practice, with mike kent and the boys of flight 2016..... or hummmm names got to pick a good one for us.

FIRE angles

Fire Angels gather gather gather gartherer, yes sir meet me, greet me, beat meif you can, do the angels angles sire's of the scum of the earth.

Bleedingme dry and the fire alarms blow by my togue on fire, 3 stitches in time save 9 in the hole every time.

Or is that laid down this is 9 or 8 ball, hummmmms pocketrs which pocket are the fire brands

Which the smokes which the flame where is fire angel monday nights

YOu guessed it.

YOU just read it right did you not

LOL

Devilly yours,

Sanata you ar the rockstar cafe in time.

It's in the locks boxed, open the locks, click it or kit it ticket

Yours, in Christ's Name
Charles.

deads bells in hells heels

2010-09-04T02:02:00.001-07:00

Fire Angel's Facebook account post to my friends, friend me, I'll friend you, Fireangels Salsh angels agnles aglnes angles, the dsleyicas is bad to night, noo on a no smoke in house alert,

paren't said, no

Charles said

I won't smoke on the fire line property line.

what about out front at street end ,,,, bingo

off I go

eavery one thinks my mom is crazy wearing a set of layered coats in the middle of summer

I can walk in ice water whiile I fire my hands on fire

Who is Fire Angle Agnle Angle angel agnel

Who am I I ask you comment on facebook on here in the park in the malls, in the howling winds of times angles

Who is Charles Edward Owens Jr.

Charles E. Owens Jr. no third
just last of the line me, parents are still alive and keeping me safe

I is 2 I is two I is fireangel 2 and ()9 no they are my brother James.

I am fire angel six, or plain fire angel, Mac Daddy's party first friday after payday of the month party hosted by me.

Next time I'll bring 1,000 or was it 10 cents, darn these number don't make since, sence sense, facebook has 500 million online users.

Get gee get gte no I ahve A T & T

And codes and writings and things and money to burn through like fire on fire eating the smokers in cancers sticks, I carry mine in a coffin case, in my nuker pocket in my pool stick case, fot forgot my ZOTS ZOT I great me miss you gary hart BC is in is good hands grand kids, and sisters and wife etec etc

I love playing wire fire lines,

I am Fire Angel
I am Charles,
I am
Chrles
Chaos
me

your brother in Christ's light
Peace to the world this fire angels night, or is it day already in england???

2 hours till dawn local time.

my flaming hand itches,

left hand hols the fire bombers tirgger figner

right hand the zippo

Got to smoke a few more tonight

In th e lightof day not a chance I am going else where Iaam sure, going to hell it is home in hot is the house ugh, sticky I am on fire again, lol

I did stand up karoke steger,,, Turn the page, with 2 smokes and a mike on the stage again, turnthe page,

turn the page, refreash reafresh refresh your rate of refreshis 3 per for trhtthe eyes,

mines in one day at a time, twists in the wind of times curvy arrow

GooGle bucky balls

hell on fire, bring the dead burnt he dead, the living go to heaven if you don't think so, so be it, I do not care, I no worries,

I handle fire for

possile is possible is God is not there, you are dead and I am nin e

possible pi is 3.14 and changes for 459,908,983,245,229,000 times thin then repeats...

Do we know yet that number?

I do not care, my trigger fingers itch I need to fire angels up

Calling all fireangels, you know who you are,
Thisis a test test test testing

Police, 911

me,
here

you,
to
me
now.
go
sekk
seek

dragon riders, flieght night tommorrow park.

bye bye
Charles is out of th houseae

Who is fireangel Six 6 or hummmmm 60 cycles

2010-09-03T21:54:00.000-07:00

Who is fireangel
Charles
Me

I offer a party first friday of every month at a bar, Mac Daddy's

314 main street

I come in with some cash no friends and meet them there it I invited them in the door.

come one come all.

Charles

posts to long for Facebook and a talker

2010-09-03T04:28:00.000-07:00

Dear friends,

Beloow there is a post that was too long for facebook.

posted to my block instead.

hugs.

Charles,
The Peace that passes all understanding to you all my friends.

!4 2 1 odds plus wood U play agnst Me?

2010-09-03T04:27:00.000-07:00

"14 to one odds"+"would you play against me?"Those were the odds of a game of Risk, Dale Newton was going to attack Charles at those odds, figuring he could beat him.NOT!But going in I did not know the odds, never really cared, I just enjoyed the results of getting in the Zone.I call it a state of mind, where I expect nothing, only asking God to give me a sign.I'd get there while closing out the world around me and trying not to think of the things I was always hearing, being as poker face, stoic as possible. no worries, just let God have a chance to talk for once.You can't hear him in the thunder, you can't hear him in the lava flowing pass your past door ways, you can't hear him unless you close off yourself and say do and think nothing.I tired to expalin that to someone and he was to noisy, noisey, or was that my little child's breath in an adult body, screaming WHAY WHY blah blah ba ba ab ababababababa ME LORD?If you doubt me, stay silent for 6 months like a buddists monk or a catholic, or the rive that says, where to next lord!I just look and see, then look again the eyes plays tricks with light and shoadows, shadows, smokes and mirrors.Stay clam fear not the Lord is looking out for you from the day your were not to the day you meet him.Hugs from Arkansas.Your Brother in Christ's peace, Charles.

August is passing

2010-08-31T02:35:00.000-07:00

Dear death heads,

Dead is August just a few heartbeats left in the old girl.

Then the new year will roll out again,

Okay just a new month's full of sundays.

Then again I counted on that sunday and wasn't there.

Then I gave and gave and gave.

Then they took and took, and looked for more.

Then the day ran a bit late.

Then week without sleep held over for real time.

The last day of the month, then a new one, dead to the world.

Or rather awake and still kicking.

Laugh out loud.

Laughs out loud with a bell and a whistle.

The day is shorter than you think.

Sept the 14th is coming round the mountain too.

You ask what happened on the 14th.

I don't know, but someone was born, someone died and it is just another day.

Why do we trip our minds up that way.

Bug's Bunny?

Wile Coyote?

Where will it end, spin spin spin

Top to the world to you all.

Flip back at you folks.

Hugs

Charles.

What a difference a month makes

2010-07-10T03:38:00.000-07:00

Thirty 4 days makes a blog post month. The world is going to well, you know, just crushing along rther nicely nothing much to talk about but oil, guts and guns, the normal fair. Yes you will be seeing the changes in this post b cause the fact of the mat ter is that text type is the new s peak of the day. It is my old song and dance don't worry I have not gone over the deep end, I haven't been in a swimming pool in a while, but I have been bouldering this week and the exercises for that are intense to say the least.

I train with a stave as you all know from reading my posts. some of you all out there in la la land also know me as a crazy guy without merit, no standing in the sand pit and no rock throwing at the cars please. just pish and fish and wish the yish was going so so and not all at once mind you.

The world is in a pickle it seems, the doom and gloom has hit the front pages of the times of rome, and the athens morning news, and the Britian front lines are apart from mother rome, someone stole england they saw at the bathhouse and the arena they are just killing thos nasty faith up starts that new faith where there is no sport watching them die by the thousadns on their knees praying and not getting saved, shame on them no sport at all. Ah geesh,
Someone just told me that rome was doomed to get burned, sacked and turned to rumble. Those Kidders.

You all think you had it bad, there was a time on a little island where they were not running out of stones, just wood to move them out to the shoreline cliffs. Darn it Joey, don't turn the gas up that high you'll burn through the Meth to fast, Got to have a hit left for the Moai.

Yeah but finally those standing stones are not going to have to wait much longer. You see the world is not as often as it seems I would wager others have thought of this as fast as I have but 10 years is a long time to wait if you know ahead of time of an event, you want to be there when it gets here and not having been hit by a drunk and missed it.

The Moai are finally getting to see what they were put there for. The wait is over, July 11Th At local zenith Time Total E... The sun stops shining and they are in the dark. once in a lifetime they say, and it is for us and well they only get it too, but the Moai might get it twice in a row.

In 2324 the get to see the second coming of the total solar E. and none of us will be around to cathc it, Darn it the code keeps changing I am sure yo have noticed the odd lines of late. It is not often I get to type code and then code on top of it to those that hear and those that see, If you have ears let you hear, and if you have eye s let them let you see the truth of the matter.

I have a father who was a demo-crypto-sniper-chef-driver-titan-code-checker in the Army, Air Force, Life. He had many hats, and All of them took talents that had to be born in him, you can't do what he does and not have it written in hard code in his DNA and you can train for it, but that takes time, his was Click Pull, dead on the slap.

I grew up and only child, 7 and 4 days I get Charles' Bro James.
The Brother of Christ is James as well, that did not go over well at Godless-men-turned-godly-men-of-cloth-sewing-in-string-theory cirlces, but hey I can hang, on a tree for you just the same, been trying to pull my shoulder back into kink all night, doing just that. hagning in a tree, big fat me.

Budda belly I got, tho not 8ubba, I Sumo I stand my planting feet in mud and go why me to much rian stop now. I found a purslane patch yesterday, in the gutter left side facing out on my street, wow just the think to heal what ailed me, burning stomach, no just what ailed me was having too much fun, not enough air, and knowing just by the happenings that the heat was being filled in the giant bass gas filled ball loony in the sky. I have a change of herat when I can Howl.. haven't done it in a long long while, mentioned it to a guy and he said show me.

I just never wanted to do that there, okay I lie have been wanting to know it , if I could, but I am not going to get kicked off home turf for it, like last year, see posts in the past, you'll know whay a mean when I say THANK GOD I got good Angle Angels out there.

I showed him and his impression of me went up 500%,

Camron Here's back at ya dude, I know you was looking on her phone, Tender lady, bad with names, I know her face, got to go drop those internet tag lines in a special posts out in the land of the Webbbbbbbbing Spiders and I used to dislike spiders so much Ha ha ha ha funny God, i get the joke.

Off the the the to to to two twoo too the submarine blub lallkjlajlsadjajdlkj raves races.

Got tickets to get in the sub at the north little rock docks, the USS Arkansas it is,, ??? no clue, Lisa said I could fit in there, but at $8 a pop, glad that was free. Hes gave tickets thanks lisa, oha nd buy the way no more bumming smokes, It got me that you were going to give me butts and I had stopped that habit a long time ago, Thanks Byran, or was that thanks Son.

Angels come in all sizes and shapes and you can't know when the CockRoach on the floor is a sign to kill me please I want to die at the hands and feet of a human, or I am here to fear you and fear you so you faint. I can kill them with my feet and hands and I even thought I'd eat one just to taste its taste, but gave uup on that when I was tried of chasing him downt he street.

Darn things are fast, got be to faster than a speeding hot butt ember to remember fire kills most things. I am a pyro, well DUH dad was Fire in the hole BOMOMB I learned from the best, but then I got better at it

FireAngel 6 reporting for duty sir! Knock it off fireangel 6 dude you the man, you the head of the clan you that guy we go too to make the shat happen and when you not sing song tell talk tale to us we don't know your lingo then again we know you don't tell is us that all much.

Dear Editors you know who you are this is the first of many notes both public and private that you will have to learn to hunt down and find in the land of the living, and the dead and the net and the web of life.

BioWebScape readers, I have found purslane, you can send your letters and I will seend you free plants as soon as the off shoots start growing, see you on the lettuce patch news net.

To all.

May the Wind be blowing, you can find your direction from it.
May you have fire at hand, or know how to make it,
May you have all the gear from master gear head Kevin, Yo Dude, Got the plans in motion yet, back at you.
May you all know that in the end there is only one solution,
Are yeast smarter than mankind, or are yeast the bread of life in small forms
May you have peace in any way you find it.
May you have the light of the Sun shine on you
May you hear the soft whisper
May you have my Peace shared to you.

Hugs All,
Charles.

Poems from the edge of time and other thoughts

2010-06-06T00:29:00.000-07:00

Today I saw the back of someone, while walking into Target to pay my bill, odd how the mind works, I thought she was someone for a second, then I remembered, can't be her. Sighs. There are days when I miss her terribly. Yet not all our life was peaches and cream, I did love her, And I guess I loved her more than I had ever loved someone up to that point, and maybe ever since. But there was other issues that happened today. I got a little mad at my Mom talking bad about her, and I got a little upset that I treated her so badly during those rough times in our marriage. The end was when we realized we couldn't get back together, because she did not think she'd be able to live up to her end of marriage, and I had moved on and couldn't tell her, I was really aching to have her part of my life again. We had become the friends that we had lost, again on solid ground, I wanted to see her on my next visit to the area where she lived.

I got to see her again, but not talk to her. She lay in a bed with a breathing tube down her throat, and was not the woman I loved, but was the woman I loved. I knew I'd never see her again in this world. For this I am joyful that she suffers no more pain, which was a constant daily battle for her to get through each day, and it had gotten so bad she was losing all reality but pain.

Ode to a red head.

Wonder of green eyes that are almost black green.
Dark background of bed, head back and eyes wide open
Lips done up with lipstick wash, face smiling but not.
There you are in the camera's eye, taken by self it could read.

There the note is in my e.mail box, last note or is it first
Long ago I remember sounding board you'd be,
Of poems I'd write thee and your recipes back,
So I could fix you supper with the ingredients bought

Days long gone, memories just a wash of soft floss
I'd see you in heavens bright light and know you
I'd hug you and not cry, but joy Divine
I'd know it is all over and happy smiles flush

But that day is not here yet for me, and for you I know not
I wish I could reach out and touch you
But all I can is write you a poem again
Inspired by the last one I wrote you, 1247

Days the number from which I met you
Counted up from 5 Dec 2001
Poems to you on the day's count up
I have so many I know not where

All lost in the time we shared
Stored on data chips or hard copy paper
Yet each word we shared when the time was then
I miss you Trisha, Glad your home again, Home again

News and things from the edge of the world.

2010-06-02T04:20:00.000-07:00

A Few months ago I started my BioWebScape design shop with a small flare and a plans for action. Well now the back yard has 5 new plant beds with lots of plants in them. The tomatoes are up to over 5 feet tall, and the cages we had first put on them have now been extended, and supported with stakes into the wooden bed frames. We have set up frames for a few rows of climbing vines, Armenian cucumber and Yard long bean. I have companion planted Marigolds in among the tomatoes. There are Chives, Oregano, Sage, Basil, Thyme, Rosemary, Parsley plants growing for the herb garden bit. the song title, Parsley Sage Rosemary and Thyme ran through Dad's head and he wanted to make sure we had those for the sake of saying so. I finally ID'd the Winter Sorrel plant, it is Yellow Winter Sorrel, even though it is not like the Sorrel that people are used to eating that is the big leaf kind, it is an oxalis species, they seem to have mixed and matched the common names a bit in the days of old.

I have collected a few other plants of Yellow Winter Sorrel and gotten Dad to think about not mowing them down if he can help it. And I have transplanted another plant whose name escapes me right now, Dad knew of it right off hand, it has seed pods that have a slight pepper taste and was used as pepper in the old days. I seem to have stirred Dad's memories of gathering wild greens, for food when he grew up. As he was the one who taught me how to cook, having been a trained Chef before I was born, it goes a long way for my continual learning process. But as children grow up they teach their parents more and more things, as each person in the family can learn from another, no matter their ages.

I have started to try to learn more about the life of my Dad and Mom thinking that I can still learn from their history, and my own younger days, stories are important to learn from people, and it adds to your collective knowledge base to have heard them. My Dad has been given the gift of a knack for fixing things, he does not know when it started, but the way he was able to fix things from an early age, is evident in his stories about those times. I know first hand how his mind works. See a pile of anything and know 20 things that pile can become, including the thing it was originally. See a mess someone else made and be able to juggle it all into a working item to the amazement of the person who made the mess in the first place.

I can remember him getting my help to take apart things, and to sort out piles of bits and pieces of things, usually sorting through jungles of nuts, bolts, screws, washers, this and that and a few other things like space alien space ship parts and even a few pink tree tall seeds and things. His ability to look out the window and say, "Look the pink mushroom tree is growing again," and head off into a small trip down a rabbit hole of odd things that can't possibly be what is actually happening in the back yard. It is the off the wall comments the humorous runs down a mental path that leads into a land of wonder and light that is so amazing to listen to when I was a kid, and even now. As my brother and I have picked it up, Though my brother has a more logical twist to his off the wall world, me and dad can just play off one another in the odd fantasy world's that we create, flavored with each of ours point of view and knowledge base. It is something that my Mom can also do, but she likes to listen, as every mom should be, she is a good listener. My dad likes to tell her about his day, and has for as long as I have known them, told her just about everything that is on his mind, at least in the end. I have seen them go through their own troubles, but all in all they love to talk to each other.

That family spirit of togetherness is something that impressed mine and my brother's friends when we were growing up and even to this day. We had several of them want to join the family, with several of them stating that they wished their own families were like ours. Until I heard that from them, I thought every one's family was just like ours. It is odd when you look out into the real world and find out that your families togetherness nature and loving support no matter what happened and happy go lucky joy, is not the norm. I started to realize that I had a hold of something special. I have known for a while that the ability for me and my dad to work together was a special bond that not many other father and sons had, my brother and my Dad have their bond, and me and him have our own. I was first born, so I have been around him longer, and have worked with him a lot, at several of his for pay jobs. James my brother has a more planned detail mind, being an engineer like mental workings, from way back when. While I am more fluid jumbled spark of idea and flare of hot gases and fizzle of pink trees into the night sky kind of thinking, with a twist for the paradox of things. But each mind is different and each mind is the same, there is that subtle flavor of change and strangeness that makes life such a joy to behold.

We got a two barrel rain catchment system set up on the side of the big red shed. It should hold over 100 gallons when full. Dad is planning when we get enough money set aside and he can put fresh paint on the shed, another one for the other side. We have about 160 gallons of catchment off the eaves of the house, but still no guttering, which is a cost we can't afford right now.

Tuesday about noonish I noticed the air getting hot in here and the temp gauge was up to 82 and I knew something was up, I felt the vent and it was warm air. "Dad we have a problem," I intoned as I headed to the kitchen door and told him I thought the AC had quit. Sure enough the compressor was not working and Dad said he better go see Mr. Ellis. Mr. Ellis and his family, wife, two adult children and daughter's son had moved into the last vacant house on the block about 2.5 years ago. He had his own HACV company, and helped us right nicely.

It seems while we were not looking that the EPA had phased out R22 freon AC systems and forced the makers to build R410-a Pruon AC systems, better for the ozone hole. But that is an added cost to almost everyone out there now, the switch over to the new units means a lot of changes inside and out and it'll start biting home repairs and older R22 units when they need to be fixed. The cost is double to begin with, and the cost of changing the inside coils even more in labor and time. Well Mr Ellis was telling us that it was good that it had happened now instead of later, because the R22 units were about all gone. He called around and found 2 left, in all of central Arkansas, when he got there, they had one left. We have the last R22 unit from the warehouse shelves period. At least in our area, there might be a few left in other places, but not for long. We all said that God works in mysterious ways. I had just the other day made a comment to myself that I needed to get to know Mr. Ellis better. And now I do.

I have made connections with several people concerning my BioWebScape design project, and have a few more people wanting help. I am trying to connect to fellow gardeners and reading their own writings about their gardens and issues where they live. I have a friend Kevin Pride who wants me to help him design this neat shaped house he came up with in a phone conversation yesterday, water catchment is all part of the design. I can't take credit for it, it was amazing to see how fast his mind worked to a new concept.

It has finally gone mainstream, the End of the World prepare for it movement, Costco is now selling at least via their website Up to one year supplies of emergency food systems. Some at low costs compared to other systems. As well as mix and match add on packs, like tropical fruit, and regular fruit, and real meats, and grains. Some freeze dried and others dehydrated. If I can swing it I want to try the tropical fruit blend, 6 #10 cans( they hold 128 ounces of volume/231 cubic inches of space/ a gallon) of contents. I have been trying to figure out how much a serving size of freeze dried fruit is, and what it feels like to have in your hand, and how much volume wise it is. I used to have access to the old per-gulf war I, MREs and they had in them freeze dried pears, peaches, and fruit cocktail. The squares were about half an inch thick, and 3 to 4 by the same square. They got soft and chewy fast if exposed to the air for very long. So if you have freeze dried foods, you have to be careful to maintain dryness or else you will have spongy foods that could start to spoil faster. It is one of the things that I worry about buying a big #10 can, and having to remember to put the lid back on for months while you try to eat everything in there.

That in mind I also came across a company called Wise that had their system set up in 5 gallon buckets, and the meals were in 4 serving packs, inside the bucket. But again you might be only one person, so how much do you make up and how do you keep the rest from going bad, and will you be forced to eat all that kind before you can vary the diet.

My Dad was telling about his time in Vietnam working with a Forward Air Control unit, He was the Radio Guy, Each radio had codes built in and though you could not repair them yourself, you had to maintain them and their power generation units. One of things that happened was that he started fixing the C rations into better meals, and soon was cooking for the whole camp, and he was telling me how he was able to get Tomatoes and Lettuce and Rice and Beef all for free. It is a long process and I can't remember all of it right now, maybe I'll get him to write it down for me so he can tell you in his own words. But it was his skill at being a chef that allowed him to become the unit's cook, there were Pilots that would land in time for dinner, knowing where the food was better. Lots of neat war time stories, that were a part of building my father into a better person. he said that he was not scared much when he was there, but when he left, he found out him and his unit had been living with a price tag on their heads. Which could scare anyone.

It is summer time in Arkansas and my stored water is about 3 days left of watering. I'll have to use city water after then, unless it rains here. We get some afternoon heating showers, but not nearly enough. I'll have to work on better management of the water collection, and maybe get some use issues under control. Like more use of waste water from the sinks to use in the yard. In this house that means using buckets. In designs it means, piping to the places of grey water for other uses. Got to work with what you got, but you can always change things as you see them, God will handle the things you can't handle if you ask him.

So now the family is up two or three new members, the local help network group that I am involved with, people with needs, that can help you here and you can help them there. It is something that was almost the norm a long time ago, it seems but somewhere along the way the ties that bound people together got pulled apart, and now we have to rejoin them. That is an on going work, not easy to get some people to trust you at face value, and when you make new connections, it brings a smile to someones face.

Hugs to everyone,
Your brother in Christ,
Charles.

The simple bread

2010-02-18T08:10:00.000-08:00

Late in 2006 I got back into shortbread making, I had been away from it for a while and thought that I could share my cookies with people. Most cooks like to get that special smile from people when those tasters sample something the cook had made. Be it a pat on the back, or high praise in the annuals of National Food Critic (wherever that would be in the real world). But I never got more than some high praise from a few friends and everyone else, just seemed sort of blah about shortbread.

Then I got back into my first love, bread making. I experiment a lot, the basics are flour and water. If you add yeast you get bubbles, if you add sugar you get more bubbles, if you add oil you get more flavors, if you add anything else it is a Boom of flavors. The kinds of bread are only limited to the numbers of hours in your lifetime that you have to make them. But that does not limit the numbers of breads that are possible. I don't think anyone but GOD knows the limits to them.

I got into experimenting with Olive Oil as the oil in my breads in 2008, perfecting several recipes. When I say perfecting them I only mean that I can actually recreate them again, which takes making the time to make detailed notes on what you put in the mix. I usually just start throwing things together and if they work, and I like the outcome, I go back and try to remember how I made it. Sometimes I have to nix this, and add that, or slow down here, or speed up there to make the recipe work better, the second, third or fourth time I engage in making it. But I have found that the five things I need to start with, are the best ones so far. I am sure someone else would want to add things to the recipes I have made, and I might not be the first person to have made them, I don't know, I only have one bread book cookbook and I have not read it in over a decade. Once you know the basics everything else is fun.

I have it here somewhere, the one with Olive oil in it. Flour water yeast olive oil sugar. simple.

This year I am trying something new, Flour water yeast cocoa butter sugar. The first one was not as great because I was looking for a pourable dough and that seems to need a few more tests. But this morning's second try seems to have worked out exactly. I'll post the recipe only when I know it works correctly, It is still rising.

Share the things you see here, If I post a recipe, I don't care if you credit me or not. Heh, If I really had to claim anything, this posting medium would be claim enough.

But I don't want to limit things, If I share it with you, use it and even patent it if you like, I don't care, sharing is better.

Yours in Christ,
Charles.

The BioWebScape Ideals

2010-02-17T21:27:00.000-08:00

There has been a movement for decades toward sustainable food production, It goes by many names, Edible Landscape, Permaculture, Forest Gardening, and I am sure some I have not heard about.

I would like to add this over all concept to the pile.

BioWebScape

Biodeversity and web design and Landscapes/ waterscapes all rolled into one cultural changing concept.

We have a vast system that is not controlled by any one country, or any one person, or company It is known to us all as the Internet. It is a combination of many things all tied together with a set of rules and protocals that insure that it is open and flowing.

We have a world that we live on that is so biodeverse that I doubt any one person knows all the plants and animals that live in and on it. This system is also called the Web of life. The interconnected whole has so many layers and nodes that when we pull on one thread others flow with it. Biology is the understanding of these systems for growing things.

Landscape Architecture teaches you design with natural systems, but it has a tendency to build in neat rows and containers and a man made structure. But we also have Dreamscapes to discribe those times when we dream and the flow of time stops and we see things not as they are but as they could be.

Hence the new term BioWebScape A combination of all those things that make up our world as we know it today, plus hope and dreams for the future.

I hope that over the next decade we can harness the Internet's ability to connect people from all over the world, their ability to store vast amounts of data, and their ability to dream for a better future. We see the writing on the wall, there is danger ahead, why not start doing something now to prevent being harmed by it. If we do nothing we will regret it in the future.

As a child I always had this dream of living in an earth shelter home, that was in the middle of a garden, when you walked into the area where the home was, no one could find the front door. After you were shown where it was, and went inside you were amazed at the light streaming into it from outside. If you were outside again, you would have to almost be guided again to find the windows and the other features that were part of it.

I had many drawings and filled my head with dreams of living within this home until I was very old and grey.

That is one dream that I would like to see others sharing in, a place where their homes and foods are all grown into a living system.

I also envison going into space, but we first have to be able to live here on earth in harmony. When we can stop our fighting and start our living then space and all that is out there beyond this single planet would be open to us, and we won't just be looking up at the stars and dreaming What IF?

Yours in Christ,
Charles.

Well it is official

2010-02-08T10:39:00.000-08:00

There is about 3 inches of snow on the ground and it is still coming down at least for the time being.

And just to remind people I did walk outside barefoot in it, both last night when it was first happening and just a few minutes ago when the snow flakes were rather large as they fell.

It is nice to finally have snow back in the area in the winter time.

Hope you all are safe where you are.
Charles.

Lasix and six am.

2010-01-24T05:26:00.000-08:00

Dear friends,

Due to medical issues I at times need to take Lasix to get rid of water weight, But one should remember to not take it and plan on going back to bed. I must weight 5 pounds lighter now, and by the end of the day 10 pounds maybe. My legs will thank me.

Recently I have been writing a lot more than I have in the past while, but none of that writing has made it to this page, so if you are readers and have been wondering if I had died or something, No, I just have not taken the time to post here.

Then again, no one comments, so maybe I am just writing in a nice online journal that I'll be able to show someone someday and prove to them that I did do what I said I did, just no one noticed it. Oh, that sounds like I need a hug, Pity poor little me. Really I don't care much that I might just be talking out loud to myself in a crowded room where others can look at me and wonder if I am crazy or not.

I am crazy. See there, your problems are solved. Stay away from me, give me the cold shoulder, Please I like cold things to lean on.

I got to walk in snow again this winter, it snowed about a smidgen and by the time I got outside, I had to go into the shaded areas to get to the snow. But I walked in snow barefoot another year.

Then yesterday I saw the edge of a video screen showing someone making a snow angel and thought about my other favorite thing to do when there is enough snow. Taking my shirt off and making a snow angel in a pillow of cold fluff. Aw what a great way to jar one out of the winter hum drums. By the way I love cold showers too, so you now know I am crazy just by these three events that I like to do, besides anything else I might prove myself to you by.

Hands everyone a Hot mug of their favorite drink, just to warm them up after reading that last paragraph.

I have noticed an increase lately of people who post online of being less civil than they used to be in the past back when they were first getting to know the Internet say 25 years ago. Now you can't even get away with calling yourself a Christian without people jumping to the front to push your statements to the ground and rough you up. There is also a big push to be totally correct in spelling and grammar usage, as if most people have not been trashing the English language all these years online. Civil discourse has taken the back seat, something I wonder about and hope does not go to far.

On a positive note, Soon we will have our very own bathroom break again. Lasix works wonders, soon I'll be another pound lighter.

Your Brother in Christ,
The Peace of the Lord be with you,
Charles.

The dreams of future present in a past prologue

2010-01-03T05:26:00.000-08:00

Ever have one of those dreams, where everything that you did in the past few hours before going to sleep is translated into a dreamworld setting, and then you get the feeling that someone was trying to tell you something?

I just had one of those dreams.

I sleep a very odd schedule nothing is the same week to week, I'd make most people feel jet lagged and rag rug beaten if they lived my life. I was up for over 36 hours, not because I had too, just because I had to not sleep in a chair, but I could have gone to bed if I had not been interested in reading something. Only if I had gone to bed 5 minutes sooner I would have had to sleep on a couch that was to short for me, which I was still wanting to do but was putting it off a few more minutes while reading and posting to one of my forums. Then bang people show up and things have changed, so I stay up a little longer only to have the tables turned and my couch is taken by one of them. Then it was stay up and talk to folks that I won't see again for a while versus going to rest on an air bed that is equally uncomfortable in a chilly part of the house. So there I was doffing on my 4th 24 ounce cup of truckstop coffee while riding home, sitting in the back of a van stuck in traffic backed up for 4 miles because of an accident with my bladder filling and getting full second by long second. When the traffic cleared, we could have stopped or gone straight home in about 20 minutes, so why not just plan for a rush to the door to bathroom and empty out the bladder instead of stopping. Ah then, Now I am home I can't sleep just yet so I am up another few hours. Crash! Something like 36 hours up or so and jet lagged via ride home in a warm van.

So my dream which relates to my thinking minutes before actually going to bed is so wonderful I would be doing it ill just trying to tell you what it was like having seen it first hand. Reminds me of several things.

We saw this wonderful Sunset while driving on I-40 heading out of Memphis towards Little Rock, I can't do it justice by telling you how wonderful and long lasting it was, So I will just tell you that It WAS AWESOME, and leave it at that.

Then there was the 3-D version of AvAtAr ( the A's in the title have this design feel to them that stand out, but they won't look that way in this post unless in Cap's and still won't look right in the final outcome, but arghhh! you get the point again.). I could tell you what I saw but I can't do it justice, I could tell you the age old storyline and might be able to give you a good picture of the old story, but if you have seen it, you know it, and if you haven't seen it, you have heard it over and over again already, or don't want to know the ending, so why bother letting me tarnish it by hashing over it again as well.

So will I trash it like the critics who have been posting online for their own 15 seconds of fame on the many Movie review sites, Or will I praise it as the best retelling of the age old boy meets girl and the bad guy tries to kill him story? No. I'll say that It was a nice little story with visual sights I can't put into words because it was like that dream I had, or the sunset I saw, except you can go see it yourself, unlike the dream and the sunset which you just had to be there to have seen. Luckily my Parents whom I was riding with yesterday saw the Sunset as well so that was shared. And the dream was for my eyes only, but I kinda wished I could have downloaded it so that you could have seen it as well, but you'd never have been able to enjoy it like I did having been involved with it first hand from last thought to last image to wakefulness.

Avatar is like a dream the author had one day and was able to layer it out into a vision that he could share. You'll like it or not, he can't change your opinion much by saying anything about it, all he can do really is stand back and let you see it.

Did you take time out of your day to watch a sunset? Did you sit and watch birds eating and flying about? Have you listened to the newest song while having your eyes closed trying to picture yourself in the same room as the people playing it? Did you pray today? Did you just sit still and not worry about anything, just letting the cold crisp air chill you to the bone? I don't know, but if you have done these or 10,000 other simple things in the past 500 years, do you feel any better for it? Again I don't know. That is up to you to answer.

I enjoyed thinking fast and typing hard to get these thoughts to you, if you enjoyed the ramble, great, if you didn't enjoy the ramble, better luck next time.

God Bless You, and May you have the Peace of the Lord.
Charles.

Dreams and Christmas

2009-12-22T15:56:00.001-08:00

Ever have one of those dreams that you wish you could go back into and hurt for more clues and experience more of it? When I stay up a while, over 20 hours, then finally sleep deep I have them a lot more than I don't. I just woke up from one about 20 minutes ago.

There I was talking about some books a female had given me for my birthday, a set that went with another set by the same author. I knew the female, she was the sister of someone I wanted to get to know better, or maybe a friend of hers. All the people in the dream were their because it was my birthday. There was even someone there that I know in the real world, but as far as I can tell only one such person. We had modern devices, but my cell phone had been taken by someone that we could not get a hold of even with my new cell phone which looked almost like a toothbrush, and was still in its plastic case. I was playing some game with 3 other people when another person came in the room telling us if we wanted to go to dinner we had better go. The dream ended about the same time or just a little before my house phone rang.

The house phone is a land line, it was my dad's sister looking for news about my mom's sister who had a doctor's appointment today. Last Friday she fell and fractured her right shoulder and dislocated it as well, my parents have been taking her places.

Now you know how disjointed my days can get. I stay up at night on the computer, and sleep a lot during the day, though even then I might also stay up doing things. I love the kind of peaceful dreams like the kind I woke up from today, but I can't figure them out. I just had a recent birthday, Dec 16th, last Wednesday, but I only thought of it once today while reading a blog post by someone else. And the people in my dream besides for at most 2 people I have never seen before. I have a photographic memory for faces, these people whose names I don't know seem like I have seen them before, but only vaguely Like I should know them and didn't. The time of place was set in this year or at most the next because of a thought I had when talking about something to the female of interest of the dream. I was thinking about someone in my past and how old they would be, and was thinking 19 or 20, 19 is this year and 20 is next year. The lady in the dream knew about things in my life, and was talking to me about them. This was right before we had all decided to go out to dinner. I remember upon waking up that the last thing mentioned in the dream was where we were going and as I woke I thought let's do a chinese buffet.

If I could would I go back to the place the dream was in and live there, I think I would, even though it feels so different than where I am now. It does not seem like it was a picture of the future though. It is strange how the mind unloads itself during our times asleep. I most often have peaceful dreams.

I might post again before Christmas, but If I don't Merry Christmas one and all, may the Peace of the Lord be with you.

Charles.

Thanksgivings that have been answered

2009-11-26T12:21:00.000-08:00

When life tends to get you down you forget that things could be worse off for others, than they are for you. I was bemoaning my bad times, until I called a few friends only to find out that their Thanksgiving feasts were going to be for Sheri nothing, and for Barbara a peanut butter and jelly sandwich. Here I was unable to go and give them something different, I wanted to help them but could only pray for them and go on.

Sheri's landlord invited her over for dinner. Barbara's neighbor brought over a Turkey and all the fixings and a pan to cook it in. Neither of them knew about the surprises they were to received until the seconds after being dumbfounded by heaven sent help.

At times like this I am thanking the Lord for faith strengthening when I least expect it. Remember to not forget to pray for others or yourself especially when your mood swings down the incline, when things seem hopeless the most.

Here is a set of leafy pictures that brightened my day.

http://niemann.blogs.nytimes.com/2009/11/17/bio-diversity/

The Peace of The Lord be with you all.
Charles.

Where are we at, and When are we living?

2009-11-09T09:15:00.000-08:00

For many months I have been elsewhere doing other things and not writing and putting a lot of my thoughts down on paper. Like other things if you don't use them they can seem to fade away into dust, writing is like riding a bike or swimming, once you learn how it will be with for life. I have been writing. Just not writing stories and poems, mostly on discussion boards or comment sections of other people's writings. I realized though that I was getting into a frame of mind where my thoughts were being translated into sound bite sized utterings. I can't really enjoy that method of writing for long, maybe others can, but not me.

Do we live in a sound bite world? Where book reading was going by the wayside because our attention spans were shortening? Maybe I have not spent enough time in a Library lately, last time I went into one of them places was about 5 months ago, and a book store over 9 months ago. Sometime early this year my brother bought his wife a Kindle. It was cute, they have a lot of electronic gadgets so it was just another toy for them in my eyes. But she is a reader, and has several thousand books all over the place, almost seemingly to run out of space for them all. If she uses it, she will save on space that is one thing for sure. But looking around out on the space lanes of the internet I still see a dumbing down, more and more people using the Lingo of the age where we can shorten what we say in text to what our ears hear, "u" and "r" being used for you and are, "plz" for please, "lol" for laugh out loud (more of an emotional shorthand). Some of these have been with us longer than others, anyone who's been online for all these years knows the reason's behind the shorthand. But it still bothers me when I also find it in the written words on paper. English becoming slang, Complex thoughts becoming brittle until they crumble at the near edges of dust at 140 spaces long. I hope I am not seeing the future coming up to meet me.

Another thought crossing my mind is how are Christians dealing with the changing times. If you are a Christian you know that in the general public of Online Forums you will get balsted (Flamed) for admitting that you are one. Oh there are Christian friendly sites out there, but if they are open to the public how many times have you seen those posts by people calling you names for being one. Civil discourse is on rocky ground in the online world. We were warned by Christ to expect that in the days ahead. Attacks on Christ and on his followers are not limited in the world we find ourselves. But remember He is Here, Alive and well, just a Prayer away.

Christ be with you.

Cool Weather and Kitchen Refits

2009-09-30T10:29:00.000-07:00

After a summer of hot days it is nice to see the nights going to the cool side, but it does make laying tile in your kitchen a bit of a problem. We did not move the fresh tiles inside last night and they were brittle this morning being so cold. The oil based kind of tiles, them being cheaper and more managable than stone or ceramics.

It has been a bad year for the Black Walnut production, only about 3 nuts on the whole tree, But the pecan in the front yard has over a dozen nuts on it, which bodes well for the future. It is just starting to get into its fruiting years.

One of these days I might get around to telling you how the Squirrels From Space story went.

Another day Another somthing or other

2009-08-29T21:38:00.000-07:00

Cell Phones are great, they are also Useless. If I have it in my pocket someone can call me and chat, if it is on the night stand, they can still call me but they only chat for about a minute to my voicemail. Then after about 20 calls they get irate and want to hit me for not being there for them. Oh but you say they will save your butt if you are out somewhere and need to call for help, only if you charged it in the last little while, or you have not drowned it, or dropped it. Oh and by the way, getting one on a cheap plan works only if you don't keep it past those few months of the cheap plan's pricing, then the cost goes up. But you say you only buy minutes, well what if you use them all up talking to telemarketers then when you need them you have to go buy more minutes.

Okay enough "I hate the limitations of cell phones", maybe this is all from my calling my 3rd x-wife today and getting nothing but her voicemail all day. Maybe it is because I can't stand walking down the sidewalk thinking someone is talking to me, only to realize they are having a conversation with themselves it seems, nothing but bags in their hands, oh and that funky ear thingy.

They are great when you need a handy Calculator. Or a night light in a dark room. Or a paperwieght in a heavy wind.

I don't text on them, I also don't text/chat online. I don't have a MySpace, Facebook, or Twitter page. I do have a Blog, "Looks around notices the odd posts around me and shudders a bit" . What is to happen when half our power goes out in the next icestorm this winter?

Though I don't have cable, or watch TV in the traditional sense, I do watch DVD's and Videos, and go to Hulu and watch old shows, or some that Sci-Fi (sic SyFy) has on there, also some PBS shows and even a few current runs on other channels. I do listen to radio online, I do post to forums on several different sites. Hey I even read books from time to time. How many people do that anymore?

Well enough of my babbling for now, go read something more interesting over on Twitter, I am sure you want to know what your next door neighbor had for breakfast yesterday when he got up at 3 am.

Charles E. Owens Jr.

Long time no see

2009-08-27T13:36:00.000-07:00

I would be sending this to everyone on my E.Mail list, but for the fact that some of those folks are no longer with us down here in the swamp of Earth.

Trisha we all miss you, even though you never read my posts here, anyone that knew you would miss you.

Yesterday was a month after you went to be with our Lord. But I am sure you were there even sooner than that.

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Sooner or later I'll be back posting again.

Power of the spoken

2008-09-24T22:42:00.000-07:00

Katie was sitting there drink on the bar I got mine too, and sat there wondering out loud if Charlie the bartender worked out. Katie thought he could pound me if he wanted too, which is about true but neither here nor there. But that got me thinking just about 20 minutes into my woken up head game conversation with myself this early morning. I am about 303.6 pounds and stand about 6'-0" there abouts and really weight 285, but I have water weight due to standing up to long these last 8 days or so. If I were to lay down in a depressed slump, Or be needing better than 4 hours sleep a day, or if I were taking everything into consideration and just laying flat on my back 20 hours a day I would get fine a whole lot faster.

My Doctor yesterday at 11 am or there abouts seeing as I got in yesterday after calling in yesterday morning hoping for next week, or today. I must be red flagged, I entertained the idea of asking him but did not. I went there with a whole mess load of things I wanted for him to cover, but after talking in 3 phone conversations to my Pastor, Pastor Larry of Trinity Lutheran Church, H and Olive streets Park Hill in North Little Rock, has been a patient of Brad's for a while longer than me it seems. Small world, I handed my phone toward Brad and he said hi.

I have on me about 18 to 22 pounds of water weight and Monday night I had over and above that another 22 to 25 pounds of water weight on me. I know I O.D.'d on Lasix to get the weight off fast as I was unable to move my legs pretty much. Not for the faint of heart.

Charlie said he did not work out if he could help it. Then he comes carrying in the cylinders of beer like they are paper toys, I think he even carries the heavy Bud Light one that way. Daily grind can work your muscles a lot more than almost anything else even the workouts.

I can lever to my shoulder 180 pounds and then carry it along. After Tuesday's bit of getting kicked out of a place I leveraged with arm muscles only that stone block and sat it up like a stone henge to the world. Yesterday I showed Big D. that I could carry the full little ones with my right flip-off finger. Then a little later that I could lift it with my 2 pinkie finger, at least for someone to see, not far, but enough to make an impression.

I don't have a picture up on my profile because I have nothing current of myself to my satisfaction and to boot the length of my Hair on my last profile picture is far shorten than it could be if ....But far longer than it is now, an 8 inch pony tail visa via a 24 inch one.

I am bushed again more later
Your Brother In Christ,
Charles

Couch potatoes rise up to revolution

2008-09-24T18:56:00.000-07:00

Dear Readers,

Again I am amazed at how fast the forces of darkness can move to hinder people but then again I am also sure my own actions are going to be called into question along the way. While talking to a friend who works somewhere I was basically thrown out with a do not come back or else warning and my friend who's minutes are limited on his cell phone said he'd call me.

I am still the active about howling person that I am, on the way somewhere this afternoon I heard a howl so I howled back. Slow 3 minute count and I got at least 2 more returning howls and returned mine at full pumped to the max volume with my head turned this way and that waiting to hear where the echos rocketed the sounds to. A little bit later or before I talked to a car load of people while waiting at a traffic light. They seem to be the ones that passed me the other night telling me and the whole world that I am that crazy dude.

Laughter ensued from me and I thought that now I rock the Vote I have a following that might or might not know my name. But I have either enemies ,or friends, or people that do not know what to make of me, or people that have never met me, So there you have it a done deal I am trying very hard to keep the friends I have and make as many new ones as possible and any howling fans I can get is bonus.

Danielle if that is how you spell your name, you and I were talking to Daniel the Dog walker Monday night. I like your reddish blond Bryant accented and fun filled attitude, thanks for letting me call you Angel but more importantly thanks for letting me not get my way and getting your name instead. Now I got to ask, why did you not just let me call you angel?

John here is wishing you have better luck while at McDonald's and if you do sue them, I want you to know I will still buy things from them, but you need to be more careful some tile floors slick with water from all the fry oil in the air. As a tile man yourself you should have sand paper on the soles of your shoes. Fancy duds, nice to see you out of uniform. Kevin nice meeting you, and I hope we get to play that game of pool we talked about, bring your 600 dollar pool cue, or at least we can meet up and play where you feel like bringing that sucker too.

Katie, Honest I knew them. Ken again I did introduce you to John did I not, don't fear my friend I don't piss people off when I am trying to have fun at my table's home turf.

Officer Key and Officer Smith thank you for your help in the matter in question I will be calling on your services in the future so you will need to keep that smile you both have.

A Story time break line ********

The potato sat there looking rather pale and run down. The TV was showing some crime fiction show that he had seen the first episode and now was looking at the 100th and was still looking forward to the next 10 million shows just like it. As your average Idaho Spud he looked about average for a small baking potato, but his TV watching skills were from more par for the course than any other couch potato he knew of, unless you talked about Sally-May Red Irish New potato, she was so hot whenever they met for lunch he could just stare at her and not even think all during her talk about the day time soaps she loved to watch. He had to get her a present for French-Fryer-Death Day, he just could not figure out what it was going to be. Just then the door bell rang.

Your Brother in Christ,
Charles.

Necromancy, Tequila, Dave and Gerrold, Jessica, and Angels too.

2008-09-23T05:18:00.000-07:00

The day started out at 4:06 a. m. I woke up laid there thinking things, got up wondered about told the dragons roosting in my head to go find someplace else to roost, they picked my left shoulder both of them. The Left-side white right-side yellow and pink stripes one sat on my far left shoulder where she was about to fall off the edge of my otherwise rounded shoulder, but she dug her claws in, till the blood popped up to filling the void she made. I just smiled, what is a little pain between lovers. Then Herry got up on her High horse and blue fire blew out her left nostril and smoke out the right one. I smiled again and said.

"You know Herry if you would take the time to be first you'd get the best seat, but then again which is the best seat, the one to attack our enemies from or the one where you get to comfort me from?"

Her voice was soft and silky turning my skin to creepy crawly and need felled my breast along as elsewhere.

"But Dear Heart you said I could kill them today!"

"You still can, I can defend myself just fine with my hands and feet and clawed weapons. What do you think you'd do if I said not to stay back we have been doing these last few centuries and you just leave after Herry hits the skies. Then you could get the kills and bloody flesh of our enemies fresh off the top shelf of their deaths, not having to have to wait till the battle's done. What say you Herry?"

I asked, stroking her tail that was swishing back and forth and running down my left arm all the way past my elbow. Her tail came up and pointed straight up in the air for a full second till she knew I had gotten her attention.

"Okay Ladies it is a done deal."

Herry has a soft slow voice she holds her counsel till we are in bed if she can or uses her screams to kill with fright the public at large as we leave the cave. Ten days ago when we were out last, her Scream was heard for 50 miles to the north at least. As we walked, flew or took the Tram over the hills to Zurich we would see EMT's all over the place. Last count 14 died out right and then there were the others from complications due to falling off things.

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Edited into this post 24 Sept 2008 continued......

Necromancy topic line headline, Dateline, Debate Line. I Love everyone I meet I treat everyone at face value and I hold one simple truth to be fact and not fiction. Jesus Christ is the only one true God, God of God, Very God of Very God without whom which we would be sinning wretches and worthless, but still God's pride and joy as his own creations.

Why I mention this. I have had their rumor mill turned on full bore in the last 48 hours, in fact it was turned on sometime last year by someone whom told someone something. I am a bold person afraid of pretty much nothing. I cross the street in heavy traffic, light traffic, night traffic, light cars and vans and things traffic and heavy freight haulers traffic. I have been doing this since way before my time here this last time. The first time I can remember doing a lot of walking was in Mississippi. While Going to Mississippi State University I Lived off campus and to save money and time and parking fines, I'd walk into campus by crossing the Highway Which one is lost to memory, I could draw you a map but won't yet, ( ask for one if you want). I got to the side of the highway where ever my foot falls landed and looking at the moving traffic, there was a stop light over head I think, but those things don't matter to me with or without a vehicle. I'd see what was approaching and keep on walking slowing or speeding up and would just time the passing of myself through the fabric of the road and the things on it. One time I passed so close to a passing Semi-trailer that a friend of mine on the other side of the road thought I had been ran over and the trucker just did not notice me. I was there about 6 inches from the side of a passing truck writing on the dust, getting my hair blown about and the rush of dust filled gravel filled air rushed by and I stepped out in the trailer's after wake and continued my walk across the street. My friend Tommy total me that quote. "You are a mother fucking bastard I thought you were dead, never do that to me again!" I told him with a smile on my face at his labeling me crazy beyond anything in his lexicon and fucked in the head for sure, "Sorry, just don't watch next time, close your eyes till it is over with." And we went on our way to buy Alcohol, he got a bottle out of the deal he was driving as my brother (and regular yearly room mate, just not this summer's roommate) had our car back home that summer.

Recently within the last 18 months I have been howling as a way to get my lungs clear of lint, fluids, hairballs, the stray candle wax drop, cigarette ash-tar-killing toxins, or anything else not belonging down there. Ask the Little Rock Battalion Chief of the Little Rock Fire department if I can howl he was over on the Flying B. side of the street and I was on the Gusano's side when I asked them all a question, then introduced myself to them, where upon there was another Charles in their midst and I howled to show my honor and pleasure.

Getting back to the rumor mills and the thrilling life of a public figure and walkabout talking and babbling brook of a potty mouth, foul weather loud mouth, and all around generally people person person like myself. I have in the past annoyed the workers of the shops I shop at so much they told me to leave, I had thought that most of them did so in a good natured way but it seems that you can wear out your welcome even if you tip nicely and are utterly as polite if not a bit talkative as you can be.

Monday I was told that I could no longer be in Boulevard Bread company in the River Market building, I was banned for life. But the crux was that most of it was couched in the statement that I was doing something wrong. That I had in the past, dim million year past or recent past stolen from the tip jar, and forcing them to get a locked box tip jar and it was all my fault. I was at first shocked, that anyone would even think that in the first place then I realised that I was being slandered and I was being lied about by someone that did not like me for some reason. I have since then called and left a phone note to the Owner of the Company, and called the River Market store to ask how or why this came about well that last call went over well ,, smirkish half grin,, But I will publicly promise giving them 50 dollars in October for any hard feeling they might have toward me and I will bar myself from the defacto best bread company and olive bar this side of Wild Oats. I still want to shop there, I harbor no hard feelings and will still represent them in my conversations in a positive light. I am not one that can be easily offended, Shocked or otherwise befuddled by the curve balls life can throw at you. I can't be I am to much of an adrenaline junkie to get afraid of a little bit of rumor mongering. But, what has really pissed me off is that my name is getting burning into the bad side of life in other venues in town. Yesterday the 23th of Sept. I just went into the Flying B. to see about a glass of ice water, I have had it there for free before, I was waiting for my parents to swing by to pick me up. When I asked the moving bartender "How much for an Ice Water?" The reply clued me in so fast I was looking for him to call 911 on me I think but I know most of the LRPD in the River Market area.
"27 cents." So I turned and said thank you and was heading out of there when he said, " I know who you are, we have been told what you have done, something something something Boulevard Bread company something something." And I asked but what about the Challenge for happy hour rights, and he said. "Don't come back I don't want you in here again."

I would wager about 50 bucks he was just the night bartender and not the Owner. But even then it made me mad that one lie had tarnished further up the line, If I let this go on I might only have a few places that I can hang out in and have to get my own flour roll-ups myself. But still the Flying B. is the greatest of it's kind in central Arkansas. I know I can work to clear my tarnished name or at least give out some nice prizes to others with the money I would have saved now that I can't spend it in these venues.

Enough said for now on this topic, except to let the Loft Row Toyota 100 driver know I am sorry but I left it there for witnesses of my mood and I stacked the pillar there as a warning to all. I can pick that darn thing up and heft it to my shoulder in about 4 easy steps. It is heavy being about 9 inches by 9 inches by about 24 inches of hardened concrete, about 1.125 cubic feet of man-made-stone. At least 90 to 150 pounds, I can't tell how much it weights, I am rather strong these last few days of my pushing of my limitations and seemingly pissing some people off.

Dave, Thanks I got the 50 cents elsewhen, in fact did not even need it. Gerrold you bought me that Irish Red filled to the brim and I never drank it, sorry dude, I will have to get you your next vodka-tonic to make up for it.

Jessica I know I said a min. of 10 bucks but I am dropping 75 on the cards, was 50, then the Flying B. thing happened, so I upped you all's Christmas surprise gifts. And Candice telling me you all have 5 Jessica's at least I have met you, Angel.

To all those Angels in the night or morning or life. All Females are Angels in my book and I call as many of them in one day as I can, but am quite and let them pass me by other times.

Morris, you will never read this unless I print it off for you, but have fun not stressing out over things. You are looking good at 450 pounds 6'-5", still wearing those 7X shirts I see.

Your Brother in Christ,
Charles.

Pasta, Carbs, High wires, Live Wires and Pastafarianisms

2008-09-20T21:24:00.000-07:00

Dear Readers,

I was there, those pictures linked here.....

http://www.arktimes.com/blogs/arkansasblog/2008/09/way_to_go_matie.aspx

Are without me in the picture, but I was there off and on over the course of the debate with the guys, gals, kids and signage or were they hating 3M for post-it-notes not banners reading fags are hated by GOD, the sign of the times was me seeing the sign that read from where I stood a bit away about 30 yards to as much as 50 yards it read.

GOD HATES FAGS

A fag if anyone wants to look it up is a stick, a faggot is a bundle of fags, fags are also cancer sticks, nicotine dip sticks, or dip this stick in my nicotine fun punch and light me up BABY. In other words fags are not gay blades... or does that me Gaye my friend is Gay by anyone other name, Fay is my mom, but also the Fay that showed me the house at 111 Bluebell North Little Rock, which is by the way for Sale by owner for the modest price of 87,000 dollars rubels, euros, or gold coins you will have to call the number which if I remember correctly is not going to be pined about on here because I don't want to move my legs to go get my cell phone and off load it just right now. But for some nice shows the garage will house a nice band...

God Hates Sin, not those that sin, not you that Homosexual friend of mine that is reading this nor those people that were holding those misguided signs up there, I walked about the area and thought and spoke and they did not speak back they were moot and told me nothing I did not already about what they thought about me and my ilk. I was a faggot to them and maggot a slug on my finger held out to be shot from their guns to kill me and get me thee rid of you and get out of our face you homo loving non-catholic-non-baptist that does not see us eye to eye cause we are holding this here black mirrored shades over our eyes on an otherwise non that bright day.

Daniel if you read this soon in the coming weeks years or whenever I asked if I could see your place and I know you said no, because you were trying to politely or not refuse a pirate lover like me, and unknown Ilkish person you barely know whose habits you know because Nita and her being our coffee GODESS, or is it GoDDeSS, oh well AnDinA Cafe, hand me a smoke let me yell honk my duckish horn for your sign and cutlass that cute lass away from me. I will not be told that my GOd hates anyone and not stand there silent about it. I will Honk, Snort pasta and eat rice a roni through a straw while preforming brain surgery on the common garden slug on the end of my pointer finger.

Pop a slug into the mouth chamber, yes yes that slug leaving a slime trail on my carport's floor. Pick him her it up and test out if he she it is not going to fall off your finger. Open your mouth and pop them inside your lips and over your tongue then gulp real big and smile real big and tell the folks back home that magic is the pastafarians way.

I told these folks this tale of woe, the dead slug that I found and how with a little sweet southern style tea and some Gusano's homemade Jager-Bombs I was able to revive this poor dead newly found homeless and helpless street or was it garden slug sitting in the window sill's light way. I just pop it into my mouth and swallowed them down my gullet.

About a half hour later while trying to show that I am a merciful person of unknown ILK, I showed my friends and gasping hangers on that I had indeed not eaten that poor slug but let my mouth's enzymes clear them off and healed them and proped them up on the glass plate in front of my lips.

You see life is full of surprises and I harness them whenever I can. I shot my smoke out my mouth and head rush my methods in a meth-heads head rush, the brain has head rushs and you have to know which Zen master to listen too when 12 of them are talking at the same time and you are listening to Yoda tell Obi Wan that Blah BlahBLAH is not going on. Who Taught Yoda, Which Yoda drove my U Go Off that cliff out back and when did Zen Master Tim Murray Die in the last ditch effort to save Mary from the Turtles....... Ad Lib I Mad Lip Lid Lib faster than most people you know.

Sign me up Daniel!
Charles
YOUR Brother in Christ.

The signs of the days to come, vote the mules to win at the dog track

2008-09-20T02:51:00.000-07:00

I was walking down the sidewalk, about to pass the Peabody when over there in front of the H. U. Lee walled garden out by the street were big signs, kids and adults.

Lo and Behold one of the signs read "GOD HATES FAGS"

I stopped and about gasped but held my breath in and then said, "God does not hate people"

I walked into the west facing doors on the lower level of the Eastern wall on the Convention center or whater that big silverish looking walls hold in them.

I walked out the back doors conversed with the stone turtles and walked out to the edge of the Main Street bridge to go completely around these protestors.

Then walked over to the guy holding the sign that said, "Pray for more dead soldiers" I said more soldiers of the dead, not soldiers of the good.

About at once I heard some yelling and saw the pirates.

Pastafarians, the pirates gland together to stave off the riff raff and heal the rift in their public spaces, Yes I did say Gland together.

Charles, Author at Large, I will be posting more about the pasta-fair-eons soon.

Tuesday redressed as a Friday in May only its September

2008-09-19T00:01:00.000-07:00

Roller coaster rides, falling out of planes backwards while smoking a cigarette faster than most people I have ever met, sliding along the street walking till my foot fall hits just where the back tire was just and seeing if my knee can hit the back bumper as the car drives past, if it pushes the adrenaline to the max then the wall slices sideways and the rush falls off, seeing how fast I can re-hit for the next joy juice bundle ride to free falling max burning, that's what I have been doing the last 80 hours.

Friends introduce me as something. Pool shark, fast smoker, crazy dude from whatever they can think of faster than I can back spin myself off a rock wall and tell people the truth that I am retired and just trying to have a nicer day than I did yesterday and if they want to be there for the ride down hill at full tilt please fasten their seat belts and smile for the camera phone.

I don't ever use the word Can't in as far as I can't do something, at least not till I fully am aware that I can't in real life, real time, fully loaded, and face forward do that whatever it is, only then do I state for a fact that I can't do that either. But then I let my mind play out how I have already written the part for Mr. X and his friends to have done that whatever I could not do in real time, they can do in fiction, or at least I think I can convince myself that they could if this were actually fiction. I do tend to say that I don't have any more money, I don't have any more smokes, I don't own a car you will have to ask the driver if he can. But I never say I can't and I don't like it when other people assume that I can't do something. In fact if they do say that I can't do something I look for the fastest way to prove them wrong in the fastest amount of time in the widest possible set of people looking as to bare witness, unless what they say can't be done is against God's Laws, Or my own afore mentioned list of things I know I can't or won't do.

"He won't be able to clean the whole table off!" As I bend and sight in on the first ball of the 6 left on the table, figuring that at best I could get three but I'd try my best but I keep my mouth shut and just smile. After 3 fell I saw him moving from foot to foot, after 4 fell he intones, "Well maybe he can?" After the last one fell I walked over to lady and asked her if that was what she wanted to do to him or not, and smiled my own private smile that that was the first time in my life that I had sank 6 balls in row ever. 6 out of 8 and you are winning by a long shot and even in tight games you have at least run the risk of winning when you least expected to.

My power midnight snack is heading my way I better cut this short I think the planes are still filling for the next morning's jumpers, off to adrenaline roller coaster heaven.

Wednesday Sept. 2007 17th day.

2008-09-17T23:45:00.000-07:00

Well I did not keep up my own bargain and write a post everyday for this month, now all my readers and there is a growing lot of them, can't tell if I going to post or not. Well I will try to do better but I can't promise you a rose garden or even a post everyday so suffice it to say you get one post a month and you might have as many as 29 or so more of them, but don't bet on it. If you get more than that one single post you can feel lucky, or whatever other joyous feeling you can muster.

I posted a while back about a new Candy store in the River Market, Chocolates are the name of the sweets but at 2 dollars a mouthful I had to do some heavy writing to work that into my budget, just to sample one of them. But I can say that for $2.19 which was the cost plus tax, which is about as much as an Espresso, I figured why not go for it, I had already had the espresso I might as well figure out if this place was any good or not. Mango, a hunk of lines a nice feeling of a dome top and smooth and flat on the bottom, a mouth full of candy surprise waiting for you to plunge your teeth into. Be careful with this one you can't bite it in half, the center is more fluid than you would expect, I had to plunge it all in and hope I did not drop any in my rush to savor the delight. Now wait for the full flavor to swell, chew slowly and try not to laugh at your pleasure and you will be fine. I can still taste the after effects of the time bomb. Sweet and clear but the subtle hint of chocolate with your mango makes me want to make sure I can budget one a week for a while, but I know better than that I already have to many vices. Three of them as of Tuesday, well make that 4 now we have added a 5th on top of my strained budget, which can I go without, Water, Air, Or my monthly Espresso. Down with the Hot shot of Java up with the delight of a new taste of a new candy every so often for about a dozen so often's that she has flavors for. The Name of the place is C B Chocolat, The where is the Little Rock River Market and for $2.19 and any nice tip you might want to leave you'll have taste buds singing for a few hours at least, begging for more. By the way C B stands for Cocoa Belle. See my Link in my sidebar.

That is it for this post see you back here as soon as you get through rereading last year's posts that you forgot all about.

Charles.

Rain rain mish mash

2008-09-03T20:44:00.000-07:00

Getting out in the rain today gave a new meaning to wet. Everything around us is damp or dripping. Then there is the broken tree limps all over the yard across the street, a big Red Oak weighted down with the extra water on it. The wind is finally dying down to a breeze every now and then. But the rain totals for us are going to take weeks to dry out. I know that some places have gotten over 18 inches of rain these past few days, and flooding seems to be everywhere.

My Jerusalem Artichokes look like a tornado hit them, they are mostly all knocked over and lots of them are broken off at the 4 foot mark. Well I guess they are getting the rain they need to get big and juicy for eating later in winter.

I do wonder what weather is going to be like in September, hopefully not anymore of the hot weather we have had. I am one who wears shorts year around because the winters here never get cold enough to wear long pants. But I can't stand it to hot, I like 80 degree days at the most. Summer time is always hard on me.

Rain rain go away, has been running through my mind for the last few hours. If it is dry in the afternoon I am going out to play pool with a friend, if it is not dry, I guess he will play alone.

Charles.

September blues

2008-09-02T17:46:00.000-07:00

The end of August ushered in a migraine and me with nothing to take for it. So there is my excuse for not writing anything these past few days.

The holdover of Gustav is making it hard for me to go outside and sleep in my hammock. When 11 am rolls around and it still looks like predawn you have to wonder where you can go walking. The National Hurricane Center has 3 more storms headed toward the US over the next week and a half so there is that to look forward to.

I still have to go digging in my shed for bottles to give to Judd Mann for his glass making projects. That won't happen if we have rain all week long.

I have started reading Star Trek books from way back in the 1994 to present which leads me to believe I will have to go find some in the local bookstores to finish my collection which for the Old Series stops around book 85. I just don't have the space in my room to keep all the books I want, so I have to limit things, or rearrange. AGGHH! No not the dread word rearrange.

Charles.

The Glory of God in everyday life

2008-08-27T04:16:00.000-07:00

The day to day life that we know is filled with the Glories of God. We can see them in a small child's eyes all the way up to the miracles that happen everyday that we might or might not know about. This week I have seen things that just can not be passed off as anything but God Working in people's lives for a positive outcome to the troubles that they face.

"I was hungry and He fed me"

Twice this week I was hungry and I just stepped outside and food was there. The first time happened Saturday when I was at Gusano's. I was waiting on a friend to show up to play pool, all I had on me was pool money and nothing else. I was just going outside to look at the sudden down pour when I noticed cigarette smoke and asked to borrow one from the guy holding his under the awning. He said "Borrow, I'll never see you again, I won't get it back." I replied that I was a regular and sure he would. He then told me they were from out of town one of the Carolina's. I asked for one, and he gave it to me. I lit it and started smoking it like I normally do in a method called "Hot Boxing" where you smoke it fast. It was a menthol and I was breathing in with my mouth and exhaling with my nose and the head rush was fast and very loud bang, which totally surprised me and shocked them. All the while his friend is complaining about the Pizza they had gotten, and I am surprised because the pizza has never been bad tasting for me. The guy with the pizza asks me if I want a pizza. I can't believe they are going to give me what is in the box but say yes. It turns out to be 6 slices of a Pepperoni pizza. They run off into the rain never to be heard from again I am sure. I was without money for food and my friends that were going to show up were penniless. God knew I was hungry and food showed up for me.

The next time was Monday. I walked outside leaving Gusano's and saw a friend, I was just going over to chat with him when I noticed he was carrying a bag, I figured it was left over pizza as he is the chef at a local Pizza shop in the River Market food court. I asked if I might have a slice and he gave me my choice I took the first one on top not wanting to dig in the pile, It was a very good Pepperoni, about 1/6th of a 18 inch pizza. Lewis makes them starting about 10 am and when he leaves at somewhere around 3 pm he takes what is left home with him.

Now you might think that these are just happenstance chance encounters but I see them from the stand point of me having a need and God answering my need when I would have been willing to have gone hungry till I got home later from these visits to Gusano's. But I know that God is working for the good of those who love Him and I see the first one as a clear Miracle and the second as a clear gift.

Then of course there is Monday and the pool ball that moved between tables without anyone touching it. I was playing on the back table at Gusano's and we had sank every ball out of the 15. Then someone asks to play pool with us and I set up the front table only to find the 6 ball from the back table inside among the balls released. I just can't wrap my head around how the ball moved between the tables. And ever since Sunday when I went somewhere while playing on the front table the cue ball has gone missing, but either the table ate the ball which is possible, it has done that in the past, or the kids that finished my game and started using my short front half of my cue stick as a "Bapper" for shuffleboard took the cue ball and hid it somewhere. The kids were under 6 years old so there is no telling what happened to it really.

All in all I have been finding some pretty strange things happening to me these last few days, some have been prefect timing when needing to talk to friends and there they just show up, to getting fed when I was hungry and having thought about food but not expected it to show up right there in front of me.

On a side note soon I will be sampling some Handmade Chocolate from Cocoa Belle a small Chocolate candy store which is new in the River Market food court. The lady that is the owner and chef is nice and friendly, she is working on her website and was happy when I mentioned I was going to buy some and do a review of the product as soon as I get spending cash. I'll add the link when her site is up and running, but do the review the day after tasting the candy.

Your brother is Christ,
Charles

Thoughts on a hot august day, a poem

2008-08-26T00:54:00.000-07:00

Skyscrapers half built ruins
Trash floating on the updrafts
Friends talking and laughing in the heat waves
Pool playing as if practiced all the time
Window shopping the office buildings
While hair flies in the wind over bridge railings
Where does the day go when you are having fun
How slow does it travel when you are alone
Chatting up friends then getting smokes
First drag of the day head rushes
Waking early wishing for time to fly
Waking late wondering where time went
Boys always trying to date single girls
Old lovers walking hand in hand
While no one looks they privately smile at each other
Bright sunshiny newly built buildings
Seeming to grow as you blink the day awake
Seeing someone only to miss another friend gone away
Wishing to stand time still and live in the glories
Holding onto the simple times and letting worries go
Two old friends embrace as one cries
Gentle times and special people sitting in a park
Road weary shoe shopping finding the first pair prefect
Wakeful day dreamer telling his line online
Posting the options telling the tale

Thoughts from a hot August day, 26 August 2008
Charles E. Owens Jr.

Tea Coffee and Sundays

2008-08-25T00:03:00.000-07:00

I go play Pool about as many times a week as I can swing the cash. I mostly practice by myself but I do on occasion get to play with other people who are more skilled than I am or less skilled, either way it is practice with or without partners. As my circle of friends grows so does those days when I am just shooting pool with them rather than being by myself.

I set the table and play the difficult shots, or play 15 ball, starting either at 1 or 15 and working my way up or down the scale. I try for shots that I know I don't think I can make, or bumper shots, or combos anything to increase the knowledge of where and when I can make a shot, building my confidence and skill level bit by bit.

So far this week I have played Thursday, Friday, Saturday, Sunday and will be there again in the early afternoon on Monday. This will be my longest stretch ever playing pool at Gusano's. Where I now get introduced to other people as the Local pool shark, even though I never play for money, at least not yet anyways.

I told a friend of mine in the River Market that I'd mention her and her store again so here goes. Andina Cafe, Nita is the owner and works most everyday of the week at least for a little while. If you need to know what is going on in the area hit her up for knowledge, people of all makes and models come though and pass off the latest information and facts and who's who in the area. Even though she'd tell you I am wrong in this, that she just does not know all that much, but I know different. If you want to know about coffee anything about it, she is the source you should seek, she has her own roastery, roasting her own lines of coffee beans. Her shop is located at the west end of the River Market building and Like I said open 7 days a week just like Gusano's.

One Last thought and "This Should Have Been Sooner" But here goes now better late than never. Tom Fm Magic 106.7 The greatest station in central Arkansas if not the world. A full blown mixture of music from all over the genres all over the ages and piled up into almost 45 to 50 minutes per hour of music. Call the station and leave a voice mail and they put it on the air if it meets FCC standards, ( sell a cat, hunt for a cat, a car and other things seem to be going on too ). I have called in 3 times, and heard myself once, and a friend heard me once, so I know they play the voicemails they get. Call 433-1067 and get your voice heard. I have added a Link over on the right side links section, Enjoy!

Happy shopping and God bless you all,
Charles

Two Links added

2008-08-24T00:35:00.000-07:00

Two new links added today from my friends Over at the River Market in Little Rock.

Judd Mann is a Local Glass artist who has taught himself totally new things in glass working. He uses a 1,400 Degree oven to heat glass into new designs and makes all his own glass for these designs. He has his art in several Central Arkansas businesses and institutions. His stained glass designs can use new and old glass. His E.mail address is Juddmann@email.com, and Local phone number is 501-413-7277. He is a good friend and his works of art are very good to boot.

The Arkansas Soap company makes handcrafted soaps and lotions using Goats Milk. It is a family run operation and If you like artistian soaps this is a good one to add to your list. They are located in Houston Arkansas.

Best wishes,
Charles.

Peopled Places,, A Poem

2008-08-24T00:23:00.000-07:00

Peopled places, crowds of faces
Rooms filled, belly to back to hip to knee
Playing pool in a crowd dense as salmon in a stream
Landing shots tricked with shots gloried
Yelling at top of lungs just to be heard
Patterns ebb and flow tending to glow
Wondering where they all come from
Mobbed scenes Sound scapes bubbling
When do you stop seeing the pretty faces
When do you stop hearing the stories
When will the crowded streets die back down
Market row or Pub floor filled with feet
Peopled places, crowds of faces.

Friday night pub, Saturday Market day
Charles E. Owens Jr. 24 August 2008

Night on the town

2008-08-23T00:15:00.000-07:00

I love to play pool. I practice all the time mostly over the river in Little Rock at a place called Gusano's They are on the row of the River Market on the section of Markham renamed for that Prez we had called Clinton, Homeboy and all that. I went there Friday night to play pool with a friend and ended up making a handful of new friends most of whom I played pool with, my original pool partner never did show up. Talk about standing room only, man trying to play pool in a crowd is its own kind of game, you just can't make shots unless you know how to do trick shots, or break your pool stick in half. I have my own pool stick, it unscrews in the middle and I practice playing with a short stick. Which in itself has a story around it, as to why I do practice with a short stick. I bought the stick about 18 years ago, and never really used it much until recently.

One day a few months ago, while at Gusano's someone from Little Rock's Homeless community who knows me by sight but was not really a friend of mine challenged me to a game but said I'd have to use a house pool stick. I really wanted to play with mine so I told him I'd play with the shorter front half and play him at a disadvantage. I could see by how he had played his female friend that he was pretty good, most likely better than me. But he was bragging That yeah he knew he was better than me because he saw me missing to many shots in my game. I was not taking the easy shots, I was making my game last, taking hard shots, teaching myself what I could or could not do. So in his observing me he had miscalculated my abilities by what he thought he saw. I tend to be as good natured as I possibly can be, so I played with my short stick for what he wanted to play for; Bragging Rights.

With just a few balls left on the table he realized that I was very close to beating him with a short stick, it is after all not the length of the stick but how you use it that matters, even in pool the soft touches work wonders. For his sake I let him sink the 8 ball as it was the last ball left on the table after I could have won. I though taught myself a lesson, Practice with the short stick and learn more control, so when you have the power of the weight of the long stick, you can harness it, or choke it down and still get the job done. Last night with the crowd the way it was I showed my new friend Scott that using a short stick makes it great for crowded places or the trick shots. He was a much better player than myself, he showed me new things I want to try when I am out practicing again next time.

Gusano's is Chicago Style pizza and Arkansas Owned, they have 4 stores around the state and if you ever get into town go there and check out the place, the wait staff and managers are friendly and very good at their jobs.

While I am talking about great places to eat in and around my haunts of central Arkansas there is a little place I went to today called The Circle. They are located in downtown North Little Rock on Main street, the 300 block, The whole place is barely 20 feet wide, they seat about 24. We had 20 in our group from Trinity Lutheran Church which left one table of 4 chairs, they did have tables set outside, but only 4 more seats out there. They have lots of things to offer, wraps or sandwiches, salads, daily soups, even chili dogs. Water to wine, coffee and sodas, beer and shakes. A nicely tightly run shop, we were seated, orders taken and food was out in less than 15 minutes and our whole crowd was out of there in an hour. They knew we were coming so there is that, but even then we filled their cafe to its limits and it takes a good team to get that many people served and it all done in a timely manner. So Check them out all you Local readers, and anyone who is out there not from these parts on your next visit look them up for a nice place to have a good meal. Their Tomato and Roasted Garlic soup is very good and so is the Lox.

Have a Blessed day,
Charles.

Jesus Walked on Air

2008-08-22T04:47:00.001-07:00

Dear Readers,

Happy Friday.

I went to a Concert last night, Kenny Loggins at the Little Rock River Market Amphitheatre. We were unable to see the whole concert because Barbara Kay, my 3rd ex-wive, was having breathing problems and so we left, no big deal. He walked into the crowd during a song and touched his audience.

Jesus was so needed by people that when he went anywhere, they stayed back, but they wanted to touch him, knowing some of them that just touching him would heal them.

Love is that way, walking down the street some people just ooze love vibes, people will walk up to them and act like friends. The Love Vibe guy or gal, will just keep on doing what they do and you notice they don't mind the people just trying to get a buck off them, or a smoke, or some other freebie, they ooze love so much that nothing seems to bother them.

I told you yesterday that I Pray for Trust and Faith. I Prayed for no rain last night. It rained, but only enough to soak, not drench, cool not chill, and made for good fun watching others panic and leave the concert which really turned into a great one, if they had only stayed a little longer, had a little more faith that the rain was going away like I did, I looked west, seeing the sun I knew sooner or later, no rain, just wait it out.

I also Pray to show Love to everyone; a kind word, knowing someones name even though you might not be their friend you know their name, speaking to as many people as I can, waving to my neighbors or people driving into or out of my neighborhood regulars or not, giving extra tips to waiter people even if the service was underpar ( the tips they live on, and they might be having a rushed or bad day back in the kitchen, no reason to be mean to them, service is a hard job), I thank as many Church workers as I can find, thanking them for their service, and I smile at everyone I meet and make eye contact with just about anyone that is looking my way.

It is the little things that grow into big things. We usually are not given the faith to move a mountain right off the bat, but we are given faith to believe that Jesus is Lord, then asking for more faith and more trust does surprising things, you see the changes that take place, you can actually see where you have changed over time. I don't worry about much, when I do I pray and let it go, Matthew chapter 6 verses 25 to 34 and this whole area of the bible is Jesus talking and telling us what we need to do to be better at Loving him and Loving others. In the verses we are told not to worry, and though it has taken me years to get to where I am, others do notice a carefree attitude that I have, even when they don't meet me the first time. Next time or later as they get to know me at my regular haunts they tell me about it.

Worry about Nothing, and Pray about Everything.

Your Brother in Christ,
Charles.

The XYZ gene and where you are today

2008-08-21T04:00:00.000-07:00

Dear Readers,

As some of you know I have talked in the past about the XYZ gene, this is further thoughts on it.

I believe in the Glory of Christ the Risen Savior. Everyone has GOD in him, but not everyone fully understands that they do. There will be people in your life that you will observe to be totally clueless about things that you will wonder where in the heck they got what they have and how in the world are they keeping it still. They just seem so neglectful of the blessings that they could have while they go about their lives that you want to scream at them to sit down and listen to how you understand Jesus Christ and how knowing him will help them be less clueless.

Pray for them, that they get the help they need to be made mindful that Jesus of long ago and today is The Christ, and with him all things are possible. Pray also that the next time you meet them the Lord will use you to influence them, but also that you will be mindful of keeping your witness on a level that they can use.

I believe that life is a Great Tapestry with a Predetermined Outcome. The Glory of GOD will be seen by everyone. There will be a Final Last Day for all the world, but there will be lesser last day for anyone not there on the Final Last Day. We would call that death of our human body, when our fellows put our body to rest in a grave, while our Soul goes on to see whatever God has planned for us after that fact. While we live though we are all threads being sown together by God, he is giving you Free Will, but in the End it does not matter you will still see HIM. Going through life like you do and having the free will to do just about anything you can think possible is great freedom. You still have to conform to the Laws of your fellow man, but even there you can if you want to do anything at all, just check the newspaper for people doing just that. Free Will means that you have your own mind there to help you decide what to do next. But do try to understand that no matter what you do go about and do, you will one day die and Meet GOD. The Mysteries of God as we are told in the Bible are beyond our understanding, God is there sowing the threads together, but letting you be your own guide and though it seems to totally be random chance that things happen, if you look close enough you can see a pattern showing up if you look backward.

I try to look at the leading edge of this great Tapestry and see the Event Horizon. The XYZ gene in full play, God working in past lives and the present and how he might work in the future for some people, though I don't worry about that future.

That is where the XYZ gene comes into play you can't scope it out with anything modern, there is the simple knowledge that everyone has that they are a part of something, even if they don't know what that something is but it is so ingrained in them that no matter how hard they try to cut it out of their lives they just can't. No matter how many times we work on gene splicing and cut out the genes causing Cancer and other things that kill us, we'd never be able to even find the XYZ gene and get rid of it in a fetus.

God is in everyone. Not everyone knows that He is there. They might never know Him, might hear all about that guy from long ago called Jesus, but never know Him as the Savior. Christians see this as a sad event, something we would pray that would not happen, knowing that God our Father does not want this to happen either, but none the less there will be some people that just never make it to the point of Trusting Jesus.

In the end You have to have decided whom do you trust, whom do you follow, and whom will you go to in your times of need.

My Prayer usually starts this way; Dear Father, Forgive me for I have sinned Greatly. Increase my Faith, and Increase my Trust. ....... Then whatever else is said, mostly with a lot of thanks for the wonderful day I have had enjoying the surfing I have done on the Event Horizon of my life.

Your Brother in Christ,
Charles

Plays on words part 2

2008-08-20T18:53:00.000-07:00

Having talked to several of my friends about my play Mr. S. Clause today I am starting to get the good vibes that most of us writers would love to get from our readers, but because we are so tied to our stories we at times don't tell anyone about them we don't get the vibes till after the work is completed.

I got more sleep than I thought I would last night, which helps the creative juices flow a bit faster than normal, unless I am on a hyper roll, when I really need to download my mind into a mental recorder and just play that back later for everyone to see.

.....

Scene, Satan and Santa fighting over who gets the hammock.

Yelling in a loud voice Satan says, MINE!
You hear a loud thump
Nothing moves on stage, the hammock is still, the form lying in it just lays there.

Click of a lighter,
Flame
Loud muttering and then a soft voice says.
" Do you have to smoke so much?"
"YES!"
" Ok, but make sure you don't burn my shirt when you smoke like that."
"What do you care? I smoke my own way, and I don't really care if you like it or not."

Seconds later there is another click of a lighter and a Flame.

Loud howling ensues, then singing off key, and few swear words, and then a Loud OUCH.

The hammock rocks for a second or two then goes still again, just about as you hear the lighter click open and see a flame.

........

I am still wanting to add a few add lib comments to the discussion, or at least write out a few of the more colorful ones that I think of along the way.

3 acts, and Scene names written out so that the readers in the Theatre can see the puns, even if you don't see them in the play as much as you would in the written script.

More later.
Charles.

Cloud Lit Sky

2008-08-19T19:07:00.000-07:00

Clouds streaming cross the vision
Sky sways from hammock bed
Where the bats fly never to see
House edges block sighted sounds
Fire glow where Sun streams true
Fire edged the cloud banks umber orange
Where do water wisps go,
When the vapor trail dies.
Over the edge of reason my mind plays
Checked the images on old
Where have you gone summer moon
Thoughts struck hammer tink low
When and Where do we go,
When the summer clouds die.

Thoughts on a summer night August 19 2008.
Charles E. Owens Jr.

The play on words

2008-08-18T18:41:00.000-07:00

I talked to my brother about the Play I am composing, Writing, hashing out with my mind or whatever a PlayWright does when he has something he thinks others will think about as entertaining. Now my brother he is a stage actor with a side job working for NASA, Stage actors in his group do it mostly for the fun of getting up on stage and being seen act after act doing crazy, or sensible things, or whatever they were drilled to do hoping they don't forget to many of their marks, or lines, all for the glory of the stage nothing for the pocket book.

I don't know I think I would like to get some money for my play if I can get it written and staged, I don't want a big stage show just me and a few people getting together to put on a little ditty of a play about a man going crazy.

3 Acts, Mr. S. Clause, his Therapist, His assistant, a bathroom mirror, his stool on a stage in a small nightclub, various people to see him, friends and the crowd which due to stage space is the people out in the Real Theatre. Oh and let us not forget, Santa Claus, and Satan Claws the guys living inside his head.

Because of my very nature I Ad-Lib a lot of the speaking parts of Santa and Satan when they show up to torment Mr. S. Clause poor guy can't get a word in edge wise when they are off on one of their little rants as the days and weeks grow further along we might even find Mr. S. as his assistant calls him, going into a pit of a hospital ranting and raving but I have not decided if I want to go that far, maybe just mention it as something that happened off screen after the first act. I tend to write as I go, fleshing out the scene in my mind then letting my Ad-Lib nature take hold and just fly with what comes out of it and then if it works it works if it don't OH WELL you are stuck with it, deal with it and get on to the next few lines or days.

So that dear Readers is where you will find me, relaxing outside in my hammock taking in the summer nights in our cooler August weather ranting and raving and trying to remember where I put my glow in the dark chalk for my next artistic outing in the driveway.

If you hear a howling I Swear it is not me but it might be Santa running loose in my backyard not wanting to sit down and remember his lines for the play.

Charles,

Pod City

2008-06-17T02:09:00.001-07:00

Pod city ranged for 23 miles in one direction and tommy just wanted to go home.
Tommy was a Homeless veteran. The wars overseas, had washed up over here about
twenty five years about that time or maybe later, tommy was not so sure.
Two pints of Catcher Sam's home brew was still finding it's way out of tommy and his mind was a little slow with facts and figure's except tracy's.
She sat there a rather fresh faced young lady over here, from Hop city.
She was telling them that her home was bigger in Hop city than those you found in Pod city, but not by much.
The facts that no one around the cook stove knew was that Hop city and Jet Dome were about the biggest places that anyone got to live in.

Book-Bag Diaries

2008-05-01T20:07:00.000-07:00

Dear Readers,

The Genealogy Dept. at the Little Rock Library asked me to write something about my travels in and around the world and seeing that by BookBag had traveled most places with me for the last 27 years I thought why not call my stories the "Book-Bag Diaries". The nice Lady that I was talking to Thought the Idea was great and asked me to Write something for one of the Newsletters or Some-such Published papers they had to offer, at this writing I have no memory of the name of the Publication in question.

I had shelved the idea always meaning to write something or the other about it sooner or later, but digging around in the boxes and wire baskets from my last move which was in May of 2006 I started smelling old memories and things I thought I never knew I had still.

Here comes the kicker to this all.

Ages ago when I bought my Bookbag, at the UALR University of Arkansas at Little Rock's Bookstore, I saved the tag promising a Lifetime Warranty on my newly purchased BookBag by JanSport. I liked the top-hatch loading style of it and that it had a leather bottom and seemed to be able to handle all sorts of things, plus my books, and was light enough so that it was not a ton of books to carry. I filled out the little card, and dropped it in the front pencil pocket and meant to mail it in one of those days.

About 3 years ago I figured, because I could no longer find that hunk of paper that I had since then stuffed into a tiny zipper baggy and again thrown into the front pocket, only to have it up and disappear on me, that it was gone for good.

Just tonight when my mind was on other things. Things like old Poems I had forgotten I had even written, Drawings and Paintings in my many Sketch books, backpacking supplies rolled into various sizes for travel in wet, or dry, or snowy climes, general junk that has either rusted away to nothing or old bags of unknown seeds collected in the wilds of my travels. People around me also bothering my peace and quiet attitudes, by constantly worrying about anything and everything and just bothering the heck out of me, like knats on a balmy summer afternoon. I pull out of a bag my Climbing rope. 30 feet of soft but very strong rope that I have had almost as long as my BookBag. Reminding me that there it is, my Lifetime Warranty is gone for good.

I get back in the bedroom after showing my Dad my climbing rope that I had just found and there on the bed cover is a little zipper bag.

Folded to the point that you can see through the card stock paper at all of the creases was my BookBag's Lifetime Warranty.

What more can you hope for, a Lifetime Warranty?

Where does yours Hide?

My BookBag's is on a shelf, and so is mine. But on a different shelf, between the pages of a book, and in an empty tomb, and on that blood stained Cross.

Don't let life get so complex that you forget that the simple things in life sometimes take a while to be found again after you have misplaced them in all the clutter you have created.

Charles and his Old and Worn BookBag.

Election 2008

2008-03-23T17:37:00.000-07:00

As you know, or might not know, I am running as a write in candidate for President in the 2008 race. My party is Free Right Now. I am a Christian, as such I am Free, but also everyone else is as well, Christ died and is alive today, once and for all. The Free Right Now party theme. But Lest you think it is only about Christian themes. Think about this also. We live in what has been said to be the Only Free Nation in the world. As citizens of this nation we are Free Right Now.

Let us not loss that freedom to anyone.

Vote for me Charles Edward Owens Jr. Or as I normally write it, Charles E. Owens Jr. Write my name in on your ballot.

I Don't want you to send me money. I do not ask for donations. I am a freely paid for Candidate, you either vote for me or you do not. I do not care if you do or you don't.

If I were to be elected, I would ask that my salary be set at the lowest wage in the nation, below everyone elses, 1 Penny a day. After all on it's face side we have the words "In God We Trust" stamped into it. In God I Trust alone, for everything I am.

I would also set Congress, both houses, If I can possibly do it within the frame work of the Nations Rules, to only get the lowest wage in the nation, that others have set to be what they give people to live on. They would get only that to live on while they do their jobs for those that elected them, so that they would better understand what they have told other Americans they have to live on.

There are somethings that I have not formulated my policy on yet, so if you have an issue that you want to know about that I have not said anything about, write me.
ceojr1963@yahoo.com

Thank You,
The Peace of Christ to you all.
Charles E. Owens Jr.
North Little Rock, Arkansas.

The war of the world

2007-11-07T03:34:00.000-08:00

Dear Friends,

the war has started if you have not gathered yet.

the debates are all iffy and just plain fun to do but they are meaningless prattle.

The end is near sayth the Lord of Hosts.

there are just not that many days left till the end of the world comes for a lot of us

my parents are old and forgetful

unless it is the things that they known how to do from the start

helping people like my ex-wife

helping little danny

helping me get some rest for the first time in weeks, ability was suffering greatly

I AAM the GEAT see whgat i mean

I AM the GREAT IAM sayth the LORD of HOsts

Charles Edward Owens Jr.
1-501-551-1961
Comment please

RNA DNA XYZ

2007-11-06T01:29:00.000-08:00

The RNA and DNA and the genes X and Y with God's Z gene thrown into the mix. Or is that How Rachel would be the first and last of her kind unless I can solve the procreation mix up.

That is the Line I told Richard about 14 days into him knowing that Rachel was His beloved and alive and well. Total AI and Total Human, if we could figure out children.

***********
The above is a set of thought puzzles I have been working on to get the Rachel put to the test and get past the road block of science that I sometimes hit When I am writing.

Then I go and set myself up as a presidental Candidate, and my mind gets a bit overloaded.

Or is it 3:34 Am and I am finally awake enough to type.

LEt me know if you like anything.

Clay jars and Vulcan

2007-11-06T01:06:00.000-08:00

Do not put the Lord thy God to the test.

But put everything else to the Test.

Test me.
Text me.
Tease Me.
Please Me.

Call Me.
1-501-551-1961

God has my Cell Phone Number, I have HIS, Let me know we can talk and work out your problems.

Still Running for Prez, 2008, Free Right Now party.

I program AI

2007-10-30T01:41:00.000-07:00

I have been telling people that for the last few months. I finally figured out I have been telling the truth. I am and have been writing a MASTER work. It is called Future Tech. It was started about 20 years ago and I have been working on it in my head ever since. I have some brief notes and at least one short story and about 20 hours of magnetic tape of the story line, but have not much to look at if you are not inside my head looking at it. The main line of thought has finally been pushed out into verbal thought patterns.

I have been programing Rachel.

She is both the central Computer that Runs the information gathering arm of the Company Future TECH and Lover of the main Character. Richard falls in love with an AI. Robert his boss makes her into a Human and tells NO ONE. Not even her at first. Richard is not privy to this information until after you are, the reader, which is just about now. Like I said I am writing this story almost all of my free time, most people think authors are crazy people, now you know why. I can show you how I program AI now as A Performance Artist type of stand up and it will either make you think you need my meds to feel good or that my meds are not working. I am not going to tell you where to get the best meds that man can provide. You would not believe me anyway. Oh why not, ....

My own Brain. Your own body makes the only meds you need, but you have to learn that one for yourself there is only one real way to tell you and make you understand, you have been inside your head for so long you realize that programing AI can make you Crazy enough to understand all this stuff.

More on this later.

Where do you live

2007-10-25T22:00:00.000-07:00

This is the Essay with the same mind as the poem Heaven and Hell, What I could not write then and might not be able to write now, but will try.

Where do you live? You have three choices.

Do you live in heaven, do you live in hell, or do you live on earth but are waiting to get to one of the other two?

Personally you can not tell me the answer to that question as fully as you might think you can unless you first answer are you a Christian.

I am Christ's second coming, but not the second coming of Christ. I am a Christ Child, a Christian, a Child of God, or as it is better stated a brother of Christ. I really don't use the first sentence much outside of a few people because they miss the subtly and think I am saying something that I am not saying. I try to live as much as I am able to, as Christ like as I can. All I know is that if needed to have it happen I am willing to die like Christ did in the same manner to help save just one other person, or as many as needed. For this I am sure I understand the Passion of the Christ.

As it stands I am homeless if I were not staying with my parents I would be Homeless. Currently I am unemployed as the world knows employment, I write but am not paid for it.

Now we have to ask me the question I have posed for the rest of you. Where do I think I am living? I know I live on Earth, but I do treat each day as if parts of it are like living in Heaven. There are places here on Earth that act as windows into Heaven's beauties. Likewise there are places and times that act like windows into Hell. But windows that look both into Heaven and Hell are just windows, in this case they can only be opened part way and we can't totally jump right through.

There are cases where both of this example seems to fail. The Fires that plague the earth whenever the dry seasons flow nearby, the destruction and damage and death seems like Hell on Earth. But the Real Hell is God less, Hope less, and Love less, there will be no heroes to stretch out a hand and help you up and into safe arms. I think that is where most people get their own personal hell on Earth wrong. If you are suffering, here you can forget or be where it is oft times few and far between for someone to stretch out their hands to you and help you. That is where Christians and for that matter any caring people come in and hands out help to others.

For me there seem to be people that live here as if they are living in Heaven. This I can understand. I do at times feel that there are slices of Heaven here on earth. The River Market District of Downtown Little Rock is one such Place, Almost the whole thing. They are doing a real good job of it if they are building sections of heaven at a time. I like to see the new Building of the section where the Construction is still going on at an Extension of the Library. My favorite Coffee Lady might be sad to see the construction guys go though. She told me to include her name and address, Andina Cafe` at 400 President Clinton Ave, Little Rock, River Market. The Cox building has some of the best examples of Books for sale and Art Work this side of Heaven as well. Then there is the Library proper which even caters to the Homeless there in Little Rock, but is of course my favorite building in any place I go. Libraries mean learning and knowledge and I guess if I had to be the one to tempt someone to eat of a fruit, I would be the tempter himself. That is how much I like having knowledge about things. I really understand what Solomon meant though when he said it was all "Like chasing after the wind." you just never can get enough of it, and what little you know is not what you knew yesterday and you forget what you did know today.

That really sums up why this place or anyplace here on Earth can't be Heaven on Earth because it tarnishes and rusts and people have to build new things all the time to make the old piles of dust new piles of knowledge and finery. So be careful with both of your definitions of Heaven or Hell on Earth, in Hell you have no HOPE of help, In Heaven you have nothing that lasts. Only in the Real places would you get what you paid for. Maybe we should all be very very Careful what we pay for.

Charles can be reached at,
ceojr1963@yahoo.com

Currently Living in North Little Rock.

Tuppence and pennies and how you live

2007-10-13T22:28:00.000-07:00

Tuppence

Recently the European side of The Oil Drum had an article about the new Tuppence addition of taxes due at the fueling pumps and I thought of this poem this evening.

Tuppence or as my mind compares words
Put Pence
Put the pennies where they fall
I operate on a different level than most
Some think I am crazy or odd or strange
Ah, I am I say
I am certified by several doctors of Mental health

But the pennies of the world are thrown away
By sane men and women
Just a penny they say
Drop the things not worth the trouble
I earn a living picking them up

I Understand you don't understand my mind
I am the under side of the creation curve
I am the underside of the penny I find
Heads I win
Tails I win

You see I just go about life as a big game or puzzle to solve
I Just go about and do nothing with my days but operate
As a vagabond
I am a Pastor of the small flocks I see
Two or three sheep
Lost in the world
Homeless people come in all shapes and sizes
The ones I talk about have
Big houses
Big cars
Big lives and look at the world as home
And don't even know that this is the way station between
Here and Heaven or Hell

Christians think of this place as a place to help the
Others they see and they do so willingly and forthrightly
I help them in small ways and I do it all the time

God Bless you
Have a blessed day sir, or lady
I open doors and I help where I see a need
I don't flinch when people tell me they don't like me
And I am honest to the point of failure of face time

The world is a strange place
A recent Poem called Heaven And HELL states that
Are you living in Heaven, Hell, Or Earth?

I Care less what your answer is
I can tell by just living around you for about 10 seconds
Or just hanging around like a Bar fly

I have several places that I go and several people that
Turn me away
Or welcome me as a friend.

Almost all of them think different things about me

One of them knows I want to be a Chef as bad as I do anything
Oh I am a Chef, just not papered and stamped and coded as one

One of them knows I know things that she could not possibly know
I know how to B.S. and I know how to help and be a nice person
She does not think about me being Homeless,
She does know I am Bi-polar
I am more creative than her cat
Or strung out on her shop's product
Coffee, and Cafe' sweets

One of them knows me as a pastor
Of the people
A Sheppard of the needy
A Shock Troop Trainer and
A lovable guy who will be there in a pinch
Open his arms to everyone and
Offer his wisdom, limited though it is
To her and everyone that he encounters

I don't care what you think of me
I just plain don't care
I notice though how you treat me
I notice how you treat others different than you treat me
I notice and I observe I am a good
Scientist that way I notice the world I live in
I notice the plants and animals
I take note of the plants that are edible and where they are
I do not think that I am homeless

I am not at home even under the roof of my home
I am not at home in the woods, valleys and rivers
I am not at home here on Earth
I am only visiting and observing
Home is Heaven and I have never been there
I have come close a time or two
But home is the age of my future away
I have not a clue when that age will end
But I do not care if it ends sooner rather than later
But I'd guess later rather than sooner
I feel the needs of the people I see daily
I see the tears in the eyes of people that
Say they miss me when I am gone
I see the tears in the eyes of people who are lost here
I see the feats of the people who see me walking by

I am big, 6 feet tall, a large Bear like man, I usually
Carry a big stick
Walking stick, crutch when I need it,
Helper to hold doors, move things and extend my reach
And Yes I know how to use it as a weapon
I train with metal and wood staves all the time
I am good with my hands in a fight
I am self taught and can take the punishment of
A long wrestling match and I don't stop to worry about the pains

But I smile and nod,
Offer help and act docile when needed
The image of a kind man is what I project
Confident that I can handle the events around me

Yes some people are still afraid of me I see
And some think I am homeless
And some do not like me
Aw, but I am just a visitor
I just long for the pennies from heaven
I only operate on the change of the day

If I am where the tip jars are handy
I tip people even if I have not bought things from them
It is a way to show them that money is meaningless to me
I know they need it and I am rich enough to not care
About giving them my last penny

I am not financially rich I am not wealthy with a huge bank account
I am a penny pincher and I have not a dime to my name
Pennies from heaven
He puts Pence out there for me
Tuppence is 2 cents in the UK
Here we only have
Pennies
Shame we don't have God as our Banker

Or do we know who our banker is truly
God
Bank of America
Arvest
Citibank

Aw where are your pennies stored

Where do you get your paycheck from

Where do you live and how do you live there

Questions to think about
Questions to think Long into the night about
I will be out writing or sleeping I don't know which
My meds work just find and contrary to popular belief
I am on them and I am taking them and I am normally this way
You just know the side you see that day
The Moon does not face you from it's back side
The Dark side is hidden you only see the face it wants to show you

Do not assume I am only a single faced man
I have the other side I keep hidden and that face
Sooner or Later will be shown to you and you might
Be surprised, or already know I am who I am

Later and party on Dudes

Charles E. Owens Jr.
ceojr1963@yahoo.com

heaven and HELL

2007-10-01T20:37:00.000-07:00

Where are you they ask
Why I ask
We want to know they scream
I Whisper
You don't really want to know do you?
They scream EVEN louder now, Yes! Tell US!
Hell I moan and whisper at the same time
Silence
Dead Silence
I say nothing, it is not my turn to speak
A soft voice
In the distance like a cat mewing
Why You?

He died you know
You nailed him to that tree
Don't you rememeber?
It was a bad dream you say
Yes I know, I come to you in dreams
To whisper to you
Or I come to you in visions to talk louder to you
When you listen
You understand
Forget your pains
Forget who hurt you
Forget then forgive
He died and I forgive you
He forgot in death, his pain
3 days the Son rose fresh and wonderful

They still wonder
They still ask
They still seek
Do you know what he did they ask
If you do
Share your joy
He shared his joy

If you know where you live
And can say for certain
Then you are not reading this
Or maybe you are
But for certain
If you are in Heaven
Nothing I say will change you
If anything I say changes you
Then so be it
I only write what I hear in my head

I know where I am living
Do you?

Charles Edward Owens Junior

Day dreams of sunlite sky

2007-10-01T07:39:00.000-07:00

Oct 1 2007

Fields of running water spray
Friends walking in caves of ocher rocks
Air filled with flying creatures
Some of myth and legend
Others of dark nightmares
Head filled with choking smoke
Oft times the web of dreams delight
Or of nightmare crusts
Wandering mindless in the rust of time
My hands cover my eyes yet
Light impacts my eyes and I blink tears
Awake I say
Asleep I stay
Daydreams of a sunlite sky

Charles E. Owens Jr.
Oct 1 2007

Garden for your future foods

2007-09-30T13:37:00.000-07:00

Recently with all that has been going on in the world I have been noticing a change in things that some of you might have already noticed as well, but I am just writing about. Food prices are going up. We have known for some time now that Fuel prices were on the rise and most of us just buckle under and pay the extra 5 to 10 bucks per fuel-up as a matter of course because we have to drive so we have to pay. But while this is our everyday thing food production is based on the Fuels and Fertilizers that a farmer has to use as well as everyone in the packaging and shipping arenas for that same food.

The Government has been telling us that Core Inflation has been low for so many months that I have stopped listening to them. I am sure more people than I know have also stopped listening to the broken record of "there is nothing to worry about, see core inflation is flat". What many Congress people don't notice is food prices. I am sure if they were buying like the rest of us they might notice, but I just don't see Mrs., or Mr. Congress person shopping at Krogers to get each and every meal they fix at home. I guess what I need to do before I write about them is to go ask one or more of them what they know about food prices.

So I did the next best thing. I called my brother who along with his wife make about as much as a senator does. And when asked if they noticed the change in food prices the answer was " No not very much." There you have it.

So you the reader have you noticed the changes in food prices?
Let us know.

By the way I never did get to the title of this essay, Guess I'll have ot pake this a two parter.
To Be Continued.

September Blues and Clues

2007-09-16T03:42:00.000-07:00

September that long slow month when School really starts for us old timers, the Fall weather starts to happen, and the clues to our existance really start hitting us again after the long summer months.

I have 3 clues, and I am selling them to the highest bidder!! Okay I have no clues, really, but if I had any clues I would be selling them because I need the money. On Sept 11th I wrecked my van. On Sept 13th I found out my 3rd ex-wife whom I intend on getting remarried to at some future date, was in the Hospital again due to her heart giving her the troubles it has been causing her for the last 2 years or so, more so in the last year than anytime else. As it now stands she is going to have surgery and they are going to do something to her that she nor I know to much about, I will let you all know in time to send her gobs of flowers and cards and such. Just send them to Baptist Memorial North Little Rock Arkansas 72117 in care of Barbara Kay Owens, She still has that name even though we are devorced.

I have my two feet as transportation devices and I will get some use out of them sooner rather than later. I have been trying to get my hindquarters in gear about running for President in 2008, most of my family thinks I am crazier than a 3 dollar Loonie, but I have had several people ask for my web-site address and even tell me they would vote for me. So I guess I had better find out what the states require for me to be a write in for them. I know some only allow it if I am the holder of X number of signatures of their voting public, while others do not require anything but a valid US citizenship and having at least 3 brain cells. If any of you folks out there have clues let me know. ceojr1963@yahoo.com

Recycle your life away

2007-09-06T23:30:00.000-07:00

Today the wilds of the world were totally zoned out, it had rained 2 days straight and I have been so thankful for that rain even though I drove over 275 miles in those 2 days and was in and out of my van in the wet all day both those days. The state and especially the "Right Here" in my yard was bone dry and even the water from the faucet was getting dusty.

The wilds of today were filled with sunshine and the bueatiful moggy feeling that the after rain party always feels like in the deep south. The odometer reads 339 miles today and I am getting ready to wonder how much fuel left I have out of this tank to go in the morning because I am about to get back into it and hit the roads again.

One thing that I have realized that I wanted to get out of my head onto a hunk of paper and let everyone read about, was that I have been recycling all my life.

You do it because you want to save the planet in most cases, or you have been taught it is a good idea because you need to save money and that is the only way you can save money is if you wash off those paper plates and use them again for dinner too. No joke, I know someone that washs off the Poly-Oil Plates that she buys and uses, for the next time she is going to eat off them, then when they are used twice, they cover things in her microwave, or do something else useful around the house. That is what we call frugal. She grew up during the Great Depression, we use that excuse to keep the guys that want to put her away in the padded rooms happy.

I recycle cause I want to save the Universe.

I figure if I don't recycle who will, I have to start the trend and get this ball rolling. 13 Billion years old and the Universe is getting used up already, if we don't start recycling soon, it will all get wasted on, well, Um It will get wasted, enough said.

Then a friend told me that Earth was only about 4 billion years old and the Sun just a few billion years older than that. Wow, young pups. Someone must have washed those poly-hydro plates for a while before they finaly got used to fill in the earthen landfill down the bend at Milky Way Gardens.

Recycle your life away, the Universe is running out of spare things I heard just the other day that it is shrinking and not only that, something even more dire is going on. Someone has been throwing things out there and no one knows what the heck it is. They call it Dark Matter. Trash, just another word for trash I say. We here in my household have been recycling to save the Universe and here I find out that someone has be cluttering up the place with Dark Matter trash and it is taking up more room than they ever thought it could. Wow, I bet someone is going to have to pay for this!

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On a side note, Someone needs to e.mail GOD and tell him to get busy, It is his turn to take the trash out.

Unconditionaly yours

2007-09-05T15:55:00.000-07:00

Dear Friends,

Many things happen in your life that you can not explain unless you look back and see them as if studying your own history, digging in the dirt of your past, sifting through the dust bin of old forgotten things that got lost when you were not looking, or things that you threw there for a reason. History is all about learning what happened in the past so that you can explain the things that are going on today in some reasonable light, or at least try to understand why things are going like they are now in the present. Personal history is rift with things that we can not explain at the time that they happen and sometimes never can see how they fit into the whole picture.

I am a thinker. I have tuned my mind for years in such a way as to live out my whole storyline in my head long long before I ever put pen to paper and tried to tell others what was going on in my head. Poems are the only thing that I write as they are thought out in general, though I do pen a few essays by just downloading thought to keystroke, like this post.

For years I have been trying to find my history, hunting in dark corners of my mind oft times finding things that I did not know were there and am glad I had forgotten they were there. But recently I have been hunting for the meaning of my life, and though I think I know where my life is headed that is not the topic of this post. Hunting for meaning in my life has led me down the alleyways of the dark places in my mind. History seekers sometimes find things out about the world they are investigating that shock them and shake the norms they have grown up to knowing. So in looking back into your own personal past be careful to remember you might not like what you find out, even though you thought what you knew was unchangable.

More on this general theme in another post.
Charles.

2007-08-25T22:15:00.000-07:00

http://maps.google.ca/maps?f=q&hl=en&geocode=&q=iceland&ie=UTF8&ll=63.970519,-22.574973&spn=0.006441,0.019312&t=h&z=15&om=0

This is a direct link to a picture of somewhere I have lived at in the past. The blue roofed building in the lower right area that is shaped like a U, was once a 7th thru 12th grade Highschool on The Naval Air Station that was at this site. Icelandair had offices there where they landed their planes from international flights. I lived in an apartment complex pictured in the upper left hand corner of the picture. There are two pairs of buildings one pink, on blue, I think the first set (lowerest set) and the Blue Roof was the one we lived in.

I could not find the house we lived in Off-base, the town that we lived in has grown up to much and all the streets have changed. It looks like the town has grown by 3 fold since I lived there in 1974.

Iceland and living there is one of my fondest memories. I have told people that I wanted to retire there, I don't know if that dream is even possible right now. I do know that they have a culture that I do admire, and it has been fairly stable for a while now.

Best wishes all.

Rainy July, Burnt Toast August

2007-08-10T06:38:00.000-07:00

Well the numbers are finally in, July was the wettest month on record for Arkansas in my backyard, for past July's that is. The Arkansas river going through Murrey Lock and Dam had estimated 200,000 Cubic Feet per Second of water. When the normal amount is 34,000 CFpS. It was up every month from April through July. National Drought maps show us not to be in a drought, yet!

But it is the 10th of August and not a drop of rain has hit the parched soils of my backyard yet this month.

Hope your backyard is pleasantly wet and humid and full of August flowers.

The free party canidate runs again

2007-07-10T14:50:00.000-07:00

hush the noise the Lord said and god said in verse Let there be light.
Hush the pain and god said in verse it is finished
Hush the rush and god said .......You have the spirit of fire, tongues of fire.
Hush the rush and vote for the new presidental canidate.
He runs for the F.R.N party
Free Right Now
his friends call him Charles
He goes by that mostly,
Do not send this out to others,
He will not accept money of any kind
No donations
No volunteers need apply, if they do they will work for free tips
Like quips, quotes, wits and end bits of sounds
Going Grass roots on July 19th in venues near and far
Do not vote for in the primary
Only in the main line Popular vote
Vote only once, and do it only once, the main election, write in his name or not
No party, no helpers, no funds, No worries, Just be free and vote.

If he does not win so be it
If he does not win the wind was blowing in spain
If he does not win, he'll be able to enjoy the next four years
If he does win, for more years of changes and
changes and changes Vote Charles E. Owens Jr., Free Right Now.

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From the Streets

2007-07-06T08:26:00.000-07:00

From the streets
An Operation HUSH Publication
Volume 1, July 2007

Who We Are:
We are a chartered Non-Profit Organization. The acronym stands for Homeless United to save the Homeless. Which we intend to do. We are an organization of the Homeless, for the Homeless, by the Homeless.

Our Mission:
To Renew the minds, Restore the dignity, and Repair the Humanity of Former and Current Homeless People, in order to promote Self-Suffiency and Self-Sustainment. A lot of the Homeless are Repeaters. We hope to change this by Destroying the Cycle of Homelessness.

The Forum

Recently we requested a Forum with Mayor Stodala, Bruce Moore(City Manager), and Jimmy Pritchett (Homeless Coordinator), Which they have graciously Granted us. However, It will not be complete without you, Our families and Friends.

The Forum is Scheduled for Wednesday July 11, 2007 at 8:00 Am at the Amphitheater in the River Market District. Please come, As This is an Opportunity for us to share with you some truths concerning Homelessness.

For instance, many of us are not on drugs or alcohol, a lot of us are talented and skilled, we appreciate the hand outs but need and hand UP.

We are currently seeking a base of operation, and prayerfully we will have one very soon. For now, you may contact us at jssgoodrum@yahoo.com . In the future, we will share success stories with you, along with other news from the streets. Meanwhile, we leave you with "One to Chew On". "Some books that were judged by their covers, made the greatest movies".

From The Founder
HUSH was founded on June 7 2006. Since that Time, we have ministered to the homeless wherever they are, However they are. We are a Teaching, Reaching program, as well as a ministry of Restoration and of Reconciliation. We believe in Networking with and Supporting others who believe as we do.

"Everybody is Somebody, Nobody has all the answers, and anybody can so at least one thing well."