I haven't been aboard for awhile. The war drums sounded in the distance, and their tattoo roused me from slumber. Along with a nagging feeling that I really do not know what is going on in these United States. There is a very dark river flowing well below my docile dreamriver. It is putrid and occult, and is gradually being exposed, to me anyway. Others have been on to it and I'm horrified at the scale and complexity of the sinister tributary. More so, came the realization the drums have been playing for quite some time.
So buckle up pilgrims, there are big changes on the way.
So here is the pitch(es). I suspect they are all screwballs--thrown with abilities I certainly do not understand. I'm talking politics. It may be more interesting this time, but still the same old tired game. I am more sure then ever that there are a chosen few that already know the final score--and will profit from it. All that is required now is a soundtrack and maybe some action figures.
Because anything there I can do, has pretty much already been done. I enjoyed that playground at first. But it became larger than New York City. And the salsa is terrible, lacks any real local flavor, or any flavor for that matter. I came back here and found the lights off and the parking lot empty. A tumbleweed blew across the entry path and I heard a lone wolf howl--it was beautiful.
There were a few commercials running, left over from two years ago. A lot can happen in two years. Who would have ever predicted Donald Trump for president? Reminded me of the Doc's question to Marty when he found Ronald Reagan was the future leader of the free world.
I have been on a Facebook vacation for a week and find it strangely exhilarating. I'm pretty sure this is my new address, again. I have plenty of google history, Pinterest too. I would rather exchange ideas "locally", and maybe discuss some hobby ideas. But I will have to become re-acclimated with blog methods, seems that I have lost some skills. I really need a refresher on image posting, video recommending and live link establishing.
Mathematics has eluded me, frightened me even; and now it is fascinating. Of course, I am not any better at it. But there are stories and philosophies behind it -- and I can get into them; and I have been doing so. Never too late, eh? Mandelbrot is an interesting man, a rebel, although it is difficult to imagine a mathematics rebel. He is messing with people's heads even now. Maybe later I will have something on Feynman. He is right out of a "Men In Black" story line. He Conceived the Mathematics of Roughness by Jim Holt | The New York Review of Books