Editor’s note: The answer to the question of when this thing is going to end is that it ended almost 2 months ago. This so-called thing ended around the second week in November. Everything else has been being annoyed or not having anything better to do because I’m not good at being bored. and, I know I talk about pops alot, but he was a good teacher. For example, he tauight me to be very good to women and not to be shy about helping yourself to the free samples. So now you know. Make some noise for the movement and enjoy the show. Cheers

Experimentation is a good thing. I have been playing with the idea of making some short videos. I don’t know what they mean or anything. But maybe it’s more awesomeness. Have a look, make a comment, do something healthy for yourself or the planet. Just do something good for a change

I have some more of these.  Let’s see how it goes.

Here are some thoughts about accents and what perhaps they mean.

And maybe one or two more of these…

I won’t say much about this one. It’s actually about geometry and baseball fields and common sense. It just kind of comes at an odd time and has a few weird friends talking to me about a few weird ideas. I don’t know what to tell you. Sometimes this just happens and well, we do what we do for literature.

You can probably see by the timestamp but this one actually came after the 4:20. I’m going to put it here just for the texture of it but understand that this was kind of an afterthought. It’s not really about paranoia or believing in conspiracy theories. It’s about recognizing when people are really trying to kill you. I know it’s a shock when they are saying how much they love you and all but words to the wise.

So this is the show closer. I don’t really want to say that this was so much a challenge as a song I really wanted to play. I’m not really looking for anyone to give a crap about me about my music except to have some knowledge that I can play. And then maybe I’m saying something about acoustic instruments and how not spending money on music is perhaps a better way to get closer to one of the most beautiful things in the world. I thought this song was meaningful. I hope it is for you too.

I also think that it’s worth mentioning that this post was a bitch. I started probably before 10:00 a.m. this morning and now it’s after 10:00 p.m. and I’m just coming to the end of something that wasn’t worth the effort. Maybe it was. Maybe this is the thing that tells people the truth and knocks over Domino’s and moves the world in a good direction. Or, I’m just making more noise when I should be quiet. All I wanted to do was play with video a little bit and do a little reading. It was a joke at first and then I kind of got carried away when friends of mine decided to chime in. My so-called friends are always looking for ways for me to use my energy but never actually use their own to help out.

Anyway, this is my contribution for the week. There are other thoughts and such but my upload time is too slow, my mobile access to do this nonsense is non-existent, my word press for doing anything creative is absolutely not possible and even though the creative parts of this were fun to do, sharing it is catch as catch can at best. It’s just so much work to do something that text does a million times better. Okay, you didn’t have to do the work or maybe you even learned how to do the work of reading and maybe the song was kind of cool. And some of it I think was pretty funny, at least to me. I’m just saying that being literate is not such a bad thing in this video shit is for the birds.

Complaints while gathering wood
(audio only, no text)

You can’t really hear the dog howling. At the end when there is that big 1 minute of silence. The microphone at least without enhancement is not loud enough to hear that there was a dog howling. The dog started howling the moment I shut up and allowed the microphone to capture the moment. It might not be sensitive enough. I’ll check it. But one other point about this video or audio sample is that this is really what my house sounds like except for my neighbors and their cars. You are not listening to the inside of a studio, you are listening to the sound of my world and if the microphone was a little better, I do get to be a bit like Jacob Collier sometimes. Sometimes, I get to call nature to do their thing because every living thing here seems to be somehow connected to me in a very beautiful way. Like sometimes, they know when to speak their lines. Or it’s not that they are connected to me but rather, we are simply connected. Just like that.

Oh and there was a second mistake. The cat was living in the woodshed. That was what that bird gift was about. That cat remembered that I did not want it in my house but old Rizhi remembered that it wanted to be here. Really similar to the story of Tai Lung. Tai Lung is of course the famous villain from Kung Fu Panda. My daughter and I found him when he was very small and weak on the street and we brought him home and took care of him. Well, we took him to my apartment and he lived with me and she lived with her mom. TL was a great cat. But go figure, he was always getting into fights. He didn’t mind if the cat was bigger than him. If he saw something that was wrong, he went for it and eventually got bit for it. A bigger cat eventually drove him out of his house. I think a car hit him but he crawled all the way home with a broken leg and lived in the bushes near the house just because it was his home. Eventually, somebody found him in recognized him and told my daughter about him and he was back in the house. Well, until he met his end. People get funny sometimes about being made to leave their homes for whatever reason. Maybe we should just leave well enough alone already.

Literally I said something like just like that at the very end and it was just after I said that that the phone quit. It’s an old phone and the battery is not doing so good. But it was very musical when it quit because it was just after the dogs howled. So we didn’t hear that. And then we also didn’t hear the giant tractor starting out on the access road or that clever fellow who needed a chainsaw to cut his wood about 3 km away. None of that stuff ended up on the recording either. Just the sound me crunching through the snow so I have enough wood. And yes, as these words are being written, I’m working on a nice big blaze. It is nice to have a fireplace in your room in cold winters.

Dedicated to vegan journalists in Florida who no doubt work somewhere other than The Tampa Bay Times. Rizhi means orange in the local way of speaking. If I were in Tampa, I’d vote for this cat right here rather than, you know, Pumpkinhead. So the king lives here again. Long love the lion-tiger king.

The beautiful mind theory is bullshit

If you’ve watched the movie, the inspiration for the John Nash theory comes in a club where one extremely beautiful blonde comes in with four of her friends and they absolutely know they own the place. Well, our crew of pesky intellectuals realize that they are going to have a problem having sex because their opposing force is too well organized. So John Nash comes up with the theory that if they ignore the most beautiful girl, no one gets jealous and everyone is appreciative to get some attention. In this way he says that you work both for your individual interests and for the group.

Well this is all well and good but what if he really wanted that girl. You know, the girl. What if you knew you were the guy and when you saw the girl, any other girl would be a waste of time.

The problems with the Nash theory begin at least as far as Hollywood was concerned in their way of explaining things so idiots like us could understand it is that they are focusing on the meat instead of the ideology. They are attaching a theory of applying some measure of socialism to capitalism but they are using human beings to prove it.

The first flaw in the argument is based upon desire. If we have one individual who feels great desire, he inherently does not immediately go along with his compatriots And he certainly doesn’t need to ask their permission.

If a person feels their own attraction, to even believe it is part of a group action diminishes not only the person that you would try to get with but yourself as well. Even that thing that you’re looking for, that sense of relief and freedom, is individual in nature. If you manage intimacy, only you and your direct partner(s) even eels it.

And Nash probably built the whole thing as a ruse to seperate himself from others. Fagots and harlots will believe anything that removes their responsibility for their actions.

It’s not possible to do this for national pride. Literally, believing in group desire means one can only achieve groups of people, which in and of itself destroys individuality and therefore pride. You can’t be told to be proud, one must feel it in your own heart and mind. Who cares what anyone else thinks. You are the doer and what you do is what counts.

The act of desire is an individual one. “We” don’t feel it because we can’t feel it. Only one person feels it. Yes, we can feel another empathetically. And this is true both for maybe sexual feelings and also for fear of violence. You know, like sports. Of course coercion exists. But again, others involved feel it at their own level and within their own sense of taste or need. You can create group excitement, which is obviously what the girls were thinking. The only part of the Nash theory that actually solves problems is the one that says if youcan think like a woman, you can get laid. And get a job doing atomic missile telemetry and code breaking for the nazis who were running things in the states at the time.

Or in other words, if you actually want pussy, the government is the only one paying enough to support your family so, get your values straight or enjoys the fall, bro.

The second flaw in the argument is invoking a sense of socialism where obviously capitalism, the personal achievement of goal, is the initial desire. The argument assumes pure individuality at the appearence of actual women. Boom shakalak boom, whoops, there it is, which of course only causes chaos and violence as the men fight for the women and the women refuse the men because they are enjoying watching them fight, the reason for coming as a group in the first place. You add some sense of kindness in order to create a world of kindness. But the flaw is that the world is not kind and therefore there is need for both a bar and for groups of women to go there to drink just to get laid or find a husband, which is the genuine economic reason for the women to be in the bar in case the men didn’t realize.

The beautiful mind argument also fails to realize that women are on a slower reproductive cycle than men. There is no possible way the women came into the bar with the same motivation as the men and you don’t have to be a genius to understand that.

The answer is hurling. If you look up and see her or believe she might be her, get up and shoulder your way through and say hi and don’t worry about anyone else because that’s what she wants and that’s what you want and let the group go fuck itself.

And yes, make sure to hurt her before she hurts you. Beautiful mind argument solved.

Ok… Vegan torah on day 5 (From: Chabad.org)

Jethro first pertion (actually wednesday. Sorry, this was for the class.)

Editor’s note: you know nothing of pain until you have tried doing a big document on WP. Do you think your wife has moods? Do you have a teenage daughter? What level of hell do you live in economically where the suffering is unending. To even pretend that some sense of style or taste exists is nothing to the WP people. They are there to absorb your energy and laugh at how feeble and foolish you are. I’m doing this shit while trying to get Matisyahu straight and at tempo and I’m about ready to bust some ass. WP, explain it to me one fucking time. Are you a free application or do I have to pay you money for this shit to work right? Because you can either direct me to a human being who knows how to do this shit or maybe I’m going to make you my project next year. Let’s go after the fucking online industry and we will see where the money goes! Get it? What I’m trying to tell you is I’m not going back into that jungle again. Not for a million dollars and a house on the hill. I’m not going back into this thing in a text editor, in a visual editor, in one of their other funky weird ass editors that you have to download and order to edit something and no, I’m not going to try and bring my own text into there because that must be something that exists somewhere else because it sure as fuck doesn’t exist here on my shit ass computer. Motherfucker!

I’m sorry. It’s true. I do suffer from PTSD. I had PTSD when I came here and then I lost it for a while and then they gave it back to me and now they won’t let me live a day without it. They also refuse to let me take anything that actually solves this or even allows me, as a Jew living in a place where we were allowed to live for half a century based on someone else’s mood, that it would be a cool idea to deprive us of weather that made sense in the Torah. They just make rules. Did you do something good? We can fuck with that. Do you have something of value? Can we turn it into garbage fast enough? Can we kill you fast enough? Are we brutal enough for you? Can you feel me banging on your head with a ball peen motherfucking hammer?

I think maybe I fucked up. I have to introduce the rest of the show but I think I fucked up the mood. I’m sorry, I’m a good MC and I can tell really good drunk stories I think. Go ahead and enjoy or be thrilled or take absolutely personally to the bottom of your soul the rest of our street theater performance. I think we’re calling this one visual media. And I am two days into practicing King Without a Crown and I’ve only got two or three nitpicky spots left and I’m already at tempo. Don’t fuck with G. G will get you in the end, so to speak.

How Eric Sim and I understood that we were brothers from another mother

This problem of how hard we work to make films is continuing. The basic idea is that I don’t really mind recording myself but there does seem to be a point where at least a little bit of editing helps. You can make a mistake along the way and you’re not really hurting anybody by not mentioning every last little piece of information that goes in there. And then there are all of the mechanical and technical failures. Nevertheless, here is another film that I put together in a new direction. This one was pure improvisation kind of as if I was doing exactly what I was doing right now except no words appear. That was a technical thing that can be repaired. I mean, I can actually make a movie of me doing this writing like I’m doing and that would be cool too. But in the meantime, here is a film that is not really that visually interesting unless maybe you think it is. And who knows, maybe we edit it in the future and we put all kinds of pictures in it. In the meantime, just like all of these films, I just stared at my phone.

Here is my first effort at improvising on the subject of Eric Sim.

And then it occurred to me that I should check out the latest works from our two heroes.

Here is momentum’s latest video

And then we have Trevor Bauer’s latest effort. If we are looking at Walmart being a sponsor, I’m thinking Cincinnati is where he is heading. Either that or it’s just me and they are offering him everything humanly possible to be as white and Christian as a human being can be. I’ve seen it before. I see it everyday. Anti-semitism has long long fingers and even guys trying desperately to be good in the public eye tend to represent great ideals such as gentrification, the destruction of the American dream, the removal of vested interest from local communities and the extinction of the idea that a man was free to make a world for himself. Kind of ironic but nobody ever accused ball players of being intellectual, right Trev?

Dealing with the mess I have caused

I don’t know how all of this is going to work out but here is a second mostly improvised piece about Bauer and Sim and I’m probably going to go to hell for this but I had more fun doing this one. This video is also hosted on Google. I’m working on doing an embed that works so I can get rid of YouTube which is a pain in the ass to work with without too much coming back. This is the video mentioned in the above video and honestly, just get out of the chairs and you’ll do fine.

San Francisco 34 Detroit 31

I’m kind of remiss. I saw a very famous football playoff game at Candlestick Park where the Dallas Cowboys scored two touchdowns in the last 2 minutes to take the game away from the 49ers. I’ve been to put it into this somewhere and I guess I just have. I have another film that has to do with dealing with the 49ers in the playoffs this year. What is the truth? I don’t even know. But here is another 20 minute film hosted on Google.

The 49ers won and the Lions lost

And a small audio piece called The End of Hope. Theoretically, I could see myself just working from audio with animation or even just clipart, not Microsoft clipart but just clipping stuff out of the public domain as a visual teaser. I really thought that I could sell practical English with videos. Maybe I was crazy. You can check out my channel though.

420 improvisation

Here is a good idea to have a good time at 4:20

You know, I feel like I’m running some kind of variety show here. The only difference is that if I were doing this on Google docs, this thing that I do, this street theater literature business or whatever you want to call it could be done on a schedule for good or for bad and not only with myself. There’s just something wrong with the situation that I can’t get away with it somehow. Maybe it’s me but if I put something here on a blog or even if I just keep doing these as individual blogs if I just keep blogging, people say oh boy this is a great blogger his stuff is great maybe. But I’m not really a blogger. I’m a writer. I write. I write physically. I physically take the trouble to explain things so they appear on paper and you can go back and read it again and check it to see if it’s true. I’m not an entertainer per say although I can try to be entertaining in my writing. I’m also not an influencer though I can try to do that. But I can also talk about my qualifications as a doctor or a lawyer or any other thing in the world but in the end I am just explaining my thoughts so they can be read by another person. You can look at my logic and you can say it is right or it is not right. I’m just saying there’s a big difference between staring at pictures or watching video and dealing with the logic of what is going on. Not the physical stimulation of being able to observe, your own integration with the intent and meaning of what you are reading. Is this true or not? When you see it in writing, you get to ask these questions.

Having said this. Remember I wrote it before I actually put the previous two links for you. I understand we are time traveling again. But I hope you have enjoyed the journey thus far. I tried to make my guests feel good and welcome and to let them know I appreciate their company.

Four freakish but fantastically phenomenal films for your next falafel party

I have four more films that I will share with you. It’s about an hour of material and they are all readers I believe with possibly a little editing in there. I don’t know if I’m going to create any more for this or if I get industrious enough to figure out how to do embeds for Google docs. This is both for the Google doc document itself and the ability to create an embed to a video I host myself. Is this boring technical stuff?

I just want to know if this is good filmmaking. The first play I wrote for Belarus was no money. The first play I wrote was no money. All of my plays have been no money except for the films. Happiness and Nadia definitely cost money. Paradise is probably animation already. But here is a storyteller and you get to look at the words and even some pictures as you listen to the story. I say you can just read the stories yourself but, some people find this sort of thing comforting because this has been comfort for about 10,000 years.

Grandmothers from the future

Sex and Remiz

Okay, I can’t stand it. Seriously, my mother used to tell these stories where she was a hero and we would listen to her like get the fuck out of here, we were there and there is no way that this is true. I need to tell you that I pitched four innings of Little League ball and I never gave up a hit. That’s right, as a pitcher, no one ever got a hit off me. Now later on, I actually did blow out my arm playing strikeouts with Steve. One time Steve hit a home run off me and I just laughed and he asked me why I was laughing and I told him it was because he was never going to get another hit off me again. I’m just saying I know something about pitching but not really. When they took me out of the game, I was losing 6 to 4 because I had walked or hit so many guys. In the fourth inning with basis loaded, some future Dodger fan yells at me If I knew I had a no hitter or not. I was laughing so hard I couldn’t stop. I think, mercifully, I got glasses a little later that year.

And then I have a problem with the last two. These first two were okay. I have no qualm. But both of these last two mean something and I think it’s a matter of how we wish to end this show. Okay, I’m going to make the call. I’m going to play the hard one and then we’re going to go to the 19th hole for a ripping yarn of a golf story as a happy ending.

Forced to talk to my neighbors

Is God against golf in Belarus?

You know, having finished that story I’m wondering if God thought I wanted to play Hurley. Interesting. My partner wouldn’t play so God stepped in. Crazy stuff.

And this just because it’s too beautiful not to share.

And then amidst a round of applause that was just obscene already, our hero came out to take a bow. Yeah, he was thinking of Jacob Collier and maybe he would lead everybody in some song or other. But that’s just a bat flip and that’s just not what G is about. So instead he made a nice speech that was not really a thank you as much as it was an acknowledgment of being acknowledged.

Listen, thank God for toilet paper. Even this Russian toilet paper I have which doesn’t take shit from anyone which is an old joke but even this brutal shit is nice to have when your nose is running and you’re crying a bit. It’s also an awesome fire starter. Laugh, cry, blow your nose, check your ass and then boof, the next fire goes up like California, one match and it’s all over. I know, funny haha or funny Jesus Christ, right?

Here are some videos from my YouTube history today that seem to say I’m a good influencer.

Editor’s note: The following is in a really bad Irish accent.

Now listen, I can’t say that this is a flip of the Hurley because I think it would be incredibly bad form to even think about throwing your Hurley away. I’m just saying that if we measure the length of that and consider that I can only play left-handed right now, I just want to know two things. I’m saying it was a three. But I’m also asking you to look where that slioter landed. Where else? Where else indeed?

This is more time traveling really because it’s about a week later than the original essays were written about Bauer and Sim. But, what can I say? I’m also digging the girl in the green shirt but I just don’t know who her name is or who she is attached to. Can she hit a curve ball? Who is she? Anyway, Eric is losing weight, isn’t he?

But then again, how about Miyazaki covering third in the upcoming elections about who is who and what is what in the greatest baseball league on the planet, Janet.

Right, it seems I have mentioned music a few times or about playing guitar. So there was this.

I’m thinking that my friend Pete from Staten Island is watching the World Trade Center fall down again but this time he is holding a wrench in one hand and a bolt in the other and he’s wondering if maybe he could have been more diligent in his work that day.

By the way, Jim, I found a weird trick for vegans to try. Apricots. While you’re doing your stir fry and you’re thinking about making it a little spicy, throw in five or six dried apricots and then when you come upon one when you’re eating, tell me what that feels like in your mouth?

And even the journalistic vegans have started to get a little bit sarcastic and direct when talking to people who are unfortunately impaired due to substance abuse.

But wait, there is more.

But then why stop if you don’t have to? Especially when you have yet another zipperhead who thinks their mouths are their most useful organs.

But then this happened…

About the Paul Gilbert interview, and Mr beato, and I’m sorry but Google just refuses to capitalize names or even understand yours. There is a story in the Bible about a guy named Hillel. And the gist of at least part of the story, and he was a great teacher, was that as a student, he didn’t have the money to go to school so he would climb up on the roof and learn by looking through the skylight. And once it was so cold that he almost died and only because one child looked up and saw that he was suffering and begged the teacher to let him in where he could be warm. I think the last part of that story was bullshit but the Hillel part was real. Just saying. Atlanta? Atlanta?

And then just this. I wrote to Mr Levin and Mr Levin wrote back to me with a mood. What did he say exactly? Don’t worry about me. No, he said don’t worry about us. We are doing just fine without your help. Or he said something like that and I know I could look it up but it was in that spirit. It was not fuck you, but it was with this sort of smile. It had a lilt to it, a little bit of humor even. I knew something was up when I read it. I don’t even remember what video I commented on. But this was the next one that he released.

Meanwhile back in shithole reality…

Hi everybody. Donald j Pumpkin Grower here blogging from the toilet. I know I have to keep this short and sweet but I just want to say how beautiful nature is. And when I finally got up, I had one of these really good breakfasts which is basically soup heated up in a pan with something that gives it some better texture or spice and eating with some salads or whatever. Just exactly what I needed.

And then I stepped outside and I noticed two things that were really interesting. The first was that it smelled like gasoline. The world just smelled like gasoline. I asked myself why, in the midst of the whitest winter this country has had in maybe 20 years that the smell of gasoline should be in the air. I looked and I saw that the neighbor’s car was still there. Certainly it wasn’t them Maybe it was a neighbor. Somebody was putting gasoline in the air again.

And then I noticed that there is that damn problem that happens when you have snow that melts but then freezes again. This is called ice. So, yes, the big water barrel is still lying down because it’s still a solid block of ice and I still have to make my way around it but now it is slippery as hell. Yes, I think I’ve broken my wrist not from this but from something else and I really need some medical attention. But before I turned the corner, I heard a sound. It was in fact my neighbor putting the car in gear and rolling away. That stench that fills the air with gasoline, it was exactly from her car. She of course had to let it run because cars need to be allowed to warm up. And of course this is especially true when there is no warm air convection bringing it upwards and away from us all. Just another post breakfast gift. Just another wreath of flowers for my victory lap.

But then later this happened…

I think this reputation business is overrated. I am not a good instagrammer and I am a terrible influencer because I’m just too confusing. But then again, maybe I know something. Here is an audio that I didn’t have any choice but to make even though it might be against my better judgment to do so. It’s about little league baseball.

And this because you guys need pictures.

And then there was the epiphany about hurling.

Let’s be honest. You can’t fight God. You can’t fight nature. You should not even try. You also can’t fight the algorithm. It’s confusing when you are an insomniac and you are an insomniac because the most interesting part of your day is the night. And it’s not even that the night should be that interesting but you know, the daytime really sucks because because. Editors note about how it’s my responsibility to convince myself that I don’t live in a shit world is noted and taken along with all the other worthless advice that exists on my algorithm should I stay there too long. But if I open the phone and the first thing that wants to talk to me is allowed to talk to me, I am G, I only get the best stuff. And irony of ironies, absolutely no one is arguing my taste.

This morning it was about hurling. And it was one of those reaction videos. A reaction video is where we get to look at someone’s face and we absorb their enthusiasm for something. We ourselves are not really capable of diving into the vast wasteland of informationville and agree that it’s nothing but fashion, trash, the liberals trying to get ahead and everyone trying to tell us that we’re not allowed to love God or our own country. And that guns are good, cars are good, restaurants are good, fashion is fucking awesome etc etc etc. And yes, Kurt Vonnegut for the etc and the so-ons.

But the guy was talking about hurling. I’m not going to talk about the guy because because. I don’t really care about that guy except that I love him for taking a stab at hurling because it seems to be some kind of conspiracy theory that the greatest sport that ever was or ever will be exists on the planet but neither the fucking Russians or the fucking Americans or even the fucking South Americans for that matter or anyone anywhere except maybe in Africa because I’m pretty sure they have their version of this, 100%, Even seems to know about this. I wasn’t told about this? I was hint hint nudge nudge Maybe I should play rugby. But no one told me about this! And when I was hit and fungus over the gymnasium roof learning to be a launch angle maniac, where the fuck was the sport where I got to do it while running?!?!

And this is the link for the page of rules in the no text audio. Oh yeah, here is the no text audio about hurling, culture and God.

The perfection of hurling

And even one more shout out to Ben Levin who loves sharing thoughts about the process of creating something beautiful out of thin air like a genuine wizard.

Hey Ben,

I respect youth. Let’s keep our mind on the future and let’s not be so quick to consume. Ecology forever.

But as quick as I can, I pulled this Matisyahu out of my head at 102.5 BPM. But when I juxtaposed the beat against his beat, I came out with an ever so ironic 100. As in I give 100%. Who can argue with such nuance? But, if we know our target is 100 BPM, even if I’m not 20 anymore, I’m a musician, right?

Wednesday about 130pm after 10 repetitions

Audio only and we are going out to Rick piatto on this one just because I can’t get his face off of my algorithm. Rick, I’ve listened to all of Paul Gilbert’s interviews. We have all been listening and listening and listening and listening. Here’s 14 minutes from my music school.

And actually I think I finished with 4 hours to spare. That’s the thing about endurance sports. You learn a lot about yourself when you dig down deep and sometimes when you look at something and you say it’s just not going to happen it does but it won’t do it all by itself. This being said, I’m kind of tired of being the guy who does all the go getting. It seems this is a common complaint among my children as well. It seems kind of systemic to be pushed in Jews to make them do something because you know, you want to hurt them before they hurt you. But maybe, just maybe, it’s better than a punch in the head to listen to someone who might be smarter than you. I mean, I don’t mean to offend your ego but if you can do this, show me. Bring your best game and show me the shine on your wife’s face and the ease in her manner as she walks across the room and then you tell me who is who and what is what and who can do what and who should be doing what and who’s a fat cunt and who is, you know, a damn good man.

Bottle flip challenge final try.

Such an influencer

And at 7:20 the idea came to mind to open my camera roll at least from the last 15 minutes. I hope you don’t mind but I wanted to find out exactly how much of an influence I have been. I really had to work at this one. Sometimes it took even two clicks or even three before I picked up these images. If you don’t see it, you can’t read. And check out the fire…

Addition to the influences and shout outs

There is an issue of conflict with my northern friends with whom I worked providing English text on top of Russian independent journalism. The actual editorial policy of the paper itself is blurry. I don’t like to deceive others and I don’t really like to deceive myself. There is an argument whether they graciously accept a certain amount of information from the Russian military and economic issues between the country to go along with the truth of their dedication to ecology. Or is this indeed an economic enterprise first and foremost and perhaps even they don’t pay for me and I get to be a pinch hitter on someone else’s nickel. All of this is fine but I think what I’m saying is we are finding a lot of silence from them and everyone connected to them even though it would certainly seem as if the subject at hand was worth talking about. And I am not trying to be someone else and I am not challenging the editor of that paper for anything. I wouldn’t take his job for all the tea in China. I just want to know what the editorial policy really is up in Norway concerning your relationship with the Russians and exactly how important are those resources to continuing life in Norway at that next level way of life that y’all enjoy up there. No jealousy by the way but you already knew that, right Atlee? Tennis.

By the way, please see:

The Green 2021/Utopian project
https://green2021.org

The Sklad
https://green2022.org

And the language teacher
https://practical-english.org

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PEBelarus@gmail.com

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Skype:
suchalife19 (sms only please)

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Try my email or PayPal.
https://www.paypal.me/pebelarus

And the device is a xiaomi redmi note 7 pro
And the comp is still a Lenovo G500 with a hardrive

It aint about the money, cheers