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Tuesday, November 30, 2010

People Towels

This website was brought to my attention by The Nature Conservancy's member email. One of the benefits of being a member of the Conservancy is a discount on green products, so I got a three-day supply of People Towels, quick-drying "... 100% organic cotton, reusable personal hand towels that make going green as easy as drying your hands. Switch from paper towels to PeopleTowels to dry your hands in public facilities to save trees, reduce waste, cut CO2 emissions and conserve water."

This I Believe: Reincarnation

I believe each of us is a much vaster Being than we appear in this physical plane; that we incarnate in a limited way because that is the nature of Space/Time, where we perceive things in a linear progression of events. The larger Entity we are has various names in various cultures, but in most spiritual paths there is this belief in a larger self, which manifests only partially as the personality.

We come here to learn something; the family we choose provides the genetic material to build a body similar to the ones we have created in past incarnations, and also the family gives us experience of a certain culture, religion and language, each of which gives new insights into the human condition and through these experiences we become more and more rounded in our beliefs, although during any specific incarnation we may express sectarian views.

After what we call "death", the smaller personality is re-absorbed into the larger self, and the experiences are digested; whatever we have done, felt, thought, and said, is analyzed for its worth to the larger self, and incorporated into the growing body of knowledge for that stream, or thread, which is continuing onward. Some call this the Soul, or Atman.

If we have developed the ability to be consciously aware of and united to the Higher Self, which some would call Buddha and others might term the Christ consciousness, we can participate in the planning of the next incarnation. Before that point, incarnation is given to us by the Higher Self, who has a lesson plan in Mind. If we are on that automatically-generated path, we become unconscious shortly after death, and the process is not conscious.

During the incarnation, each of us makes mistakes, and those very mistakes are the gems of experience, because we learn and grow from them. We can learn from positive acts as well, but only if they are done without ulterior motive, and only if they are done from love of self and others, and not from fear of punishment or retribution. What humans call "evil" is a huge learning experience for all of us, and it cannot be escaped on this plane of opposites. It must nevertheless be opposed. This opposition to evil builds our spiritual muscles.

For most of us, there is one major lesson in each lifetime. Those who have gone through many thousands of lessons find some form of spiritual path and follow it, not for reward but because it is an imperative, Soul-driven desire. The Path we choose is the one that is right for our Soul's work. On that Path, more lessons come in one incarnation than would usually be dealt with. Sometimes, a Soul takes a lifetime off that Path, and refuses to even consider things of the Spirit. That is a lifetime of filling in some gap or gaps that must be healed before the Soul can continue on. Many human beings who perform large and lasting service to humanity need to focus on that service, and they may not appear to be on a spiritual path.

Monday, November 29, 2010

Visit to Cowell

Vivian and I went on a balloon trip ...

She suggested we go see the destruction in Cowell, where some of the prims
in Salazar's beautiful build went physical, so they fell in obedience to physics, instead of staying in place.

Why some prims and not others? Was this a malicious act?

Or was it one of those random screwups of a server?

Or was it an earthquake?

Whatever it was, it is a shame to see this wonderful place broken.

Monday, November 22, 2010

Visconti 1957

I saw this movie this week for the first time, and was delighted by it. It is based upon a Dostoyevsky story of a lonely man (Mastroianni), and a young woman (Maria Schell) who is waiting for her lover (Jean Marais). The song "Thirteen Women ..." is by Bill Haley and the Comets.

Saturday, November 20, 2010

I miss my friends in Second Life. I have no way of knowing why they are incommunicado, so I wander, I build, I wonder. Are they busy? Are they having terrible life troubles? Have I offended them somehow? Have they moved to another world?

I logged into Second Life and found myself in a persistent cloud state. I wandered up to Stephen's Cairn Bluff where I was a cloud visiting a ghost. 

Wednesday, November 17, 2010

The Old Golf Course

Bear and I walked at the Old Golf Course again this afternoon, taking the Northern Path this time. It is mowed enough to keep it from being totally reclaimed by Nature, and its pleasing rough quality attracts Bear and me.

Dulce Domum

No one was home at this tiny burrow in the mowed grass at The Old Golf Course. It put me in mind of Wind in the Willows, Chapter V, Dulce Domum:
Mole reached down a lantern from a nail on the wall and lit it, and the Rat, looking round him, saw that they were in a sort of fore-court. A garden-seat stood on one side of the door, and on the other a roller; for the Mole, who was a tidy animal when at home, could not stand having his ground kicked up by other animals into little runs that ended in earth-heaps. On the walls hung wire baskets with ferns in them, alternating with brackets carrying plaster statuary--Garibaldi, and the infant Samuel, and Queen Victoria, and other heroes of modern Italy. Down on one side of the forecourt ran a skittle-alley, with benches along it and little wooden tables marked with rings that hinted at beer-mugs. In the middle was a small round pond containing gold-fish and surrounded by a cockle-shell border. Out of the centre of the pond rose a fanciful erection clothed in more cockle-shells and topped by a large silvered glass ball that reflected everything all wrong and had a very pleasing effect.

Dallas Dog Headed To Namibia To Save Goats And Sheep From Cheetahs And Save Cheetahs In The Process | FrontBurner

Dallas Dog Headed To Namibia To Save Goats And Sheep From Cheetahs And Save Cheetahs In The Process | FrontBurner

Saturday, November 13, 2010

Texas Highway 87 Followup Report

Last Sunday I emailed a publisher who claimed one could get to Sea Rim Park on Texas Highway 87, which has not been rebuilt since it was mostly destroyed by three hurricanes. The publishers responded to my email saying they are sorry, and that not only was the highway gone, the park itself had been washed away! 

Rosie (1987 - 2005) was the best dog in the world (until Bear). I did not train her well, but as I did not know she needed training, everything was OK.

Friday, November 12, 2010

The Great Profile ...

Heathcliff Montserrat, born Bernie Dramblys, of an ancient Lithuanian  family. He is known in Hollywood as "The Great Profile", for his distinctive trunk, or as they say in the old country, his "magistraliniais".

Wednesday, November 10, 2010

Sam Waits for Harry at Rendezvous

Sam tours Bodega, stops on a barren cliff to await the arrival of his old friend Harry, who has gotten out of prison on parole. Sam is now comfortably well off, has married Treena Biscuit and lives in the suburbs.

Tuesday, November 09, 2010

A Bunneh is Born! An Osprey Poster for Hunneh Bunneh

The Wasteland that Once was Kahruvel

Sam Sloan stands in the bleak emptiness that remains where once the magnificent forest grew, where the dignified tower stood, where the name of Kahruvel hung proudly over the land.

No more ... the land lies abandoned and fallow. This must be attributed to Linden Labs and their callous disregard of Sal's loss of objects that he had labored lovingly to create. They decided he was not important enough to roll back the sims he owned, and now they have lost income (perhaps not a sizeable chunk of it, but nevertheless it is an omen of the future). Many residents of Second Life are moving to other worlds, a diaspora that will probably never be reversed. They built a beautiful world where residents could create freely, then undercut it over and over again.

They hired creative and skilled people then ruthlessly let them go en masse.

They went for the mass audience and have now destroyed the very things that drew that audience. They overcharged and now people are leaving in droves.

Sunday, November 07, 2010

Cryin' over Port Arthur

We went for a drive on a lovely fall day. The plan was, drive to Galveston Bay and from there east to Port Arthur (where Janis was born, y'all). On the two GPS's, one on the dash of the car, and one on my phone, it showed highway 87 going all the way along the shoreline. We had two, not one but two, guidebooks, which also claimed 87 was there. However, when we got there, the cupboard was bare. The highway washed away almost 20 years ago, from Hurricanes Allen, Rita, and Ike, and there are no plans to rebuild because the erosion in the area is 8' per year.

So we ended up in Port Arthur by another route, where we wandered around looking for a restaurant, found one, gave up on going to the two parks we had planned to visit because we were so tired and cranky by that time it seemed beyond us.

The parks were Sea Rim State Park, a marshy area by the bay, and Sabine Pass State Park, which would have been a great place for Bear to run. Never mind, as they say.

We saw beautiful (if you like scrub flats) Gulf Coast Texas along the way (left: beach looking southwest, right: highway going west homeward):

Nothin Changed but the Year ...

Hunneh Bunneh is set in 1927, the year the first Talkie premiered; it is March, and that premiere happens in October, so no one knows the historic change in movies is about to occur. Hunneh's career could be in jeopardy!

Saturday, November 06, 2010

Roaring Hunneh!

Along with her career on the silent screen, Hunneh has worked as a model. Of course Mr. Meow carefully screens any jobs Hunneh takes, for her safety and to protect her reputation!

Thursday, November 04, 2010

Trois Couleurs: Blanc

I really enjoyed this tale and found it intriguing as well as amazing. I do not want to say a lot about it, although anyone can read a synopsis online. I will rate it on Netflix as "I LOVED IT!".

My Name is Khan

The story of this Muslim from India living in San Francisco, married to a Hindu woman, is mostly good, although the Asperger's Syndrome portrayal is a bit much at times. The message gets a bit heavy-handed and obvious, but the beginning and middle are well crafted.

Gamers ROOOL!

Monday, November 01, 2010

Hunneh's Parents

Hortense Lapin, known by her stage name Hunneh Bunneh, keeps a portrait of her parents, Ornette and Yolanda Lapin, who perished in the tragic "Carrottes Flambes" accident at Maxim's. Hunneh was only 17 years old.

After the loss of her parents she emigrated to America, where she became a burlesque entertainer. It was there, in a theatre on Broadway, that she met her mentor, Cecil B. Meow.

Mr. Meow brought her to Hollywood where she became a Silent Screen Star.

From Candide > Osprey > to Me!

TimeScapes: Rapture from Tom Lowe @ Timescapes on Vimeo.