I spent a lot of time a and effort posting on the dangers of superstition and for sure it is what you fill in the gaps in with. And now, not wanting to put humanity down too much, we must know very little of the whole of what there is to know. So our science, ini its entirety, must be pretty much comparable to one tear of frustration in the ocean. In fact I may be being a tad generous here. If we divide the tear of frustration, place it on a sheet of glass, now smear it until the tiniest visible piece we can detect, then go drop that in the ocean we may be closer to the truth. But we do know something. Now imagine the scale of stuff we don't know. The stuff that isn't that smear. It makes most people not bother trying to know anything much.
There are also two kinds of knowing. Knowing how and knowing that. This micro moisture smear is what we know that. An example of knowing that is knowing that leeds is in Yorkshire. Knowing how is a never ending practice like knowing how to play the guitar. The leeds Yorkshire thing is done and you need not attend to it again unless you have to sit a geography exam or something. Guitar playing, painting, cabinet making, glass blowing are never complete. You never know it all. It can also fool the arrogant, "yeah, I can play guitar".
There are many who will argue that know how isn't real knowledge. The remnants of the class system still look down on a person who works with their hands as if they can be operated without a brain.
So if our droplet of knowledge is all we truly 'know', then everything else we fill in the gaps with (and remember there's a whole universe of them out there) is superstition, at best educated guess.
A life spent in pursuit of knowledge (know that) is interesting but I am glad that I chose a know how pursuit as my life's work. I am proud to be a maker. I spend a lot of time as a hobby reading to gain knowledge so as I can spout off on my blog but my 'knowing thats' are not in the same realm of confidence I have in my making. I also know that my learning in making can have no conclusion.
Know how is empowering too. Nothing makes me smile more than a money man with some broken utensil essential to their journey, be it a car or a door.
Saturday, 6 September 2014
Dook and me
I think its called breaking your dog or you broke your dog. Basically knackered it out. Unless you've had a sled dog you will not have a clue. Yesterday dook had had a number of walks, 7 odd miles in spaces throughout the day. No where near enough. As soon as we went to bed he was nestling down for half hour them pacing about for twenty minutes, another snooze then a stomp. He just has far more energy than me on a bad or even average day. When I got him, I'm 49, I was aware it was my last chance to own and enjoy the camaraderie of a semi wild beast which essentially they are. Any older and I wouldn't have strength. Finally at 5 am I gave in, had a quick cup of tea then set off in to the darkness. Few cars are about then so less lead time in the quater mile to Victoria park. Here I let him run loose in the children's (no dogs) zone but no one is there and I clear any mess. He lets rip and tears across the field at any ground sat wildlife. At 5 the gulls, ravens and pigeons aren't up yet so we swing it in to the next field of vic park. No dog walkers are out yet. A bit of ball play gives him his chance to demonstrate his grace.
Lead again for a few more streets, constant instinctual husky pull, handy on the hills, a skateboard would be cool. Must be half hour before we hit the hills proper. Here you can see all across holcombe, chantry, Mells, whatley, small villages dot the rolling green. The earliest dog owners generally are out at about 6 so 5 gives you the virgin world. I find the lost money and cigarettes. It would be me who found the body. I almost expect to see a hanging man where the small shrine left for a 21 year old lad who topped himself . There's a railway line above and I don't know if he threw himself in front of the speeding locomotive ensuring a drivers lifetime of bad dreams, or if he used a noose from the steel structure. There are no great fixing points so he may have chosen the sturdy bough of one of the many oaks, beech, ash or even sycamore though its shorter grain makes it an awkward three for tree surgery. Sycamores short grain means, if you do go for a neck snap hanging, make sure its a decent branch. Most self hangings are lynchings themselves which can take half an hour. Back in the days when lynching was the preferred method of execution The hangman would famously turn a blind eye to the more popular condemned men to allow the women and children to swing on his legs and briefed his misery by a considerable time. Less popular executed men were circled by a tight ring of men to prevent such kindness. Why the average suicide doesn't opt for the long drop and In stant death I can only guess that it seems less gentle. Perhaps the self destructor desires the half hours final contemplation. That would make a kind of sense. Albert Pierepoint, britains most prolific hangman of the twentieth century prided himself on the time of the journey from the holding cell, belting thatms, hood,noose, platform lever at an average of 12 seconds. I believe 7 seconds was his record. A humane kind of pride in a dark corner of our world. Alberts uncle worked out a table to calculate rope length to physique of the man to be executed. Albert perfected this and a few glances in to the holding cell were sufficient to gauge the perfect length. Prior to this all sorts of horrors took place from decapitation to lynching. Visiting this shrine as I regularly do fills me with shame at what I had considered.
If day is breaking around this point you can have the joy of disturbing roosting buzzards the lucky walker sand find these vast glories of nature taking off for more open ground. One seldom gets that c lose to these mmagnificent creatures. My brother found two on seperate occasions buzzards with broken wings. One didnt last more than a few days but the other was about ready to return to the wild. Sadly, two cars of uninvited party guests arrived and the bird freaked out and battered itself beyond repair. Sad story. We were living in Cornwall, I'd left school and home on the same day and after six months sofa surfing grouped up with my closest mates and rented a cottage in central Cornwall, well off the beaten track. This was a wonderful time of awakening for a city boy like me. Cutting firewood with bowsaw and axe which I did each day, was what got me interested in wood as a material. Our kids room was full of buzzard shit.
Me and Dook cut up the other side of the valley. Just starting to get light. Its a fantastic valley, largely invisible due to its green shroud. But I find spots to get a good perch. Once I can get a new laptop I'll post some good photos.
We're briefly back on a minor road, across a stream, then back up the hill to the clover fields. Dook has got his rocks of more or less by now and isn't charging through brambles with no consideration for personal injury chasing young deer, rabbit, squirrel. Once in the clover fields a few If the earlier dog walkers were out. Dog politics is a right confused mess. From what i have seen, in an open field, if both dogs are off leads, there will be play and never a fight. If you both have them on leads you stretch your arms off as they pull to go day hello to each other. Then, finally, one on a lead and one off. General,y in an open space, dogs should be off leads. On streets practicality means leads are necessary. Then there are the places no one is quite, open spaces with tight paths. Here anarchy prevails. The Dip comes to mind.
Back home for eight so I guess that's ten miles or so. I shall test but will be woken shortly.
Lead again for a few more streets, constant instinctual husky pull, handy on the hills, a skateboard would be cool. Must be half hour before we hit the hills proper. Here you can see all across holcombe, chantry, Mells, whatley, small villages dot the rolling green. The earliest dog owners generally are out at about 6 so 5 gives you the virgin world. I find the lost money and cigarettes. It would be me who found the body. I almost expect to see a hanging man where the small shrine left for a 21 year old lad who topped himself . There's a railway line above and I don't know if he threw himself in front of the speeding locomotive ensuring a drivers lifetime of bad dreams, or if he used a noose from the steel structure. There are no great fixing points so he may have chosen the sturdy bough of one of the many oaks, beech, ash or even sycamore though its shorter grain makes it an awkward three for tree surgery. Sycamores short grain means, if you do go for a neck snap hanging, make sure its a decent branch. Most self hangings are lynchings themselves which can take half an hour. Back in the days when lynching was the preferred method of execution The hangman would famously turn a blind eye to the more popular condemned men to allow the women and children to swing on his legs and briefed his misery by a considerable time. Less popular executed men were circled by a tight ring of men to prevent such kindness. Why the average suicide doesn't opt for the long drop and In stant death I can only guess that it seems less gentle. Perhaps the self destructor desires the half hours final contemplation. That would make a kind of sense. Albert Pierepoint, britains most prolific hangman of the twentieth century prided himself on the time of the journey from the holding cell, belting thatms, hood,noose, platform lever at an average of 12 seconds. I believe 7 seconds was his record. A humane kind of pride in a dark corner of our world. Alberts uncle worked out a table to calculate rope length to physique of the man to be executed. Albert perfected this and a few glances in to the holding cell were sufficient to gauge the perfect length. Prior to this all sorts of horrors took place from decapitation to lynching. Visiting this shrine as I regularly do fills me with shame at what I had considered.
If day is breaking around this point you can have the joy of disturbing roosting buzzards the lucky walker sand find these vast glories of nature taking off for more open ground. One seldom gets that c lose to these mmagnificent creatures. My brother found two on seperate occasions buzzards with broken wings. One didnt last more than a few days but the other was about ready to return to the wild. Sadly, two cars of uninvited party guests arrived and the bird freaked out and battered itself beyond repair. Sad story. We were living in Cornwall, I'd left school and home on the same day and after six months sofa surfing grouped up with my closest mates and rented a cottage in central Cornwall, well off the beaten track. This was a wonderful time of awakening for a city boy like me. Cutting firewood with bowsaw and axe which I did each day, was what got me interested in wood as a material. Our kids room was full of buzzard shit.
Me and Dook cut up the other side of the valley. Just starting to get light. Its a fantastic valley, largely invisible due to its green shroud. But I find spots to get a good perch. Once I can get a new laptop I'll post some good photos.
We're briefly back on a minor road, across a stream, then back up the hill to the clover fields. Dook has got his rocks of more or less by now and isn't charging through brambles with no consideration for personal injury chasing young deer, rabbit, squirrel. Once in the clover fields a few If the earlier dog walkers were out. Dog politics is a right confused mess. From what i have seen, in an open field, if both dogs are off leads, there will be play and never a fight. If you both have them on leads you stretch your arms off as they pull to go day hello to each other. Then, finally, one on a lead and one off. General,y in an open space, dogs should be off leads. On streets practicality means leads are necessary. Then there are the places no one is quite, open spaces with tight paths. Here anarchy prevails. The Dip comes to mind.
Back home for eight so I guess that's ten miles or so. I shall test but will be woken shortly.
Friday, 5 September 2014
Wednesday, 3 September 2014
Getting socially ostrasized
The swiftest way to find yourself expelled from any social club or community is the revelation, accidental or otherwise of mental illness. Its the new black. The new gay.
Back Yourself
I've spent a long time going on about superstition in the past but its time to abandon rational. It gets me no where. It is clearly there for a reason. Gut feelings are a lot quicker than reason. Intuition. Around age 27 I used to advance its virtues and now,after an atheist stint I find myself returning to the gut instinct. Trust yourself.
Monday, 1 September 2014
Mums Funeral
Just remembered my mums funeral. I didn't know anyone there much. Maybe they were her mates from when they were nineteen but all strangers to me. My gran always hated my mother marrying beneath her. Hated me dad and what it meant. As a kid I never knew about class.
After they'd burnt her body, me, my sister and our kid went back to our house where he'd done his best to tidy up and put on a few sandwiches. No one come. So after a bit my dad says you may as well go down your grams. I presume he went to the pub on his open for a drink with his mates.
I went to the woods. Sat around, popped in my grans but I knew no one there. Our family dispersed at that point.
In a way I see why the Jews seldom intermarry. There was nothing between those people. Nothing. I can't imagine my mums side of the family with their clean walk to wall carpets and ornaments to replace where should be art. Class can not inter marry any more than Jew and Arab.
I still hurt for my dad. They really loved each other, my mum and dad. I never heard them argue. If only cancer hadn't come and destroyed all our lives.
That's not quite true. I liked my uncle Nigel. He helped design The Blackburn buccaneer, a bit like the spitfire. He was my mothers brother. We would have connected later in life. I feel a bit robbed. I've got our kid,I ought to get to know my sister better and I've sort of made up with my dad.i see now his heart got broken and he couldn't handle it alone. He turned to alcohol. I don't blame him. It must have been hell. That's why I've never had kids. Its great if all goes well but life can be bad, and you are stuck with it. I don't know if losing a parent at such a young age, ( I was12 when she finally died but it was a protracted death of operations, radio therapies and chemo therapies so Shepard left the home and we were fending for ourselves from 9) gives you a downward look on life. A cynical view, that e even if times seem good it is a temporary break before the return of the bad luck and ill fortune.
After they'd burnt her body, me, my sister and our kid went back to our house where he'd done his best to tidy up and put on a few sandwiches. No one come. So after a bit my dad says you may as well go down your grams. I presume he went to the pub on his open for a drink with his mates.
I went to the woods. Sat around, popped in my grans but I knew no one there. Our family dispersed at that point.
In a way I see why the Jews seldom intermarry. There was nothing between those people. Nothing. I can't imagine my mums side of the family with their clean walk to wall carpets and ornaments to replace where should be art. Class can not inter marry any more than Jew and Arab.
I still hurt for my dad. They really loved each other, my mum and dad. I never heard them argue. If only cancer hadn't come and destroyed all our lives.
That's not quite true. I liked my uncle Nigel. He helped design The Blackburn buccaneer, a bit like the spitfire. He was my mothers brother. We would have connected later in life. I feel a bit robbed. I've got our kid,I ought to get to know my sister better and I've sort of made up with my dad.i see now his heart got broken and he couldn't handle it alone. He turned to alcohol. I don't blame him. It must have been hell. That's why I've never had kids. Its great if all goes well but life can be bad, and you are stuck with it. I don't know if losing a parent at such a young age, ( I was12 when she finally died but it was a protracted death of operations, radio therapies and chemo therapies so Shepard left the home and we were fending for ourselves from 9) gives you a downward look on life. A cynical view, that e even if times seem good it is a temporary break before the return of the bad luck and ill fortune.
Monday morning, madman goes to work
My two month off work, as suggested by the doctors ends today. After our eight mile walk me and Dook headed to the shops. All my money in the world 49p in change and a pound on my card. My girlfriend likes mall oaf and there's an offer on for a large loaf for a quid. All I could find for under 49p was a tin of beans so Dook had some warmed up rice from last night with baked beans. He seemed to enjoy it. I'm supposed to get paid today should be the last day of cobbled together food. Plenty of pasta towards the end of a month. The payback scheme is going tobe a brutal year.
Down valis we saw tawny owls taking off or just sat mooching. They become quite easy to spot. Dook gave chase to a young roe deer by the river but the beautiful mocha beast made a valiant escape. I think rabbits and squirrels are about his limit.
The psychiatrists had estimated it would take two months to get over the MXP trip but its proving a bit longer. Still confused and delusional thought patterns. Accusing innocent people of things they are not guilty for. You might ask then why I didn't leave the hallucinogens alone as I have had 12 tabs of LSZ since the NDE. This is a valid point. People with mental illnesses ought to keep clear of all consciousness altering drugs. To be frank, this year ahead is very daunting. The only way to attack it is to steam in, which I am trying to. My windows are still boarded up but the new ones are virtually ready to paint. As soon as I get paid I can buy more materials for the desk, which I am really looking forward to. It will be my finest piece and a good one to sign off on.
Down valis we saw tawny owls taking off or just sat mooching. They become quite easy to spot. Dook gave chase to a young roe deer by the river but the beautiful mocha beast made a valiant escape. I think rabbits and squirrels are about his limit.
The psychiatrists had estimated it would take two months to get over the MXP trip but its proving a bit longer. Still confused and delusional thought patterns. Accusing innocent people of things they are not guilty for. You might ask then why I didn't leave the hallucinogens alone as I have had 12 tabs of LSZ since the NDE. This is a valid point. People with mental illnesses ought to keep clear of all consciousness altering drugs. To be frank, this year ahead is very daunting. The only way to attack it is to steam in, which I am trying to. My windows are still boarded up but the new ones are virtually ready to paint. As soon as I get paid I can buy more materials for the desk, which I am really looking forward to. It will be my finest piece and a good one to sign off on.
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