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Effervescent

Posted in About Me with tags , , , , on September 21, 2010 by ellocogringo

Effervescent

Mind

It is a joy to watch effervescent minds at work. I am reminded of a kitten I had seeing it’s first snowfall. He would try to catch the flakes, only to have them melt in his mouth. He would climb higher to get closer to the source, eventually getting to the top of the roof and jumping up. It is the seeking that is important, not the catching.

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Posted in About Me with tags , , , , , , , , , , , on September 20, 2010 by ellocogringo

el Loco Gringo Rides Again

Going Sideways

“Going sideways is a way of life” – el Loco Gringo

Going sideways is more than just a parlor trick to gain an entrance to the sub-conscious, It is a philosophy, a world view, a way of life. It is taking the path less traveled, pushing the envelope, reaching down inside yourself to pull out a greatness you didn’t know existed. To be more than you can be. To know that when you die the world will be a better place because you have lived in it. To witness the judges face when, after spending 3 days in jail for calling an asshole judge an asshole, you can say, “I wasn’t trying to insult you your honor, just informing you of a fact, no more, no less.”(one of the other inmates commented “Jesus, you called the judge an asshole? All I did was rob a convenience store. You bad, man.) Priceless! Knowing that I always tried to do the right thing, even when no-one was watching.

To know that no joke has been un-laughed at, no road un-traveled, no adventure un-taken, no joy un-celebrated, no sorrow un-mourned, no friend abandoned, no victim of injustice un-defended. To be proud of your children and doting on your grandchildren. To be able to pass on family traditions, like teaching him to write his name in the snow. He even crossed the t. I’m so proud. How to make that disgusting noise under his armpit with his palm that women hate. How to burp the first 12 notes of the “star spangled banner”. My daughter says I’m a bad influence on them, but she smiles when she says it. To hear her quote me to her kids, word for word, what I told her as a child.

Reading Ayn Rand opened my eyes to an explosion of opportunity. In my myopic male viewpoint on life I had been sniping assholes for years. With her female viewpoint a myriad of opportunities opened up. I can go after them all. In one swell foop.

So many assholes, so little time

Life is Good

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Gothic

Posted in About Me with tags , , , , on September 14, 2010 by ellocogringo

“It was a dark and dreary night”

I like gothic, I mean I really like gothic. I recall Batman in the comic books. “He is additionally known as “The Caped Crusader”, “The Dark Knight”, and “The World’s Greatest Detective”. I was majorly into this guy as a kid, not the tv series, that outfit looked too much like baggy longjohns to suit me. I wondered if he wore the cape to hide the trapdoor. But the comic books were great. I liked the dark sinister side of the stories. Much more realistic that Beaver Cleaver. Dress for dinner? Come on, couldn’t get the old man to wear pants when the social services worker came over.Lost in the fog one night, wandering around Picadilly Circus in London, I noticed a crowd of eclectic people waiting in line at the ticket booth of the Windmill theatre.. The show was “Rocky Horror Picture Show” They were wearing underwear, Elizebethan gowns, leather studded dominitrix rigs etc. Looks like fun. Got a seat in the front row. Later learned the front row was reserved for suckers. The play was later turned into a movie. The scene to the right is from the movie. At the windmill however the crowd was downright obnoxious, things flying through the air, squirt guns shooting everyone. For instance, in this scene, the guy at the table half rose and everyone in the theatre made the fart sound. In another scene, lurch, (the butler) looked out the window at a torential downpour. “It looks like it might rain” “No f******g shit” screamed the audience in unison, and the water started. The entire cast picked up buckets and flung water into the audience. Most of the audience protected themselves with plastic sheeting or unbrellas. The audience would go up on the stage push the actors off the stage and show them how the scene was supposed to be played. Later the fish and chips vender commented to me “been to see the show, eh, mate?” Maybe it was because I was soaking wet. It has since become a cult film. They were still showing it at five points in Raleigh when I left. That’s a 50 year run. Replay captures it pretty well. Replay HorrorNights The brits can bring class to any endevour. England swings Here’s the movie if you want it. RockyHorrorPictureShow I used to get lost in the fog a lot in london.Continuing their grand tradition of mediocrity, american tv came out with the Adams family. Yechh! Morticia wasn’t too bad but the rest of it was hokey. There was even a spin off, the munsters. Both were hokey, I knew girls at school that were scarier than that. Sister Annunciata (3rd grade, St. Rita) was certainly scarier, I even found a picture of her on the internet. I still think fondly of her, must be the Stockholm Syndrome

I remember Elvira, Mistress of the dark hosted Movie Macabre, a tv show that came on early in the AM. She’d comment on really shoddy B movies and make them worth watching. One such movie was rocket ship XM. I noticed the light leaking past the hatch of the spaceship, but she rewound the film and pointed out the jeep tracks and beer can in the corner of the screen, as man first set foot on the moon. Here’s a clip from Dracula.

There I Stood

Posted in About Me with tags , , , on August 25, 2010 by ellocogringo

There I Stood

Diamonds in the head

We all have a diamond in the head. I call it wisdom, call it what you will, it is precious. Some round, some square, some oval, in fact at present there are 6 billion and counting shapes of diamonds, each unique. Most people have allowed this diamond to be replaced by a lump of coal. Most of the rest are convinced that it isn’t a diamond but is a lump of coal. A few, a very few are aware that they have a diamond in their head. The many think that their lump of coal is a diamond, and kill others to reinforce that opinion. The less know that there is a diamond but pretend it is a lump of coal. The few know that it is a diamond and don’t pretend.

So I come across a high school student that knew and did not pretend, the Validectorian. She was a few. So rare, so very rare. She is asking the right questions. I was delighted. Then I think back to another of the few. A 15 year old boy who thought everyone was idiots, at least the ones that weren’t assholes. There I stood. But even among the few, they feel that if the diamond is round instead of square, it has no value, not understanding it is the difference that gives it value.

Instead of my god’s better than your god, it’s my diamond’s better than your diamond. A fractal effect. I should have known, I think I did but was hoping for the best. No matter what scale you use, the flaw replicates. Negentropy. I wish Mr. Erica well in her attempt to rear a pedagogic movement. I hope she does better than I did. It’s a shame, mankind had a glorious potential.

End Game

Posted in About Me with tags , , , , , on August 24, 2010 by ellocogringo

Hi Mr Ted

starting from the top.

>I can ‘see’ your categories; idiots, centereds, nexialists, …………….

Hmm! When we moved from Alec to LeCompte, I went from an environment where probably half the students were idiots, (I was already using the term by then) to one in which all were idiots, save one. He was a Chickasaw Indian. He was capable of musing. (not an idiot) As I recall the Chickasaw were renegade Choctaw. And some of what he said contrasts somewhat with what I saw on the Chickasaw nation website. The latter being glorified. You do the same thing. Of the aboriginal cultures that I have seen life tends to be “nasty, brutal and short” – Hobbes? I don’t buy into this “noble savage” idea, my experiences tell me that aboriginal life sucks. Although there is much to be learned, there is much that is forgotten. (probably for the best) I may do a post on this.

>the notion that the brain is the sole sourcer(or) of ourbehavior falls short.

That’s what I’m all about, big guy, we only think we’re thinking. (normally) An idiot is incapable of thought, instead reacting with non-surmised shortcuts. (top down, imprinting) + learning that fits within the imprint algorithm. A centered pre-surmises and may occasionally muse (think bottom up), a nexialist can flip on demand. (see above) I may do a post on this

>you seem to be referring to western ‘civilization’.

Nope, mankind, Lakota included.

>in practice education has never been an instrument to free the mind and the spirit of man, but to bind them

yup!

>my impression is that we are, before all, situational learners

It’s supposed to be that way, but it isn’t

>But these ‘adult ideas’ are ‘knowledge’ or ‘de-situationalized learning’.

But these ‘adult ideas’ are imprinting, overlaid by de-situationalized learning’. Knowledge is the sum of the two

>1. Idiots are those who accept their de-situationalized role-play lives

for the way the world works (they ‘become’ their role-plays).

2. Centered are those who understand that this stage play wherein

everyone is supposed to accept a role is ‘pure theatrics’ born of a

self-other splitting culture but who feel unable or unwilling to co-evolve

an alternative culture which could take over.

3. Nexialists are centereds who are compelled to NOT NECESSARILY ‘do

something’, … about this game of self-betrayal and self-deception, but to

EXPOSE IT AS A GAME so that belief in the game will dissolve and it will

just ‘go away’.

Eggzactly

as to zietgeist, ontgeist this happened with the beatles, on ontgeist, the world used to be different, not in a time sense but in a spacial sense. i.e. The world has been malled. Nairobi used to be different than Topeka. No more, go to nairobi and check into the ramada in, watch HBO maybe, grab a burger at McDonalds and maybe top it off with a latte at starbucks. Unseen are those at the periphery forced off their subsistence farming lifestyle and working at mega farms, subjected to strip searches as they leave to make sure they don’t have an avacado shoved up their ass to feed their family. Civilization spreads death, poverty and destruction and calls it “economic progress”

So as I shuffle into my dotage at the end of my 65 year quest to understand why people are dumb, I know, but I don’t know what to do about it. Dumb they are, and, apparantly, dumb they shall remain. But the journey has been fun. There’s much to be said for Hemingwaying as a lifestyle. So I have to content myself that there is no grail, there is only the quest, which is shared by a few eclectic kindred spirits. an amusement only. Ephiphany

opinions on my presentation style is none of my business.

Truth, Belief, Myth

Posted in About Me with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on August 17, 2010 by ellocogringo

When I started this post, I thought of Truth. Anybody seen the Crucible? The Salem Witch Trials? They’re still going on you know? 3500 cases nationwide. One was just finished about two months ago. The witch was acquited. eLG struck again and got revenge. The real story of Salem is interesting also. Much of it is untold. The proctors had tied the “witches” up behind a wagon and were dragging them around the township. The men in Salisbury challanged the proctors rescued the women, tied the proctors up behind the wagon and stampeded the horses. At this point the Governor sent a representative to find out WTF. The husbands of the “witches” went to Salisbury to get their wives and were told “Piss off, gentle persons, when thee can defend thy wives thee may retreive them, till then thee may jerk off, jerk offs. Come back and we’ll get meideval on your sorry arses” (something like that) Amish Paradise

Anyhow, back to the main point. What exactly is truth? Turns out it is different for each person. Each individual is unique, with his own triumphs and trageties. Dogma is TRUTH. But there are many truths. So what is my truth?

The relationship between belief and knowledge is that a belief is knowledge if the belief is true and if the believer has a justification (reasonable and necessarily plausible assertions/evidence/guidance) for believing it is true. A myth, on the other hand is an unprovable or implausible belief. Thus a belief may be either a truth or a myth. For instance, England is to me a belief and a truth (been there, done that, bought the T-shirt) As is Germany, Chad, France, Singapore etc. On the other hand Gibralter, Columbia, Tasmania are beliefs (never been there) there is a remote possibility they are myths. Atlantis, Wu, Eldorado, Valhalla, are non-beliefs with a remote possibility that they are not myths. With this in mind, my belief system follows;
True – ANN, unANN,
Belief – Lattice, Taboo, Centering
Myth – psychology, sociology, capitalism, politics
The mind is not a mental abstract in isolation. It is a cork floating on a turbulent sea, buffeted by waves, undertows, high winds, doldrums, whirlpools. The mind’s job is to cope with this troubled sea in a timely manner. Man is just DNA’s way of making more man DNA. This “purpose” is evident in all life. IE the purpose of a chicken’s DNA is to make more chicken DNA. By extension the “purpose” of life is to make more life.

Wizard of id

Posted in About Me with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , on July 21, 2010 by ellocogringo

Wizard

Stupid is Forever

You can’t fix stupid

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There are smart people and there are dumb people.

Dumb people who think they’re smart 80%
Smart people who think they’re dumb 10%
Dumb people who know they’re dumb 5%
Smart people who know they’re smart 1%
Then there’s stupid, you can’t fix stupid 4%

Kleptocracy; Government run by thieves.
Truth to a lawyer is a variable.
Life’s a bitch, then you die.
Shit happens.

The Roots of Evil
Wealth without work,
Pleasure without conscience,
Knowledge without character,
Commerce without morality,
Science without humanity,
Worship without sacrifice,
Politics without principles.

The best extemporaneous statements are those carefully rehearsed.
Time is natures way of keeping everything from happening at once.