9.03.2013
***** nd 'Prostituting (M or F, selling yourself for wrong purposes), Slavery (wrking literally to survive) - the two types of jobs now available in our sOCIETY. [The exception proves, testifies to, attests to, makes obvious, the rule.] Un, this is a big problem. MEANINGFUL WORK IS THE GREATEST OF ALL HUMAN NEEDS. THE GREATEST OF ALL HUMAN NEEDS.
nd 'Prostituting (M or F, selling yourself for wrong purposes), Slavery (wrking literally to survive) - the two types of jobs now available in our sOCIETY. [The exception proves, testifies to, attests to, makes obvious, the rule.] Uh, this is a big problem. MEANINGFUL WORK IS THE GREATEST OF ALL HUMAN NEEDS. THE GREATEST OF ALL HUMAN NEEDS.
nd ZIONISM IS NOT THE PROBLEM: Noam Chomsky is a Zionist. Norman Finkelstein is a Zionist. Words matter friends. Far Right Wing Israeli's and their supporters is the Enemy. I think Zionism is abhorant. I also think that us occupying, well, US is abhorrant - it is Native American land. But neither is going to change and I waste my efforts, kill time, if I mis-target myself and others. IMHO.
nd ZIONISM IS NOT THE PROBLEM:
Noam Chomsky is a Zionist. Norman Finkelstein is a Zionist. Words
matter friends. Far Right Wing Israeli's and their supporters is the Enemy.
I think Zionism is abhorrent. I also think that us occupying, well, US
is abhorrent - it is Native American land. But neither is going to
change and I waste my efforts, kill time, if I mis-target myself and
others. IMHO.
nd The founder of Itel, a massive success no matter what else one thinks of it, said "Only the paranoid survive." True in my experience. Loving doesn't want good news, or bad news. Loving want's the brutal truth, and works from there. Keep on.
nd The founder of Itel, a massive success no matter what else one thinks of it, said "Only the paranoid survive." True in my experience. Loving doesn't want good news, or bad news. Loving want's the brutal truth, and works from there. Keep on.
nd On Religion. On Everything: What I Believe is that Loving is 1 trillion times more important than whatever the next thing is, and that the next thing is important only because it helps spark Loving.
On Religion. On Everything: What I Believe is that Loving is 1 trillion times more important than whatever the next thing is, and that the next thing is important only because it helps spark Loving.
***** TRUE FB FRIENDS: Am I back from the Dead? Wow, this infusion really slay me. Near-coma, it felt. I'll be slow in coming back on FB. Pls be understanding. Also, ALL OF US, ME INCLUDED, LIKE TO TALK. I'VE BEEN FEEDING INTO THAT. UNDERSTAND ME AS I TRY TO FEED INTO THIS LESS. I'LL TRY TO REPLY TO COMMENTS AND MESSAGES THAT I FEEL ARE ACTION ORIENTED - YOU ARE MOVING, AND NEED A LITTLE HELP FROM ME. OTHERS, I'LL LEAVE.
***** TRUE FB FRIENDS: Am I back from the Dead? Wow, this infusion really slay me. Near-coma, it felt. I'll be slow in coming back on FB. Pls be understanding. Also, ALL OF US, ME INCLUDED, LIKE TO TALK. I'VE BEEN FEEDING INTO THAT. UNDERSTAND ME AS I TRY TO FEED INTO THIS LESS. I'LL TRY TO REPLY TO COMMENTS AND MESSAGES THAT I FEEL ARE ACTION ORIENTED - YOU ARE MOVING, AND NEED A LITTLE HELP FROM ME. OTHERS, I'LL LEAVE.
9.02.2013
UN researchers: climate change clock at 5 minutes to midnight
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?!*&? AND WE CAN'T STOP ECOCIDE??? Diana Nyad completes Cuba-Florida swim USA TODAY
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***** (REPOST) !!!!! SOLAR, A REAL PRAYER TO STOP ECOCIDE, NOW. (article) Solar and Electric will kill industry dinosaurs - ANYONE COUNTING ON THIS IS AN ECOCIDAL MANIAC. THE NEXT 200 BILLION KIDS, ALL OF CREATION, THEY GET NO DO OVERS. But, as a backup to SHEROIC citizen efforts, and the global economic meltdown we ALL SHOULD BE PRAYING, AND WORKING FOR... there is another prayer...
ANYONE
COUNTING ON THIS IS AN ECOCIDAL MANIAC. THE NEXT 200 BILLION KIDS, ALL
OF CREATION, THEY GET NO DO OVERS.
But, as a backup to SHEROIC citizen efforts, and the global economic meltdown we ALL SHOULD BE PRAYING, AND WORKING FOR...
there is another prayer... A REAL PRAYER.
YOU NEED TO DO ALL IN YOUR POWER TO MAKE THIS PRAYER A REALITY -
LEAD US.... LEAD YOUR NEIGHBOR... LEAD, NOW, DO ALL YOU CAN DO... IT MAY BE OUR ONLY PRAYER....
DRIVE SOLAR
GET SOLAR ON YOUR HOUSE - IF IT SAVES YOU $$$ OR COSTS YOU $$$ GET IT ON YOUR HOUSE... DEMAND WIND AND SOLAR FROM YOUR UTILITY. THIS COULD DO IT.
But, as a backup to SHEROIC citizen efforts, and the global economic meltdown we ALL SHOULD BE PRAYING, AND WORKING FOR...
there is another prayer... A REAL PRAYER.
YOU NEED TO DO ALL IN YOUR POWER TO MAKE THIS PRAYER A REALITY -
LEAD US.... LEAD YOUR NEIGHBOR... LEAD, NOW, DO ALL YOU CAN DO... IT MAY BE OUR ONLY PRAYER....
DRIVE SOLAR
GET SOLAR ON YOUR HOUSE - IF IT SAVES YOU $$$ OR COSTS YOU $$$ GET IT ON YOUR HOUSE... DEMAND WIND AND SOLAR FROM YOUR UTILITY. THIS COULD DO IT.
9.01.2013
nd Get in the way. Stay in the way. Live as Sand in the Gears of the Ecocide Machine.
Get in the way. Stay in the way. Live as Sand in the Gears of the Ecocide Machine.
nd F'ING LUNATIC: "MY PHILOSOPHY IS TO MAKE MONEY," REX TILLERSON, EXXON MOBILE
nd F'ING LUNATIC: "MY PHILOSOPHY IS TO MAKE MONEY," REX TILLERSON, EXXON MOBILE
Cancer Update: Roadkill
Roadkill. That's what I feel like. Roadkill. Hit dead-on by a truck, lying on the side of the road.
Same treatment as the first 3, but the effects are cumulatively worse.
No pain. Just, well, dead. Poisoned. Severely Poisoned.
Nothing abnormal for this, I'd guess I'm getting off easier, or much easier than many, most. I have such a tough body.
For 54 hours straight I've done almost nothing but lie in bed, asleep 80% of the time, dozing, in a daze, 20% of the time. Near zero appetite. An hour here or there to do blog maintenance, news review and posting. Sometimes a light meal.
Within the first day, a huge diarrhetic effect - peeing gallons. Now, it just hurts like blazes for the first few seconds as the flow starts, deep inside at whatever the shut-off valve is. Again, typical, just worse. These severe symptoms will pass in another day or so.
I'm pretty sure the idea of this chemo is - because cancer runs at a much higher metabolism than other tissue - try and fill the body with enough poison that it kills cancer, but doesn't quite kill too much healthy tissue at the same time.
My guess is that some life will return by Tuesday.
Week from tomorrow, Monday, I go to GUH for intensive scans.
Thursday Sept 12 at 1pm I meet with my oncologist, to learn the results, and prognosis. A 5th chemo is scheduled, tentatively, after that meeting, on the chance that the tumors have been shrinking, and she wants, my Doc He, she wants to shrink them a bit more before surgery. Or, if the tumors have not shrunk, or if they've grown, as they do sometimes on chemo, well, then treatment is done, and the clock starts ticking.
I find it upsetting to be so debilitated. I also am reminded at the extraordinary healing powers that my body may have. Near miraculous. Near Miraculous.
I don't believe in the Divinity, Sentient God, stuff. Never have. Never will. But there are times when it 'seems like' I'm wrong.
About 5 years ago when I was doing 2 of the 4 shifts per day at the White House vigil I had a wonderful friend, Julie, about my age, MS. She was retired from a few places, so she had an income, and was very, very kind to me. She gave me one of her bikes to use on my 4x / day treks to the WH. It was very simple, extremely light weight, very unstable. One day, mid day, I was headed to the WH at the rather complex Thomas Circle, speeding on my way, I heard a car horn, there was Julie waving and smiling. Well, I couldn't resist, turned my head toward her, raised one hand from the handle-bars in a big hello... Next think I knew I was on the pavement, having fallen at speed, full weight, rib first onto the point of the straight handle-bar.
It was paralyzing pain. I was immobilized, sitting on the pavement, head sagging down, paralyzed. Well, of course poor Julie left her car in the street, was at my side. I said nothing, looked not at her. Others offered to call an ambulance. I think I got as far as squeezing her hand in reassurance, and waving my hand, 'no,' about the ambulance.
I was responding to the most odd, but clear 'Call,' "just sit here. I'll heal you. Just sit here." I am near certain my rib was broken. It must have been. I sat motionless for, well, 15 minutes or so. Rode away after that. Much pain, but no hospital, no treatment, self-healed.
I have some of that same experience now - a sense of massive mobilization by all the cells in my body to deal with this saying, "Trust us. Just rest. Trust us."
As I announced on Thursday night, I've not been on email or FB. Too fuzzy headed, too week for that.
Same treatment as the first 3, but the effects are cumulatively worse.
No pain. Just, well, dead. Poisoned. Severely Poisoned.
Nothing abnormal for this, I'd guess I'm getting off easier, or much easier than many, most. I have such a tough body.
For 54 hours straight I've done almost nothing but lie in bed, asleep 80% of the time, dozing, in a daze, 20% of the time. Near zero appetite. An hour here or there to do blog maintenance, news review and posting. Sometimes a light meal.
Within the first day, a huge diarrhetic effect - peeing gallons. Now, it just hurts like blazes for the first few seconds as the flow starts, deep inside at whatever the shut-off valve is. Again, typical, just worse. These severe symptoms will pass in another day or so.
I'm pretty sure the idea of this chemo is - because cancer runs at a much higher metabolism than other tissue - try and fill the body with enough poison that it kills cancer, but doesn't quite kill too much healthy tissue at the same time.
My guess is that some life will return by Tuesday.
Week from tomorrow, Monday, I go to GUH for intensive scans.
Thursday Sept 12 at 1pm I meet with my oncologist, to learn the results, and prognosis. A 5th chemo is scheduled, tentatively, after that meeting, on the chance that the tumors have been shrinking, and she wants, my Doc He, she wants to shrink them a bit more before surgery. Or, if the tumors have not shrunk, or if they've grown, as they do sometimes on chemo, well, then treatment is done, and the clock starts ticking.
I find it upsetting to be so debilitated. I also am reminded at the extraordinary healing powers that my body may have. Near miraculous. Near Miraculous.
I don't believe in the Divinity, Sentient God, stuff. Never have. Never will. But there are times when it 'seems like' I'm wrong.
About 5 years ago when I was doing 2 of the 4 shifts per day at the White House vigil I had a wonderful friend, Julie, about my age, MS. She was retired from a few places, so she had an income, and was very, very kind to me. She gave me one of her bikes to use on my 4x / day treks to the WH. It was very simple, extremely light weight, very unstable. One day, mid day, I was headed to the WH at the rather complex Thomas Circle, speeding on my way, I heard a car horn, there was Julie waving and smiling. Well, I couldn't resist, turned my head toward her, raised one hand from the handle-bars in a big hello... Next think I knew I was on the pavement, having fallen at speed, full weight, rib first onto the point of the straight handle-bar.
It was paralyzing pain. I was immobilized, sitting on the pavement, head sagging down, paralyzed. Well, of course poor Julie left her car in the street, was at my side. I said nothing, looked not at her. Others offered to call an ambulance. I think I got as far as squeezing her hand in reassurance, and waving my hand, 'no,' about the ambulance.
I was responding to the most odd, but clear 'Call,' "just sit here. I'll heal you. Just sit here." I am near certain my rib was broken. It must have been. I sat motionless for, well, 15 minutes or so. Rode away after that. Much pain, but no hospital, no treatment, self-healed.
I have some of that same experience now - a sense of massive mobilization by all the cells in my body to deal with this saying, "Trust us. Just rest. Trust us."
As I announced on Thursday night, I've not been on email or FB. Too fuzzy headed, too week for that.
8.31.2013
***** MOTHERS, what right have you to keep your children ignorant of the mortal threat to their planet? What right have you to keep them from fighting for a future, with their very lives?
***** MOTHERS, what right have you to keep your children ignorant of the mortal threat to their planet? What right have you to keep them from fighting for a future, with their very lives?
Poverty strains cognitive abilities, opening door for bad decision-making, new ... Washington Post
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