{"id":114,"date":"2013-09-16T20:17:48","date_gmt":"2013-09-17T03:17:48","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/tomstolmar.com\/?p=114"},"modified":"2022-11-22T13:16:37","modified_gmt":"2022-11-22T21:16:37","slug":"post-no-4-1","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/tomstolmar.com\/?p=114","title":{"rendered":"Blog Post No. 4.1"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><strong>Post No. 4.1.0<\/strong><\/p>\n<p><img decoding=\"async\" loading=\"lazy\" class=\"wp-image-115 alignright\" alt=\"emperor of ice\" src=\"http:\/\/tomstolmar.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2013\/09\/emperor-of-ice-200x300.jpg\" width=\"300\" height=\"500\"><\/p>\n<p>Welcome back to Uncle Tom\u2019s Blog Cabin. Yes, where was eye, in this silly iStream of things&#8230; This Post is from the \u201cLost Hard Drive\u201d, my recently-crashed MacBook! It served me well, iSuppose, but I lost a number of pieces that weren\u2019t backed up, so this is sort of re-imagined, Post No. 4.1.0. I really don\u2019t know how to do this darn Blog-thing, let alone function\u2015expletive repeated\u2015since that dismal day I had to go computerless! And I hardly give a fancy rat\u2019s ass! ibid. see poem below:<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Rat\u2019s Ass<\/p>\n<p><em>for Peter Kadyk Overton<\/em><\/p>\n<p>Meaning by itself has none.<br \/>\nAs surely as I sit myself down to write,<br \/>\nit is done. We were raised to think<br \/>\naesthetics matter, but they don\u2019t,<br \/>\ncapricious only, mere foibles,<br \/>\nseductions of the mind.<\/p>\n<p>Something about this day was crucial<br \/>\nand then not. I tricked myself into being.<br \/>\nYet, I am comfortable here on this bench,<br \/>\nit is my favorite place to be on a warm<br \/>\nautumn\u2019s day, I feel like a traveler.<\/p>\n<p>Funny though, how there can be so little<br \/>\nto say and even less to do, with so much<br \/>\nexpected of us, always active and engaged,<br \/>\nwith all due respect, I should like to say,<br \/>\nI don\u2019t give a rat\u2019s ass.<\/p>\n<p>That was, \u201cRat\u2019s Ass\u201d, circa 1991. Yeah, those were the days, over 20 years later, still struggling on&#8230; So it is, with great purpose &amp; fortitude, I send out this next Blog Post from Mission Control, here in San Francisco. I\u2019m not sure exactly with what, \u201cpurpose &amp; fortitude\u201d, but that is in the spirit of it, the very nature of the thing-in-itself!<\/p>\n<p><a href=\"http:\/\/tomstolmar.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2013\/09\/Who-Has-Time.2..jpg\"><img decoding=\"async\" loading=\"lazy\" class=\" wp-image-123 alignleft\" alt=\"Who Has Time.2.\" src=\"http:\/\/tomstolmar.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2013\/09\/Who-Has-Time.2.-186x300.jpg\" width=\"250\" height=\"400\"><\/a><\/p>\n<p>iBlog-on, slog-on&#8230; Yet find myself wandering &amp; wondering why, just why do we have to spend so much time at computers!? (When did our lives get hijacked into the Matrix?) It\u2019s like I died 15 years ago and haven\u2019t done a thing since! Oh well, such is the nature of \u201cprogress\u201d. So much for slow, painstaking synthesis of actually \u201cdrawing\u201d things as they seem&#8230; The Man on his Blue Guitar.<\/p>\n<p>It used to be that Henry Mancini\u2019s Sleepworld or SleepTrain had the edge, selling us nice new fresh mattresses, (songs) reminding us that we spend 1\/2 our lives in bed! Some people even sleep there, so I\u2019ve been told. But now the metric wrench has shifted and tossed us all into the Quantum Gearbox of Facebooking. Most of the time people are unwilling to even look each other squarely in the eyes, unless of course, they\u2019ve been pre-screened and properly \u201cliked\u201d on some pseudo-cosmopolitan website. Welcome aboard Virgin Air! Absolutely, \u201cNo Liking Allowed\u201d, prior to sign-in and passcode verification!<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><a style=\"color: #0f3647;\" href=\"http:\/\/tomstolmar.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2013\/06\/La-Jolla-Cove-1983.tif\"><img decoding=\"async\" class=\"alignnone size-medium wp-image-67\" alt=\"La Jolla Cove 1983\" src=\"http:\/\/tomstolmar.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2013\/06\/La-Jolla-Cove-1983.tif\"><\/a><\/p>\n<p>Yet, here I am, pouring out my soul in this ditch-witch blog-portal to know-where!? No what iMean? iSurely don\u2019t. <em>\u201cAnd stop calling me, Shirley!\u201d<\/em> We\u2019re still social party animals, after all, and iKnow we haven\u2019t met, formally, but somehow, we need each other. (I used to write letters to my mother, but as she\u2019s long-since gone up, now I\u2019m writing them to you!) We may, in fact, be more a part of one another than we could ever realize. Maybe that is what \u201creligion\u201d is all about in the best sense of the word-world and we have always known this&#8230;<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: left;\">Now, I\u2019m just interloping and interpolating and percolating from the last lost Post before the MacBook Air Crash a month ago or so. Somehow, willing or not, we\u2019ve all thrown our hats into this ring-around-the-hard-drive-rat-race, slouching &amp; morphing toward Bethlehem. And the great part is that we are free to do this, but what do we make of it? Pure vanity or hubris? Instant gratifuckation and redemption in pay-pal land? Not likely, it\u2019s more like Egypt, it\u2019s evolutionary. We will all be set \u201cfree\u201d by computers &amp; technology even as we are enslaved by them! And, we\u2019re gonna like it! \u201cThere\u2019s an app for that!\u201d<\/p>\n<p>Where there\u2019s a will, there\u2019re at least three lawyers &amp; a cockfight! Whoops, how did that get in there? Must\u2019ve slipped in out of some iCloudburst silver linings foul-play-book in the southern hemisphere&#8230; under the Northern Lights! How do I know? Welcome to the interwebs.<\/p>\n<p>Don\u2019t forget to check-out &amp; buy something from my, ah, collection; if iEver get that part of my website together&#8230; Yes, in this regard, I must ask for help from the world-community, in the most sincere &amp; evolutionary of terms. Ironically, it is, with our funny world, that wee working people, who are supposed to be \u201chonored\u201d for actually \u201cworking\u201d, are never really able to retire. After 30 years in the trenches, doing carpentry and a million other jobs&#8230; I\u2019m physically unable to hoist myself up sides of buildings, dangling over the prospect of further incapacitations and certain death, for the sake of someone, uhm, up-there&#8230; whoever he or she may be, who has all the money. It\u2019s just ridiculous and we know this, so it is in the spirit of all of us, being able to have dreams and actually achieve them&#8230; Not only the born-wealthy folks&#8230;<\/p>\n<div id=\"attachment_117\" style=\"width: 460px\" class=\"wp-caption alignright\"><a style=\"color: #0f3647;\" href=\"http:\/\/tomstolmar.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2013\/09\/END.2.jpg\"><img aria-describedby=\"caption-attachment-117\" decoding=\"async\" loading=\"lazy\" class=\"wp-image-117 \" alt=\"END.2\" src=\"http:\/\/tomstolmar.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2013\/09\/END.2-300x180.jpg\" width=\"450\" height=\"320\"><\/a><p id=\"caption-attachment-117\" class=\"wp-caption-text\">END #1<\/p><\/div>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>As I said somewhere before, I\u2019m into content, structure and iambic filibusters! I\u2019m a poet &amp; carpenter and see no cloture in the near infinity! What do we expect, we\u2019re only human or some close approximation thereof. This is why I am, \u201cThe Fortunate Son\u201d. I definitely mean the things I\u2019m saying, I just can\u2019t necessarily remember what they were or ever get back, to edit and endorse them&#8230;<\/p>\n<p>Well, I\u2019ve got to go, they\u2019re just about to start another war, this could be \u201cThe Big One\u201d and I don\u2019t want to miss it! So, here\u2019s another vintage nugget from the 90\u2018s entitled: \u201cThe Damned\u201d. Please read it if you like, on my \u201cPoems\u201d section.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Post No. 4.1.0 Welcome back to Uncle Tom\u2019s Blog Cabin. Yes, where was eye, in this silly iStream of things&#8230; This Post is from the \u201cLost Hard Drive\u201d, my recently-crashed MacBook! 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