ALL RIGHT

various interpretations

authors (write)
priests (rite)
airline pilots (wright)

RIGHT
republicans/conservatives (right)
truth-tellers (right, correct)
   e.g. journalists, scientists, confessors
boxers (right)
drivers (right side, right-of-way, slower lanes)
lawyers (e.g human/civil "rights")
self-justifying (righteous)
    amoral (philosophy), satanist (religion), criminal (legal status)
    anarchist (no government/law), libertarian

Buddhist (if equanimity= "all good")
  it doesn't necessarily have to
  is this an enlightened perspective?

God, if all good, and everywhere; then, nothing is evil
  everything and everywhere good, all part of God's plan, heavenly

utterly sick and delusional
   (e.g. permanent universal pain) a scary thought (but pups are adorable)
   preferences and aversion (PA!)

all right
everyone is right, even if they're wrong
God is love, love believes all things (!)

jokes
1.did you hear about the man who lost his entire left side in a horrible accident?
"he's all right now"
2.be right back, left behind (as anatomical referents)

Driving and Drivers

pros and cons

pro
gets you there, faster, personal statement and identification, comfort, convenience, safety, privacy, music/radio, income (uber, lyft, commute to work), avoid interacting with "undesirables" on public transportation.

con
polluting (air, noise)
   smog, breathing and lung problems
   sirens, loud music, motorcycle engines
   compacting old cars, dumping grounds, waste
   parking lots and concrete roadways (vs. nature)
threatening
   (pedestrians, bicycles, motorcycles, cars, trucks, buses)
   (driver, passengers)
hating (honking, road rage, boredom, stuck in traffic, stress)
opportunity costs
    (money better spent elsewhere, e.g. third world libraries)
    (poorer health; e.g. could've bicycled)

Women's March

in Oakland (Sa 1/20/'18)
10a-3p

I'm going, tomorrow, with Sara Pierre n Augie to partake in the festivities-
I'm told to bring a sign, so I've been thinking of various pithy slogans
kinda like bumper-sticker sayings:

First, I thought I'd say: Everyone is half female! (kind of)
but Sara nipped that in the bud, saying it was offensive, that
"half-woman" takes away from what the march is about,
nameley "women have it a million times harder than men"
(I still think it's worth thinking about)

Then, running it by my friend Julie, she recommended:
"your mom may have been a woman"
which I thought was both funny, and stupidly obvious:
sex: female, of course
but gender: your mom may have been a man!
Sara approved of this one.

Finally, after asking google if everyone was half woman,
I got the response that everyone has 23 pairs of chromosomes,
the 22 are the same for men and women, but the 23rd-
is either xy (male) or xx (female) (usually)
so I thought I'd make mine XX, or XX power!, or
Roaring XXs (punning on roman numerals, and the roaring 20's)

So, anyway, I guess men are 45/46 woman
just as women are 45/46 men!
which is a weird perspective I haven't seen anywhere,
but seems like a fun frame of mind to go to the march with.

The Master File

everything master

Master of Reality, God

master copy (original, music/printing)

mister (mr.), 49; muster (3 quarks for “muster mark”)

masters degree (e.g. MA, MS), Roy Masters, master and servant (Depeche Mode), Metallica

slavery, bdsm (bondage discipline sadism masochism), mistress, power and submission

mass-turd < catholic mass/physics mass (from Higgs particle)

power, authority, dominion, control: position, reputation; behind the scenes, “pulling strings”

knowledge, violence, money

eloquence, persuasiveness, thorough “mastery” of subject

martial arts master, chess master, “lord and master” -english lord (level/degree of peerage (attainment?)

life or death, light or dark, spymaster (mad! spy vs. spy)

mester (mess! message), moster (moss, e.g. kate; hostess with the mostest; +n=monster), mossberg rifle

muster the courage, mustard (e.g. french's, grey poupon) – must turd (dogwalking, x)

411259 (4), Four (Nguyen), Al, David, antichrist, book of numbers (4^th book OT, pentateuch), Jesse

Mastery of the mystery. E (molly, mdma, ecstasy), E! (entertainment), e- (mail, bike; electronic)

m ass, mcdonald's/donkey, mas (more, in spanish; e.g. christ mas)

more (mas) jesus (t) christ (e) power (9) 9 to 5 (5 to 9?)

aikido master (e.g. moriihei ueshiba, sensei)

m aster(oid) (crunchy), mast (of ship) + E.R. (emergency room), master bates (ha)

“jack of all trades, master of none” (nun? :-), mm “mental masturbation”

gamemaster, e.g. Go. ; McMasters; Masters and Johnson

m (delicious, male, hm interesting), ma (mother), as to e.r. (tv show), master E (ellen, erin)

mastercard (credit card)

beyond mastery, doctorate (dr. it), doctored photos

phd (post hole digger, doctor of philosophy)

intelligence, academic mastery, of a field, subject, discipline, idea, concept, perspective-

groks, intellectual understanding, thorough /comprehensive familiarity, expert, well-read, author

creative, animated, engrossed, curious, interesting, doing research, at vanguard, forefront;

restless, still seeking knowledge, passion to teach, share, instruct, inspire, motivate other students

God: master of ALL (people, subjects, games, martial arts styles, etc.), omniscient

Godco (a corporation), a religion (e.g. body of christ), ALL religions (!)

master of evil, criminal mastermind

jedi master, dungeon master

Devil's Dungeon/God's Glory

Disturbing

You find yourself in a dungeon, not knowing how you got there. You feel drowsy, drugged. The last thing you remember was being at home, in bed, comfortable and relaxed. But now, you've woken up to a nightmare. Where the fuck is this? How did I get here? Who did this to me? Why?? You don't have the slightest clue, you are friendly, have no enemies, are loved, have loved-ones, and certainly don't deserve this. Nobody you know would do this. This doesn't make sense. It's irrational, absurd, insane. Will you see your wife again, your family, your friends, your captor, anyone? WTF. What is this? You've lost your freedom, and you're in the process of losing your damn mind. You are at the mercy of your captor, or captors. It is hot, too hot, and you are thirsty. But there is no one there but you, alone, manacled and chained to the wall, in this room, the irons biting into your leg, your arms in a Y over your head, muscles aching, with burning sweat dripping into your eyes, without being able to wipe it away. The only light is a single flickering bulb. You scream. The sound reverberates. Nothing. You tug and twist and writhe. Solid, nothing gives. There are no other noises. You may not get out of this alive. Maybe you have been abandoned, left here to die, atrophying slowly, pissing and shitting yourself, getting skeletal, losing consciousness, immobilized and forgotten. Or maybe you will be kept alive, for some reason, like being toyed with, brutalized, experimented on, tortured, at the whim of some sick and depraved bastard. This shithead could keep and torment you for decades. You could be punched, kicked, stabbed, shot, choked, crucified, crushed, poisoned, electrocuted, dismembered, water-boarded, whipped, raped, starved, sickened, bound, bled, blinded, beaten, battered, burned, bruised, broken. Your fingernails, your balls, your tongue...There is no discernible reason to hope. You will die here, under the twisted watch of your own personal sadistic demon -who delights in your pain, your suffering, and torment. Death might actually come as a relief. Annihilation and oblivion, everyone's fate, in any case, will be welcomed. The final darkness. Or maybe your own body will revolt cruelly and you will have a heart attack, without any help or encouragement. Who is your enemy, here? Jesus Christ. Can I please wake up? Can I have my life back? Can I be released, unchained, allowed in the sun, allowed to return home, left alone? There must be some kind of mistake, some misunderstanding. Jesus. Jesus God. Please help me, someone, anyone. Fuck. Ow.

on the other hand,
God is good, great, generous, glorified:

Prisoners should enjoy life.  Jails and prisons should be fun, not hell, in my opinion.  Safety.  Busy, not boredom.  Meditation.  Yoga.  Writing.  Self-defense instruction.  Comfort.  Comedy.  So, full libraries, healthy food, good exercise, music (but not sex and drugs), and humor, friendship.  Not gangs.  Brotherhood, family, beyond racism.   Health, sanity, therapy, medications, happiness.  Why not?  Vengeance and malice and spite and ire and hatred shouldn't be welcome, anywhere.  Kindness is a good religion.  Suffering is everywhere, so why not start with the neediest, right? 

(note: the dungeon bit belongs in a god blog, in my opinion, because it shows Heaven, by way of contrast with (an impermanent) "hell".   That is to say, you don't need to be on heroin or ecstasy, or Be in Love, or on a tropical island (for example), or even enjoying sex for that matter.   Ordinary life, contrasted with the above scenario, is relatively idyllic.   So be grateful and happy!  Even if your life isn't ideal, it's probably a lot better than it could have been!  Also, it's part of a whole genre of literature (horror) (e.g. the work of Stephen King).  I heard once that nightmares are therapeutic.  I bet horror lit (and movies) are, too.  I certainly hope so!

Selfies

(and a shot of my room)