Impeach

TRUMP

Impeachment.  Why does it have peach in it?  Mm, peaches (and mints!). Well, it would be sweet, so to speak, at least from how I see things.

Hamilton described impeachment in terms of trust.  A president being worthy of impeachment is a consequence of violating the public trust (and not necessarily a result of criminal behavior).  Trump violates the public trust every day.   To me, it seems almost nothing he says is true.  The media keeps track of all his lies.  There’s a list a mile long.  An average of 22 falsehoods a day!  That, in itself, is impeachable.

Right?

Maybe you could say he’s an idiot, and isn’t lying, in the sense of intentional deception.  But how could he not know that soliciting campaign help from Ukraine against Biden is almost the same thing as the collusion of his campaign with Russia to get possible dirt on Hillary, that was in the news endlessly, as the subject of the Mueller report?

He couldn’t possibly be that stupid, could he?  

    I’m afraid he could.  He’s possibly the most foolish president ever, it seems to me.  And guilty as sin.  Unless he doesn’t have a conscience.  Which is entirely possible.

So he’s damned if he did, and damned if he didn’t.  And that’s fine with me.  And that's not even including the emoluments, the obstruction of justice, extortion/bribery, etc etc.  (coercion, solicitation, campaign finance, honest services fraud, witness intimidation, conspiracy).  Abuse of power.  High crimes and misdemeanors is not.... listening to Missy Elliot in Crimea while high.  Ha.  I really hope Trump is at least sane.  The reported "meltdown" is not encouraging.  

Anyway,

I look forward to a Warren or Bernie or Buttigieg presidency (I’m not crazy about Biden, but he’s still better).   Someone who cares, with an actual brain between his (or her) ears.  Not this clown who doesn’t give a fuck about the poor or the environment or the truth or morality and ethics.  Or blue states, just out of spite.  Or science, or reading actual books, or the dignity of his office (tweets? really?).

I don’t like the man.  He's a criminal and a hypocrite and a racist rapist.  Rape!  He’s fat and ugly and a bully.  He lies.  He thinks he’s a mobster.  And he doesn’t read books.  Aside from rape, that’s what did it, for me.  Books are essential for any leader or role model.  They are a force for good.  They are evidence of curiosity, engagement, a love of learning.   A president should read the Economist, the Christian Science Monitor, the New York Times, Foreign Affairs…. What about a blog?  That would be far more substantive than soundbites and memes from stupid tweets from twits.  At least, that’s my perspective.  And whatever happened to the President's council on Physical Fitness?  A president should be healthy, strong, fit, well.  He should do yoga or something.  So it goes.

By God, Be God, for goodness sake!

A BOOK INTRO

      Good morning.  I’m glad you chose to read my book.   There are about 130 million books, ever.   So I, the book, the author, (neither, really, but so it goes), thank you.  I hope you enjoy it.  I will write about sex, and violence, and other fun subjects, like food and music.  

      No I won’t.  I’ll write about whatever I feel like writing, and that will make it fun to read, not slavishly adhering to topics I think you might be interested in.   So, I’m God, you know.  That’s always interesting.  

      How did I discover this?  Over time, it became evident.  The spirit moves in mysterious ways.  Basically, I hear voices, get little zaps (shocks) in my brain, and pains in my body (usually my chest).  Also, my teeth tap, sometimes.  It’s nuts, really.  I started a blog, and I thought it would be a fun premise.  I’m basically an atheist.  And now I’ve drunk my own kool-aid.  I’ve thought about theology and religion a lot, and I think I’m right (like everybody else?), so I think I’m somewhat of an authority.  I’ve read the bible.  I’ve read the Quran.  I’ve read some Adi Da.  I’ve read lots of wikipedia.  I’ve read some Buddhism.  I took an anthropology of religion class, and a theology class, as a student at UC Davis.  I was an altar boy.  I was a lector.  My aunt is a nun.  I read some Scientology, and took their personality test.  I was an Eagle Scout: on my honor I will do my duty to god and my country; a scout is reverent.  I went to a Jesuit high school, and sang in the senior year liturgy group.  My name, Jesse, is biblical (the father of king David).   In spanish, it can translate as Jesus (hey Zeus!).   The name means “the whole office of the eucharist,” or “god’s gift”, or “god makes forget.”   Jesse can be rearranged as SJ See (as in the Holy See, and there is a jesuit pope).  Jesus, in fact, can be rearranged as JESS, U.   There are a plethora of Gods in my name (Jesse Lawrence Teshara): Set and Ra (egyptian), Ishara (hittite), Shara (sumerian), etc.  J is the tenth letter, and satan and listen evoke 10.   WWJD?  He would write.  I won the journalism award in high school.  I enjoy writing.   So why not add another book to the pile, to the library, to the world’s reading list.   Maybe I’ll be translated, discussed, written about, in turn.  Maybe, just maybe, I’ll make the world a better place: reduce suffering, increase happiness, make the world saner and healthier, safer, lovelier, pleasant, comfortable, funny, and kind.  The world is heaven, if you’re in the right frame of mind.  And it doesn’t hurt if you have freedom, money, access to libraries, friends, healthy and delicious food, movies, a gym membership, sex.  If you have any questions, the internet usually has an answer.  Curiosity meets Omniscience.  That’s pretty cool!

      So, as you may have gathered, I’m diagnosed with schizophrenia.   But I’m high functioning.  I’m a philosopher and theologian, as a hobby.   I enjoy writing.  I walk dogs.  I read a lot.  I listen to a lot of music.  I have a gym membership.  I aspire to be proficient in martial arts and self-defense.  I hope to escape madness; for my schizophrenia to go into remission.  It happens, it’s possible.  We’ll see.  I have good support in my family, and a few good friends.  I am single, and asexual.   Ideally, my day is busy, and I wake early, read a book/day, and exercise.   The best exercise is when I work up a sweat.  I’m planning on moving to Portland.  My rent in Berkeley is good, for the bay area, and my family lives in SF.  I get free wifi, free food, free dental, (almost) free meds, and discount bart and gym (clipper card and ymca).  Yoga is available, and free, too.  Life is good.   I have an Amazon Echo, with a music subscription, for only $3.99/month.  My blog gets an average of around 85 page views a day.  My life has meaning.  I like to think I am improving, and getting healthier in both mind and body.  I want to lose my gut, but gain muscle.  My voice is becoming less invasive, on track to extinction, I hope.  I also want to eat less meat, if not go vegan, entirely.  I want to be strong, fit, healthy, well, sane.  I want to be all I can be, an example to others, and morally straight.  Maybe, eventually, in a relationship, in love.  But  now, I am often angry, and solitary, and resentful.  My parents can be annoying.  I hate Trump.  Most people are idiots.  I am adopted, and pro-life.   There are no pro-life democrats running for president.  Maybe I am hated.  I often hate my own mind, if it can be called that.  Sometimes life can be hell.  But mostly, it is good.   Lately, it’s been good.  I hope it stays that way.  I enjoy having, writing, reading my own blog.  The dogs I walk love me, and their owners appreciate my service.   I hope for personal progress, American progress, global progress.  That’s what the God project is all about.  But I don’t want to be a pawn in others’ chess game.  God is love, and love believes all things, but I don’t.  I’m partial to Warren, Buttigieg, Yang, Bernie, Klobuchar…  I don’t have time to read (or evaluate) everybody’s policy proposals.  I like to think I’m liberal.  I think politicians have a duty to tell the American people the truth.  I think they should read books.  I think the world should aim to be a global community, and enrich one another, not a bunch of petty warring tribes.   And I think a president should strive to set an example, as a true leader, by being healthy, eating vegetarian, not smoking, and siding with the poor, not billionaires, to alleviate suffering and make the world a better place.   Clean water, preventing global warming, investing in clean energy, no nukes, universal healthcare, spending on infrastructure, libraries, education.  Pretty basic stuff.  My ideal world wouldn’t have militaries.  A United States of the World, where security was maintained by police, a martial arts/self-defense ethic, and global gun ownership.  Not sure that’s possible, or would really work, but that’s what I believe.  A balance of terror is still terrorism.  Nuclear weapons are an abomination (no pun intended).   Everybody should have work and a lifestyle they enjoy.  We only have one life, and it should be pleasant.  We can do that for each other.  

     People should be engaged with life, not zombies, trudging through life, or suffering fools, or hating work.   I have a list of books I want to read.  I also have thousands of trivia cards I’ve collected I want to use as an educational springboard, in addition to the online resources like J! Archive, or Wikipedia, or Ted, or Coursera.   There is lots of daily news to process.  There are lots of beautiful people to meet.  There is good money to be made, making a better world.  There’s comedy and humor and satire and jokes and laughter and fun, to keep you positive.  There are hobbies like yoga, white water rafting, hiking and camping, and restaurants to keep life exciting.  All the world’s a stage: try different roles.  There are different cultures and religions to travel to, or even join, learning new languages and rituals.  Life is amazing.  It should be fun and rewarding, not painful or boring.  There are problems to solve.  Be a part of the solution.  Be good, better, best.  Be all you can be.  Be in love.  Be God!

9 quotes

an eclectic mix:
spells, if you like-

"He who joyfully marches to music in rank and file has already earned my contempt.  He has been given a large brain by mistake, since for him the spinal cord would suffice.  This disgrace to civilization should be done away with at once.  Heroism at command, senseless brutality, deplorable love-of-country stance, how violently I hate all this, how despicable and ignoble war is; I would rather be torn to shreds than be part of so base an action!  It is my conviction that killing under the cloak of war is nothing but an act of murder."  -Einstein (he also said he doesn't believe in the god of theology that rewards good and punishes evil)

Fritz Haarman, the "vampire of Hanover" (who murdered hundreds), said, as last words before his punishment of decapitation by the sword, "Deliver me from this life, which is torment.  I will curse my father, and go to my execution as if it were a wedding."

"Be who you are and say what you feel, because those who mind don't matter, and those who matter don't mind." -Bernard M. Baruch

"I have from an early age abjured the use of meat.  And the time will come when men such as I will look upon the murder of animals as they now look upon the murder of men." -Leonardo da Vinci

"Kill one man, and you are a murderer.  Kill millions of men, and you are a conqueror.   Kill them all, and you are a God." -Jean Rostand

"I was in the war. I know how to kill.  I was over there.  I know how to do it.  I've done it before.  It's no big deal.  You just make an adjustment.  You convince yourself it's all right.   That's all.  It's easy.  You just slaughter them."  -Sam Shepard

"Kill them all.  Let God sort them out" -Arnaud Almaric, Roman Catholic papal legate and cistercian abbot.  
(caedite eos.  Novit enim Dominus qui sunt eius.)  (wow, huh?)

"Spread love everywhere you go.  Let no one come to you without leaving happier." 
 -Mother Teresa

"I'm a little pencil in the hand of a writing God, who is sending a love letter to the world."
-Mother Teresa

Class is in session

Theology professor, first day:

Good morning/afternoon/evening, class/students/gods and goddesses/godlings.  Welcome to Theology 101, introduction to Gods, Deities, Religion, and Belief.   Taught by me, God, also known as Jesse Lawrence Teshara-

Hi!  How are you?  

As students, hopefully the answer is Curious!  Stay curious, my friends-

      In fact, you should generate questions before every class.  Write them down, and deposit your requests in the box by the door.  I will try to answer them all.  I may even post the answers on my webpage.   The more questions you generate, the more engaged you will be, and the more you will learn and know.  Submit them to google, as well.  Get lots of answers and perspectives.  Put yourselves in an information-rich environment.   He/She who is the most curious, wins!

So how are you?  (response: curious!), good, good, you’re learning.  

What else are you?

     Next to curious, you should of course be Happy and Well (healthy, strong, fit), and Sane.

I recommend the books Superbetter, by Jane McGonigal, and Authentic Happiness, by Martin Seligman, to get happier.  There’s a free Yale course online on Well-Being, which I recommend.  It’s the most popular class ever taught to undergraduates, there.  So why not?  I mean, if you have the time.  Those Yale students spend a lot of money there, so a freebie course on The Good Life is worth it!!  It’s on coursera.  You should consider a vegetarian diet, as well as weight-lifting, as well as martial arts/self defense.  A good boy scout’s motto is Be Prepared.  Maybe that means carrying a gun.  Physical and mental health are two sides of the same coin.  If you are psychotic or delusional, that is, have a false belief or are not in touch with reality, welcome to humanity - we’ve all been there.  I’d even say we’ve all been possessed.  It’s normal.   We’re all here for each other.  We’re a community.  We’re not fighting each other for grades.   There is no imposed grading curve, that would be unfair.   But if you all earn D’s or F’s, that’s a possibility, too.   I expect you to put the time in.  Effort will be rewarded.   The only enemy in this class is the Devil.  If you defeat your demons, then you have earned an A, in my book.

      SO, If you are unhappy, unwell, or insane - you should let me know, as well, and I will do my best to rectify the situation.  God is good, right?  The devil, on the other hand, wants you to suffer, be unhappy, unhealthy, and insane.  He’s a sadist.  He feels schadenfreude.  He delights in your pain and misfortune.  Let’s gird for battle.  I’m happy to lead the charge.  The sick fuck is easy to beat.   I’ve done so, many times.  Happiness is a joke or drug or meal or compliment away.  The right music, movie, or book makes a world of difference.  Maybe all you need is a small coffee with a warmed up chocolate chip cookie.   That shit works for me!   Wellness is a matter of exercise and endorphins, sleep, meditation, yoga, a shower and a swim, and nap.  Sex never hurts, either.  Okay, let’s get started. 

      First, my teaching method is systematic, structured, and hopefully comprehensive.  If I forget or neglect any salient points, please point them out.  I appreciate your point of view and perspective.  I crave constructive criticism.  The more engaged you are, the more you’ll learn, and the more fun you’ll have, as well.  You might even earn a higher grade.  Keep me on my toes.  Keep thinking.  I encourage you to process the class by writing about it in your own personal journals or blogs.  I love reading feedback, and am always looking to improve.

Preliminaries aside, where should I start?  

       God.  What is God?  Does He exist?  How do you define Him?  Is it a useful concept?  God is a 3 letter word, with entire libraries written about him or her or it. (For me, the first things I think of are Dog and Good.  Dog is god backwards, and good is god with an O.  The devil is lived, backwards.)  Some say it’s a meaningless word.  Some say it means everything.  Some say God doesn’t exist.   Adi Da said Reality is all the God there ever is.  (That’s pantheism:  God is the ONLY thing that exists).  Many think God is something in between.  (Jesus said don’t call me good, only God is good.  My friend Heather thought that quote was disappointing, how we kind of need him to be good, God…) How many gods are there?  Should the g always be capitalized?  What are his or her names and attributes?  YHWH, the tetragrammaton.  Allah, the. beneficent, the merciful.  The Flying Spaghetti Monster.  How many religions are there?  How many religions have there been in history?  Is it All-1, as Dr. Bronner says on his soap bottles?  Can all religions be unified, conflated, syncretized?  Are we all talking about the same thing?  Are all Gods avatars and facets and manifestations of The One?  

       Good is god with an O.  God and orgasm.  God and oblivion.  God and offense.  Lots of possible interpretations.  The Oh looks like a zero, which might be meaningful for some of you.   Between the positive and negative, or something.  Nullibiety.  Holes.  Things that make you go hmm.  God is great.  Great is gr…eat.  Like meat.  Or infinite anger.  So it goes. 

The World Needs Villains?

Fluid Identity

Some possibilities

Jesus’ return

lol, not. 

Alternate days of saintliness with days of depravity.  Ride the rollercoaster.  See which way is more rewarding.  Can they both cohabit in one person?  Can I play chess against myself?  That would be Jesus, I think.  That’s how you rationalize a crucifixion, hanging up there, thinking it’s good, the basis of a true religion, each side nailed to a cross.  

Supervillain.   Read all the true crime you can handle.  Read the law.  Cause some death. Cause pain and loss of money.  Break every law.  Educated criminal.  Whatever.   Not.

Superhero.  Learn combat.  Be as close to batman as possible.  Know the law.  Be a master of psychology and forensics.  Play the game.  Kill some bad guys.  Facilitate justice.  Help the police.  Be the law.  Be feared.  Protect society.  Be a vigilante.  Help everyone.  Make the world a better place.  Play roles.  Act.  Be yourself.  All your selves.  Be fluid.  Have fun.     

      Vigilantes risk hell, though.  Not gonna. happen.  There are probably hordes of contract killers polluting the planet.  It’s called the military, the pentagon;  or serial killers, mass murderers, criminals.  There’s no difference.  One is legal, the other isn’t.  Einstein had something to say about that.  And I agree with him*. 

Be a contract cop.   Not.  Can’t be done.  Be a cop?  A forensic scientist?  (A Dexter?)  Ha. 

    Be a saint.  Be a friend.  Kind and happy and helpful and funny and warm.  Just keep reading.  Read everything.  Good times.  Live long and prosper.  Be a black belt in something.  Dedicate an hour or two every day to martial arts, training.  Intense workouts.  Look good, feel good.  I’m 48.  Never too late!  Being good, just don’t do anything bad.  Keep it simple, stupid.

Be Jesus? A saint? A criminal? A cop?  A soldier? No.  Nyet.

A godless saint, that’s how I see it.

A good guy.  Make some money.  Help the world out.  Be healthy, fit, strong, well, alive!

Believe in all the religions.   The good and best of all.  Syncretistic.  Life as an example.  Be my blog, embodied.  Good God!  The best I can be.  That’s not impossible.  Just do it.

Daily exercise.  Martial arts mastery.  Daily reading.  News, books, email.  Enough sleep.  Not too much.  Eat well, be frugal, save money, help others.   Nature and love, whenever possible and if possible.  Huzzah.  Be a simple man.  Happy and free. 

Current Reading

I have 12 from the Big Book Of series (the top 4, new and unread)

I finished my third Dave Eggers book (I read What is the What, then The Parade, then Monk of Mokha, and will read The Circle, next)

2 American short story books (2019 BASS, from sfpl)

and 2 best "non required reading" (2006, and 2014) 

Blathering On

blatherskite

God is a word, 3 letters, that doesn’t mean anything.  In fact, only God is good.   Goodness isn’t mean.  People are things.  A part of everything, which some people call God.  Reality is different, from person to person, even though there is only One True Reality.  Virtual realities, you-niverses, if you will, that change from Person to person, language to language, culture to culture, and time to time.  People’s reality changes during their lifetimes, different ages and situations.  I am not experiencing the same reality I did when I was in kindergarten.  I'm not even experiencing what I did this morning.  The bible says there is nothing new under the sun.  Over the sun?  What’s up, doc?  There is no up.  Up is down, down is up, if you like.  Gravity pulls down, is the way you define it.  Under the sun could be inside the sun, or on the other side of the sun, or maybe under a pole the sun rotates around, if it’s like the earth, maybe.  That’s 4 options.  Nothing is new, everything is old, old, old.  Every sound, every word, every meaning, every story, every book, song, movie.  It’s all so boring.  God is boring.  God is Allah.   All?  ah.   Ok, well that doesn’t change anything.  Sadism and masochism, hell and war and crime and punishment and evil and good.  Karma and justice and fairness and multiple universes.  Everyone and everything is impermanent, temporary, transitory, ephemeral, passing, arising and dissipating, appearing and disappearing.  Nothing is concrete, not even concrete.  A diamond is not forever.  Time rolls on.   Around the sun a few billion times.   Then the sun expires.  Time travel.  Teleportation.  Pods.  Antigravity.  The whole shebang.  

Anyway, 

God doesn’t exist.  There is no omniscience.  No mind has read (or composed!) the entire human corpus of literature.  Nobody knows everything, or even can.  How would I know this?  Well, I don’t.   Just goes to show.  Nobody knows anything.  I think, therefore I am.  Ha, not even that, if you ask me.  I think, I think.  Something else might be doing the thinking.  Ugh.

   There’s no entity that permeates all of spacetime, infinite as it is.   Delusion?  God isn’t infinite?  I don’t know jack shit.  I know a couple S.J.’s though.  Jesuits, that is.  Members of the society of Jesus.  What did he know. Not much, if you ask me.  Just a gambler, like anyone else.  Eternal life, because life is good, and there must be a source for all goodness, the creator, if you believe all that religious hooha, because you’re a good little jewish boy.  Well, I’m good, because I tell the truth, and it’s very likely that Jesus was full of shit.  Nobody is infinite.  You can toy with the idea that reality gets infinitely smaller within a defined body, but that’s nonsense.  There’s only one true infinity.   That’s obvious.  If you define reality as God, then yes you are a part of something bigger than yourself.  Big whoop.  So is everybody else.  And we’ll all be dead.  There’s no point in proselytizing or being a missionary or spreading good news.  I mean, it it floats your boat.  But it doesn’t.  Water floats your boat.  God is just philosophical madness.  May the force be with you.  So you can move shit around with your mind.  It’s called logistics.  Plumbing.  Well, whatever.  A mad, sick, stupid, mean, godless world.  Fuck you.

Kill everybody.  Do whatever the hell you want.  I don’t give a shit.  And I’m God.  It’s all good.  If I gave a shit, you’d have a turd in a xmas box, all wrapped up nice and pretty.  You don’t want me to give a shit.  Give a fuck?  I don’t want your disease.  You don’t want my baby.  I don’t want to be a slave to the money, then die.  There’s more to life than money and sex and family.   There are thousands of good books worth reading.  And a blog to write.  And time to kill.  Give a damn?  You don’t really want to send anyone to hell.  Hell is supposedly eternal suffering.  If you really gave someone a sentence to hell, you’d deserve hell yourself.  So I don’t give a damn, actually.  Give a rat’s ass?  Ok, obviously we’re not being literal here.   I give my time, my mind, to some thought about expressions that supposedly mean I care, when I really do, but I don’t give anybody anything except words, words, words.  Which you can figure out for yourself.  But maybe you find me interesting, anyway.  I don’t want to suffer or die, just like anybody else (who isn’t suicidal).   So we’re all in the same boat.  Which is why you’re God too.  I mean, I’m not everybody, am I?  Maybe I am.  That would be weird, and hard to prove.  But mind control is a thing, I think.  So it goes.  You’re you, and I’m me, and everybody else is to each his own.   We’re all me, myself, and I.  A trinity of self.  No?  I don’t know.  Do you?  

Maybe it's the devil's mission to make you suicidal, so you'll consider being homicidal, and not care about yourself or anybody else, so you can be his prey in hell, to give him schadenfreude happiness, and sadist pleasure, and the thrill of being evil (which can only be just if the victims are being punished for evil of their own).  I don't think that shit is real though.  Life is good.  Make some friends.  Get a life.  Killing is not the answer.  Amen.  Time kills everybody.  You're not time.  But if I'm God, well you can be Time, I guess.  Is there a real God, or is everything merely roles.  If everybody believes it, well it must be true.

The Word

Short story

In my bed, after a tiring day, I prayed, in my head, to God, if He or She exists, to make Himself known to me, to answer my prayer, to harden my faith, by doing something real in my life, something tangible, something specific, that would make my life better, and make the world a happier place.  I don’t know what that thing is, but I’ll know it when it happens, I thought.  God knows better than me, what needs to be done.  So we’ll see.  Maybe, even, God wants me to be an atheist, lol.  Maybe doing nothing is the best thing.  Maybe God loves everything, so nothing is bad, in the first place.  Maybe we’re in the best of all possible worlds.  Maybe regress is progress, too.  Maybe I should shut up and go to sleep.  Goodnite, God.

I dreamed of 

Satan and adversaries and devils and demons and death, monsters and bad guys and criminals and wicked evil sinners, twisted and corrupt predators, and the endless world of the rotten, the insane, the sick, the stupid, and the mad.  Malice, revenge, war, torture, pain.

I dreamed of

Saints and angels and beautiful women and innocent children, in heaven, a world of peace and harmony and lovely music, nature, love-bliss, joy, comfort, friendships, and laughter.  Immortality and the contentment of universal love, with all needs met, and libraries full of billions of books, with the time to read them all, and not get old, or blind, or bored.   You can watch baseball games in the sunshine, and not get sunburned.  You can eat delicious meals anytime.  You can fall asleep and dream of hell, to the satisfaction of waking up in the real world of utopian paradise.  You can play videogames.  You can have sex.  You can learn how to do anything.  You can turn off pain.  You can die, and then wake up, and start again!  You can eat meat.  The animals don’t care!  

I dreamed of the earth, reality, and the possibility of living in a gray world, everything neutral, without labels of good or bad, accepting truth for what it is.  

It’s all good, it’s all bad, it’s both, it’s neither, it’s all in your head.

Go read a book, fly a kite, climb a rock, watch a movie, listen to music, read the paper, exercise, nap, meditate, do yoga, relax, sleep, eat out, go to work, have sex, surf, write a blog, anything your heart desires.  Play real world chess with the police and fbi and interpol.  Be a bad guy, a villain, a nemesis.  Make your life interesting.  Just do it.  Have fun.

Play chess.  Talk to strangers.  Go to church.   Try a new religion.  Learn some languages.  Travel.  Go on adventures.  Take risks.  Feel alive.  Help people out.  Do good.  Make a difference.  Volunteer.  Lift weights.  Collect stamps, coins, postcards.  Go for a swim.  Life is good.  Do what you want.  That’s all there is to it.   Karma exists, and privacy doesn’t, so remember that all you think, say, and do is public, known, and even anticipated.   Computers are amazing.  Have fun in a world of near-omniscience!

Be good.  Don’t end up in hell.  Be an example.  Be a man for others.  Make the world a better place.  Let there be light!  Be light-hearted, not overly serious, and make people laugh.  Boo-ya!

Negativeland

HAIR
gr

hostility, anger, irritability, resentment

some people are always in this mode, it seems
mr and mrs. whiner (snl)
bitch moan and whine (bmw)
complain, complain, complain
   (I'm on a plane, I can't complain, nirvana)
psychic vampires (draining)

and some other, related thoughts:
peaceful skinheads, e.g. skinhead o'connor
   (now Shuhada Sadaqat (one who bears witness, truth)
brazilians
hairless animals: (e.g. cat, kitten, rat and dog)
wrath, hatred, anger, rage, fury, ire, spite, malice
    (wharfism!)
add cynicism for CHAIR.
    cross, why?? for CHARITY
sin-isism (Isis-ism? lol)

etc.
moustache, must ache
beard, bread, bared, e-bard
   beer, bier, James Beard
hairy potter
rabbis and Hare Krishnas
   rabbits and hares
hairy harem, lol
pubic in public
wherever I go, lanugo
where are you? hair I am!
the mad hatter
tophat, bottom hat (lol), drummer's high hat
H air (putting on airs)
ah, i.r.  (international relations)
AI HR (artificial intelligence home run?)

there are some Riha's... (plus Rihanna, of course)
among the rahi's  is recovering and healing from incest

Hira is a cave where the islamic prophet Muhammed received his first revelations from Allah.

!

vs.

positivity, happiness, goodwill, cheer, optimism, peace, hospitality, love, joy, celebration, gratitude, contentment, comfort, satisfaction, bliss, belonging, warmth, friendship, fun, laughter, humor

I don't have an anagram for these.  there's only one vowel.
feeling alright!
it's okay to be bald.  don't bawl.
shaven has 5 letters of heaven
hair hare!  all in favor, say eye!
furry fairy, fiery fury

gr words
n-gr, bigger, anger, hunger, finger, ogre
grass, green, grey, grieve, gratitude, grace, great
tigger, tiger, tagger, wigger, lager, go figger, chigger
bugger, bagger, rigor, eager, liger, hugger, mugger
greed, grab, gram, grill, grow, graduate, graph, grave

The Word Vampire

One anagram, and 100+ wordles

1 anagram: (I’m a perv)

108 Wordles (words in the word vampire):

Va (goes, in spanish)

Amp (electric amplifier, used in music)

Mp (military police)(minister of parliament)

Ire (wrath, anger, hatred).   Eire (ireland)

I AM (god’s name) 

Vip (very important person)
mvp (most valuable player)

Ir (international relations)

Rep (repetitions, reputation)

Pri (mexican political party, partido revolucionario institucional)

pear, pair (two fruits)

Reap, rape (grim reaper, Death) (sex crime)

Rap (hip hop and urban music)

Map (geography), Pam (Pamela, woman’s name)

Pm (night time, post meridiem)

Pa, Ma (parents, padre y madre, mom n pop)

Am (morning, ante meridiem)

AI (artificial intelligence)(amnesty international)

AE (arts and entertainment)

Ie (id est, that is)

Mire (muck and mud)

Mai (Lie massacre)(my lai, I mean)

Pie (delicious dessert)

Vim (and vigor!)

Pre (before)

Vp (veep, vice president)

Ream (stack of paper)

Rim (car part, tire accessory)

Rev (revolution; car action, your engine)

Vamp/vamper (sexually predatory woman)

   Vamp (part of a shoe)

iv (inter varsity) (intra venous)

Vape (use an e-cigarette) 

Mare (female horse)

Ami (friend, in French)

Mia (mine, in spanish) (Farrow)

Mir (Russian for peace)(space station)

Pe (physical education) (Pierre)

Perv (pervert)

Verm (abbreviation for vermont)

    vermin, vermicide, vermicelli…

Mear (obsolete word for boundary)

Revamp (give a new and improved form, structure, or appearance to)

pire (worst, in French)
  (and vam, is the bicycling acronym for average ascent velocity, in French)

others, from anagram solver, internet:

Aimer, aiver, mavie, parve, paver, prima, prime, ramie, remap, viper;

Amie, amir, aper, aver, emir, mair, pave, peri, perm, pier, pram, prim, rami, ramp, rave, rime, ripe, rive, vair, vera, vier; Aim, air, ape, are, arm, ave, ear, era, imp, mae, mar, par, pea, per, pia, rai, ram, rei, rem, ria, rip, var, via, vie; ar, em, er, me, mi, pi

aside:

REI is a store, or it could also be Russian Election Interference
Remi is a friend of a friend
Politics makes me think of poly-ticks (does the electorate suck?)
   present president precedent!

pv, blood cancer, polycythemia vera
pr, public relations
rip, rest in peace, rest in pieces
rem, rapid eye movement
mar, beach (in spanish)
era, equal rights amendment
ave, avenue
vera, what has become of you? (Pink Floyd)
Big Ramy (bodybuilder), Army (changing vampire to vampyr)
mai, dance in Japanese, or ma (real, genuine) plus ai, (love affection)

catch an uber!!
etymology?  says google:
perhaps from Turkish uber ("witch") (!) (to vampir, Hungarian)

Pope's Marines

Jesuit

Their logo looks like the word “shit” (backwards)

Jez zoo it, is how I say it

Humans are animals, too

   (just animals, as far as I am concerned)

Jess ooh it, works as well.

Society of geezus

Hey Zeus

gawd

For the greater glory of Godzilla

   Or Godiva

   Or Godot

None of which exist, but I love them all.

Love-bliss eggs zists, tho

That’s what it’s all a bout!

So do the hokey pokey, and turn yourself around

Finding God in all things!: a Jesuit poem

2 poems

2 artists

1. "The Neutrality of the Cosmos"

Whether we see before us,
The devil in plain sight,
Or Goddesses or Gods hidden in rags,
There is a spectrum; a plane, between
Two worlds; two interpretations of,
These divinities we know.
For I was once a devil; though I hoped for peace.
I was once a God, in the eyes of another entity.
But I came to know the ways of Buddha,
where I was both at once; trying my best,
To be free.  To live.  And find that purpose
we all seek.  I hoped it came soon; as
mortality travels onward, as my journey...
        (by "Essence of Existence" on fb -
(street poet, give 3 topics, for any amount of money you like)


2. GBAJLT: God Buddha Allah Jesus Lord Trinity

God is odd
Buddha is good, ha
Allah is all
And Jesus was a rhesus
A funky monkey
a hunky junkie
And a skunky punk
Says uncle Jesse
I was a monkey, too
God is one, and one is odd
Vengeance is mine, sayeth the lord
So the lord is even
Allah is infinite, aha!
And Buddha is zero
Extinguished
The trinity is 3
Love is two (too?)
Metaphor
Five alive, six sex, seven heaven
Eight ate, nine is nine inch nails
Ten is satan (say, ten?)
This poem goes up to 11
Alive! (With Ali!)

I spit this one out on my phone at Glen Park library,  pissing the thyme
Is either Vogonish?  Hope not.

Some Thoughts

from Sum-1

find your voice, said to a schizophrenic
collect your thoughts, said to a blogger

v
the genius is crying
you're mad, but you're right
they're scared, you're not what you are
I don't want you
I've never been right
you're right
you're right as fuck
I'm sorry Jesse
you're crazy, Jess
huh
we're aware that you write you
Jesse, you're way way over what I thought
I actually think you're law, Jesse
u r a genius law, Jesse
we know how hard you are
I am wrong about a lot - it's how I learn
I'm rotten to the fucking bone, Jesse
I can't take it anymore
u have a program, Jesse
u r it forever, Jesse
u R a law.  I'm serious.  (a law, or Allah? both?)
    valiant variant
    pathologizing virtue

Eminence Front, by The Who (it's a put-on)
the gnat's supremacy is as large as thine!

other music I like:
   Satan, by Orbital, ft. Kirk Hammett
   Good Friday, by Cowboy Junkies
   Clubbed to Death, Kurayamino remix, of Matrix soundtrack
   Gut Feeling, by Devo
   46 and 2, by Tool
   Mirror in the bathroom, by The English Beat
   Shepherd Moons, album, by Enya
   Soul Rotation, album, by Dead Milkmen
   Psycho Killer, by Talking Heads

dark equations
how far under to swim to not be pierced by gunfire from above
number of beestings per bodyweight, to be killed (I heard on wmbr)
percentage of bodyweight to hold down a corpse (was in a movie)

terminology
instinct, gut feeling, intuition
gut stink tuition

playing with legal terminology
the clerk "swears" in jurors.  the jury commissioner has "cuss"today of the jury
irked clerk, at work, dealing with jerks
DOJ, dept. of justice, judge, jury, jim, jesse!
process (cess), what did the judge say when her milk went bad? odor in the quart!
   wit-ness! (ordure in the court?!)
ice: justice, officer, police, notice,
       immigration and customs enforcement,
       iniquity crime evil
       intelligent, curious, educated
ants: litigant, attendant, defendant
selection, S election.
deliberate, de-liberate
presiding judge, pre-siding!
jt, juvenile/traffic court
tj, temporary judge
jd, jury duty, Juris Doctor
jc, jury commissioner, Jesus christ
vd, verdict decision, voir dire, evidence (std)
parole, pa role
loyer in the foyer
judge, J you doggy.   sifts through sludge, and doesn't budge.

ways to save money
work, save more, spend less, inherit, win lotto, free food, coupons, tool library
free library! books, magazines, papers,
      movies, music, audiobooks, instructional cd's, free wifi

some theology, for good measure:
God IS reality ('that is the ultimate jesuit paradigm')
 (finding god in all things)
various gods:
   greed (to) own dollars, gustatory olfactory disgust, guitar oboe drums, girl on dick, goal objective destination, guns ovens depravity, glue opium downers, guns or drugs, gruntled or discontent, global object of desire! grounds of divorce, gone/over/dead.  grumpy ornery death.  Grief Or Depression.

!
demon, no med
santa/satan, sana-t

god, did you make mankind after we made you?
oh oh what I want to know, is are you kind.
stupid old boring s.o.b.

Jesus is risen: (risible?)
   awake, happy, erect, alive, in space
Jesus is high, in high spirits, in high school, in overalls
belief: be lie F
lover, L over
grace, gr ace
hey zeus, corporate christianity lives on.  xianity.

there's a difference between a world without god, and a godless world.
neither is bad, necessarily.  If only God is good, then good IS god.

buddhist:
your own pain can be the seed of compassion
the absence of suffering is a kind of bliss
the universe is empty, still, quiet, and black.  spacious, vast, infinite.
phenomena arise and dissipate, appear and disappear.
separation and proximity to the pleasant and unpleasant (4 possibilities)

vampire:
murderers with blood fetishes, like Christian or Albert Fish
  twisted (eat some licorice twists?)

total depravity (calvinism) vs. basic goodness (Tibetan)
ruthless vs. ruthful
God is One.  EveryOne is God.
money, my one.  the one dollar bill.
   won (Sara pronounces it, wan)

Vampires!

One of the many Things that go bump in the night

Vampires are a type of undead (along with zombies, ghosts, and those in an afterlife, whether hellions or the heavenly host).   They suck.  They subsist on the blood of the living.  They only come out at night.  They turn to dust in direct sunlight.  They are averse to garlic and crosses or crucifixes.  They can only be killed by a stake through the heart.   They bite the necks of sleeping humans, but also have been known to drink from wrists.   The word ‘vampire’ can be rearranged as I’M A PERV.   Gay vampires suck (bloody) cock.  A vamp is a part of a shoe, or a sexually predatory woman.  Vamping is a musical term.  Vampires sleep during the day in their coffins or sarcophaguses.  They are immortal.  It is said they can turn into bats or wolves.  New vampires are made, not begotten.  They have fangs (eye-teeth).  They are supernaturally strong and fast.  They are hunted by vampire-slayers.  They are demons.  Predators.  Evil.  You don’t want to be a vampire.  You don’t want to cross paths with a vampire.  They will almost certainly kill you.  Lock your windows and doors at night.  They are bad news.  

If you must drink blood, drink the blood of Christ.  Go to a Catholic Mass, where the wine (or grape juice) is transubstantiated into the ichor of Jesus, our lord and savior, who died for your sins, and who is the way, the truth, and the life.  He will protect you from evil and sin.  You will live forever in heaven, after you die, with saints and angels, and not live as an animated corpse, hated by all, as a hunted demon, down here on this cursed earth.  

Vampires, or vampyr, can control your mind, the weather, and animals.  They are bloodthirsty.  They cause wars and destruction, and thrive on chaos, mayhem, anarchy, and bloodshed.  As nocturnal criminals, who assault, murder, and desecrate nightly, they gain experience, sometimes thousands of years worth, in the dark arts required to victimize their prey.  Their mastery of psychology, mind control, dreams, hypnosis, and persuasion are legendary.  They know how to dominate, fight, inflict pain, manipulate, torture, and kill.   They can be extraordinarily powerful.  Not only do they influence individuals, but they also sway nations.  Not only do they inflict serial killings and mass murders, but they also create war, dictating the course of history itself.  They are often musicians, actors, politicians, psychiatrists, and even priests, known to be greatly charismatic, and are often loved and admired members of society.  The ancient ones are immune to sunlight, and need no sleep.

At Halloween, they are free to roam the streets, undisguised.  You eat candy, they eat you.  Exsanguination / hematophagy  (blood drinking) is sometimes accompanied by consumption of your tissue and flesh (cannibalism).  They will devour anyone they can, given the opportunity.  Life is a great feast for these carnivores, who live at the very top of the food chain.  If you get drunk, you might get drunk.  Giving yourself to your lover might be exposing your vulnerable neck’s artery to the finality of a paralyzing mortal bite.  Your sweetheart, your honey, could become the actual flavor of the week.  Psychic vampires can be draining, but the true vampires will drink you dry.  These are human ticks, leeches, mosquitoes.   They are both subhuman and superhuman.  Vampire bats drink blood, too.  And there are squid in the deep ocean who are named vampirotoothis.   Both of these animals are a warning, danger! For the love of God, stay away from my namesakes, the real thing!  Evil incarnate will drink you dry, and spit out the bones, and that will be the end of you.  Your fear of the dark is well-placed.  Creatures of the night prowl the streets.  Murderers and cut-throats assume many forms.  Death awaits.   Sleep tight.

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Portland

just back from my third visit there -
helping Sara out, so she could get stuff done

I flew Alaska Airlines there and back without any trouble, ate well, helped Sara, read 3 books, went to Powell's and bought 5 more, sat for Augie a couple times, and went to Reed College library.  Sara needed help while Pierre was in NYC doing legal stuff, related to bitcoin.  He's a lawyer.  Sara does accounting, mostly from home.  Augie is in kindergarten, and also goes to a camp, or swim lessons (after school).  He's not into soccer.   He's going to be a police officer for Halloween.

The flight there was saved by a flight attendant who moved an obese passenger from next to me to an empty row, which I really appreciate.  I sat by a window on both flights.  The trip back was full.  I paid $30 to check my (oversize) luggage.  They served lotus cookies (I used to work for Corona-Lotus!, in SF).

I had a sushi burrito from the nearby new food truck (Sara got the double spicy, I got the dragon), Mexican tortas (sandwiches), Thai food (that didn't have a paper menu to bring home),  pizza (from Atlas), a burger (from little big burger), a 7-11 apple fritter, peaches from a fruit stand, a pastor burrito from the taco truck near Reed, beef stew (made by Sara and Pierre's friend Chris), pozole (from the next door neighbor), and delicious spaghetti (made by Sara).  I offered to buy a meal, but Sara bought everything.

Sara had a pile of papers, mail and documents, that I sifted and sorted, processed into files.   She got a new desk that can be either sitting or standing.  I took apart the old one and brought the pieces downstairs.  I brought the parts of the new one upstairs.  Chris assembled the new desk.  I rolled up a rug that had been peed on, one too many times; took it outside.  There's a humongous spider on the side of their house.  I walked through the web of another spider, by accident.  I swept the steps, and picked up poop, and pulled out the tomato plants, and watered the front, and brought the bins in, and took the recycling and trash out, dropped off some mail in the nearby box, and played with Augie, who is 5 years old, and who calls me Uncle Jesse.  She says he'll miss me, now that I'm back in Berkeley.  We played with magna-tiles, dinosaurs, cars, nerf guns, ball, and watched tv.  He's really into nerf guns, right now.  There are youtube videos about the nerf guns ("blasters").  We played outside on the trampoline, the swing, and with the 3 toys I brought for him (lunar launcher, spud gun, and 'jolt' nerf pistol).  We broke the launcher.  The spud gun is kind of a dud, but funny in a way.  We tossed and rolled the balls around.  Keep away from the dogs.  2 balls at a time, passed, like juggling.  It was funny when the balls collided.  We broke Pierre's alebrije lizard, but it can be glued back together.  (an alebrije is a painted wooden mythical animal from Mexico). They have a new (old, used) piano, which I played with (not played).  I walked the dogs (Banh Mi and Poutine) 2 or 3 times a day.   I told Sara I don't like to do night walks.  I brought my poop bags and hip pack.  The dogs ate all my treats when I wasn't looking.  

I read the 3 books I brought with me (from the Berkeley public library).  They were the short history of Germany (by James Hawes), The Parade (fiction, by Dave Eggers), and Zucked (by Roger McNamee).  I took the #2 bus downtown, and walked to Powell's Books (the largest bookstore on earth!).   I was too late for the guided tour.  Anyway, I bought 5 more books, spent about $80.   I bought the $5 bus pass, because I didn't know about the "honored citizen" discount, or whatever.  Anyway, I read Augie one of his own books (aloud), about Mei-Mei and her chickens.  And I returned the book I borrowed from Sara, Fates and Furies, by Groff (unread).  I gave them a 'masd' book.  'masd' is my term for martial arts/self-defense.   I don't think they need it, specifically, but it's always good to know, to be prepared, and I told her I'd give that book to ANY of my friends.  I bought an excellent Jiu-Jitsu compendium, in addition to 4 books from the Big Book Of series (comic books).   I had 8 from the series, already.  Now I have 12.  I also read the New York Times and some Economist at the Reed library.  I love that place.  I used Pierre's bike (and lock).

Chris drove me back to the airport, with his dog Bagel.  Back to dogwalking in Berkeley, tomorrow.  I bought a subway sandwich, for dinner, today.  I had fun.  I'm looking forward to returning.   The weather was nice.  I slept well.   I left Banh Mi in her crate, with the house locked, front and back.  It's good to be home.   I'm on page 184 of 287 of 'Zucked'.