Time Changes






The front yard tree that was there since we bought the house finally had to go.
Like a dictatorship or a government right before war, the decision was made for the sake of a better future of the rulers of the place, so the tree had to be eliminated.

The sewer line running from the house to the street was broken and needed replacement, but the tree was in the line of excavations, protecting the original elements that created the original concept. Like a guardian of the original intentions, desires and projections, the tree grew up on time to become a visible indication, while it’s own desires of growth destroyed the original elements, just to feed itself. The sewer pipe was broken by the tree roots. The pipe needed replacement; the tree was in the line of excavation; the tree had to go.

It took just 30 seconds to the metal hand for hire of the rulers of the house. The tree was gone, the future could finally be build at will.

Digging a trench for the new line to run; installing the new elements that brought with them the newest technologies to aid in the rulers get rid in hiding of all the nasty byproducts of their ruling life of the place. it all would run underground, hidden from public view, so nobody would have to know of the dirty secrets that always happen when rulers live and rule.

The nasty job was done quickly and efficiently, so with a minimal disturbance of the place the new line was installed. The new landscape showing a desert like image now will remain in place. The once tree as a statue that reminded of the origin elements that were the sign of the original rulers was finally gone.

I guess that’s when they claim a New Era, with a Bright Future, when in reality the only true changes were those imposed to the cost of life, just to better accommodate the rulers of a place.

How strange!



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Epson Salt Buthtub



Some time ago I was suggested to take Epson Salt bath in the tub to help with the pain from Fibromyalgia. They said a one hour bath should take away many pains, and work better than many medications.

Many times I thought of giving it a try, but always was stopped by the thought of somehow “wasting” one hour just laying there, doing nothing. So never gave it a try, until now, that I found a solution to the problem.

An 8 by 1 inches piece of wood wide enough to reach from side to side in the bathtub, and a little Netbook that fit perfectly on top. Now I can write in my computer while I am in the bathtub! Perfect!

It looks even funny having the Netbook, the mouse with it’s pad, and a can of Red Bull in one side, all over the bathtub, while I am seating there writing this post! I just have to be careful with my hands, and make sure they are dry before using the keyboard; I don’t want mt trusty little Netbook to die from drowning!

It seem so strange to be in the bathtub with a computer, writing something to publish in the internet, compared to many years ago when no luxury was available. This is a luxury!

So as a first time writing while in the bathtub, this post will help me see if this is possible and practical. If you are reading this, that means it worked just fine; otherwise, the computer got wet and short circuit, so it’s dead. Bad idea!

Is it normal to get sleepy while taking an Epson Salt bath? Maybe I’ll fall asleep and drown myself! LOL

Maybe next time I should try with some scented salts and several candles lighted around the tub; although the division line between a nice arrangement of candles that gives the idea of a relaxing environment, and the image of a dead person at the center are too close for my comfort! I guess I’ll forget about the candles for now.

But it is a happy thing for me to have the chance of writing while in the tub. It seems I can get used to this really easy!



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Aspie World 36 – Multiple Opinions



The other day I realized of something kind of strange. I can have different opinions of a subject, and all of those are my opinion, but it seems it doesn’t work in the same way with most people.

You see, about a specific subject, I can have not just one opinion but several, mostly depending on the unknown variables, which include physical circumstances that may not be known, and the opinions and concepts of other people that, depending on those, the approach to a subject would change.

Let’s say, as an example, that a friend of mine haven’t called me since he visited me last time. I could think he might be mad at me for the argument we had, which in this case my opinion is that he didn’t agree with me and he got mad for what I said. That would be one opinion I have.

Then, considering a variable, depending on my friend’s tendency to post analysis of concepts, he might still be thinking of what was said, in which case my opinion is that he is not mad, but simply taking his time to let the concepts explained in the arguments sink in.

And then, what if he has been so busy these latest days, that he simply hasn’t had time to give me a call; in which case my opinion is that he is not mad, he is just busy.

Three different opinions based on different possibilities. Each one is my solid opinion on the matter. One opinion is right and the others are wrong, but we don’t know which one is the correct, because we don’t know the variables. Once the variables become known, we will see which opinion was right. In the meantime, each opinion is solid and right, if the circumstances are in a specific way. For me, each opinion is solid, but people would consider them just possibilities.

It seems people mostly can accept in their minds only one solid opinion, and if there are variables (which is most of the times) they wouldn’t accept having different solid opinions, and would just call it as not having an opinion at all!

At the same time, they would consider someone having more than one opinion as someone who is changing his opinions all the times, based in that they themselves cannot have more than one opinion, so anyone having more than one have to be a confused person or someone that changes his mind, so he would be someone who’s opinion cannot be taken seriously. But the problem is that they themselves cannot accept more than one opinion in their heads at the same time, and so tend to think that everybody else should be the same like them.

Weird, isn’t it?



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The Green Thing

I was shown this post somebody published in Facebook. I think is funny, but also tells a couple of truths that should be considered when trying to reach a self sustained system and the whole “save the planet” thing.




The Green Thing

Checking out at the store, the young cashier suggested to the much older lady that she should bring her own grocery bags, because plastic bags are not good for the environment.

The woman apologized to the young girl and explained, “We didn’t have this ‘green thing’ back in my earlier days.”

The young clerk responded, “That’s our problem today. Your generation did not care enough to save our environment for future generations.”

The older lady said that she was right — our generation didn’t have the “green thing” in its day. The older lady went on to explain:

Back then, we returned milk bottles, soda bottles and beer bottles to the store. The store sent them back to the plant to be washed and sterilized and refilled, so it could use the same bottles over and over. So they really were recycled. But we didn’t have the “green thing” back in our day.

Grocery stores bagged our groceries in brown paper bags that we reused for numerous things. Most memorable besides household garbage bags was the use of brown paper bags as book covers for our school books. This was to ensure that public property (the books provided for our use by the school) was not defaced by our scribblings. Then we were able to personalize our books on the brown paper bags. But, too bad we didn’t do the “green thing” back then.

We walked up stairs because we didn’t have an escalator in every store and office building. We walked to the grocery store and didn’t climb into a 300-horsepower machine every time we had to go two blocks.

But she was right. We didn’t have the “green thing” in our day.

Back then we washed the baby’s diapers because we didn’t have the throw away kind. We dried clothes on a line, not in an energy-gobbling machine burning up 220 volts. Wind and solar power really did dry our clothes back in our early days. Kids got hand-me-down clothes from their brothers or sisters, not always brand-new clothing.

But that young lady is right; we didn’t have the “green thing” back in our day.

Back then we had one TV, or radio, in the house — not a TV in every room. And the TV had a small screen the size of a handkerchief (remember them?), not a screen the size of the state of Montana. In the kitchen we blended and stirred by hand because we didn’t have electric machines to do everything for us. When we packaged a fragile item to send in the mail, we used wadded up old newspapers to cushion it, not Styrofoam or plastic bubble wrap. Back then, we didn’t fire up an engine and burn gasoline just to cut the lawn. We used a push mower that ran on human power. We exercised by working so we didn’t need to go to a health club to run on treadmills that operate on electricity.

But she’s right; we didn’t have the “green thing” back then.

We drank from a fountain when we were thirsty instead of using a cup or a plastic bottle every time we had a drink of water. We refilled writing pens with ink instead of buying a new pen, and we replaced the razor blade in a razor instead of throwing away the whole razor just because the blade got dull.

But we didn’t have the “green thing” back then.

Back then, people took the streetcar or a bus and kids rode their bikes to school or walked instead of turning their moms into a 24-hour taxi service in the family’s $45,000 SUV or van, which cost what a whole house did before the”green thing.” We had one electrical outlet in a room, not an entire bank of sockets to power a dozen appliances. And we didn’t need a computerized gadget to receive a signal beamed from satellites 23,000 miles out in space in order to find the nearest burger joint.

But isn’t it sad the current generation laments how wasteful we old folks were just because we didn’t have the “green thing” back then?

Please forward this on to another selfish old person who needs a lesson in conservation from a smart ass young person.

We don’t like being old in the first place, so it doesn’t take much to piss us off… Especially from a tattooed, multiple pierced smartass who can’t make change without the cash register telling them how much.

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Two Plus One



So strange. Small everything it is, and for many years it was a small world between the two. What kind of love? As in love? As in friendship? As in forced? As in destiny? Who knows. After like a hundred years of marriage the single life before seems just like a vanishing dream I had several days ago; an illusion; it never really happened.

A small car and some pictures that bring memories of a time of illusion that happened before the actual pictures. Before we were two in a small world that existed as in no more than ten blocks around. That’s how it started. The picture below reflects that time already gone.




Like a mirage in the desert sand, the paved road ahead is really an extremely bumpy road, no matter which one we choose. And it is true; it is said in extreme situations is when you know who your real friends are. It can be applied to marriage too. Funny when we start to compare the marriage state with earthquakes, big storms and tsunamis. The peaceful life of a neighborhood could be seen as the collection of storms in every house; you just need especial thinking glasses to see it.

From the representative image of a small car that is still around, to the latest acquired balance that will last for who knows how long, before the continuous storm break it apart, and a new balance will have to be found. Something people call “maturing”, I guess.

Time flies, and it was just yesterday when we were bored to death not knowing what to do and not having anything to do, because we couldn’t see; although our parents did have many suggestions from their perception, that fell outside our mind visual scope because we were children. In time units it seems it was just yesterday; in memory units it seems just another dream that never really happened. It was so long ago!

Bumpy roads. Quiet storms one after another. Finding the balance over and over again. In that little but expanding world from the picture above. Two in the solitary road of personal relationships, while surrounded by the effervescent city life of references, images of material desire and their social pressure; how things “suppose to be”, rather than finding the personal balance that is the only one that will ever work. But that implies change, and change is always painful.

But time is the only constant in the game. It will march, no matter what. So like children so immerse in the game that didn’t realize the pass of time, the wading through the storms while traveling the bumpy roads doesn’t allow to perceive the passing of time.

And then they were three…

Carrying the Precious Gift through the storms; trying to remain standing as a whole, while feeling the beating of the never ending storms, that always tend to wear out hearts and souls. We mature they say. They even invented pain killers like the phrase “The golden age”; who knows. Finding a new balance again, until the next storm. And then the feelings as the sailor holding tight to the mast so not to be blown away by the storm, yet so tired after time the uncanny thoughts of once and for all simply and finally let go. To the unknown.

But two plus one will always be three, so challenging the rules of math cannot be done. A new balance has to be found; and so now outside the little world, when sunny moments happen to be in between the storms, the Golden Age balance has to be created, with the hopes the mast of a long time ago promise will hold in place, while the hands will never let go.




Perhaps is the Precious Gift received; perhaps is the mast of the promise of long time ago; perhaps is the feelings that will always be there, as the hands that never let go; or even perhaps the fear to the unknown. But in those moments of balance under the sun the smile returns together with the hopes, and holding hands we stand to watch the eternal clock keep ticking away and see what calendar we are in, as they always fly away with the storms.

Maybe like wine; when proper care has been taken it can become something unique and outstanding; but if no care is given it can simply spoil to become nothing to be proud of. When will be the final storm? So we can find the last balance and sail away to the sunset together, with only memories of the bumpy roads; keeping the Precious Gift in our hearts and ingrained in our souls.

Like in math, two plus one will always be three, no matter what.



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