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The most interesting link of the day; half million year old wooden "structures" discovered, built by ancestors we can't even conceive of...
Link: https://www.bbc.com/news/science-environment-66846772
Consider, the Bible, Uruk, Epic of Gilgamesh, Dynasties of Europe, Iraq, the Cradle of Civilization, at most, 10-15,000 years old.
And then there's this, the fact we (not necessarily...) were building structures hewn with stone tools half a million years ago. What was lost in the interm?
Ample ground there for the mind to play...
Harold Sherman
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And these two books, found at the thrift shop:
So you can see that my reading is taking me off in all sorts of fascinating directions.
The first book I only managed to skim, used it as a prop to stare down Baristas and the Taco waiter and have them deliver my coffee/tacos unbidden, holding the book up, fingers to my temple, nothing in it that I hadn't read a hundred times before, and so dropping it off with some customers at the restaurant so they could "beam" me their orders, well, it's disappeared. Somebody is taking it all a little too seriously...
So on to TNT, which is much the same as everything else in the genre...
It's good, in that you can actually read up on the authors now, this, in the age of the internet, and see how closely their lives paralleled their teachings, I'm forever thinking of a certain notorious diet author of the 70's who wrote countless books on the topic and then died at a desk filled with snickers bars of a massive coronary...
Psycho-Pictography
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Now, having finished this, an amusing read, pop-psychology-new-age-jibber-jabber, the Bible contemporized, "Secret Esoteric Teachings" done in the Vernacular; "The Secret", which, of course, is no secret at all, it has been written about for thousands of years - change yourself, change your thinking, and you will change the world...
The entertaining part of this is the authors' "Mental Imagery", or provided "Psycho-Pictographs", stories that he tells, contemporary, that illuminate or illustrate his point.
Now I'm somewhat struck by the fact that he's simply recycling and updating the Bible, the Psalms and Gospels actually illustrate the same points, only they are in need of some contemporizing; few people can nowadays relate to the imagery of a shepherd and their flock.
But an introduction to more obtuse authors along the same theme, for example Richard Maurice Bucke, author of "Cosmic Consciousness", others who I will have to look up later, a curious read, and as I've the idea already, the plot, the theme from a hundred, thousand other authors I'll soon have to find the time to apply all of these abundant teachings...
Now, herein lies a problem, that most of what I'm reading in one way or the other reinforces my thinking, and I'm in need of something that rather challenges it...
No Questions Asked...
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Yesterday I give my notice. I'm on another 12 hour double as JR has a job interview. Day is slow, night is busy, a "late busy", the kind that pisses you off when you're getting ready to go home and tables start arriving, the piss-off of a late close.
Tickles, of course, is crashing, and SR and his wife are in the kitchen helping, SR washing dishes, his wife cooking, Tickles on cold side making salads.
It passes and Tickles is left to clean up.
The shift, probably the biggest single ring out of the summer, yet it ran smoother than any of the shifts where I rang out half as much with the "help" that I was given.
They ask no questions about my resignation. It was expected, overdue, they don't want the answers they know will come. Like "Am I a fucking Donkey?" and "How did you think this was sustainable" and "WTF???". They're strangely, solemnly quiet.
Out loud they voiced a plan to work towards closing, then, my departure is the nail in the coffin.
It isn't, there are servers that would happily work in reasonable circumstance, reasonable hours, but these are things they can't provide. They need donkeys, a whole new team, they've killed the old team...
Today, up early, another day in fucking hell. Drive out, because I don't fucking know my schedule, it's perpetually being upended by JR's antics, find JR mopping, he arrived late last night, no, I'm on the split today...
Sure. 2 weeks 2 more days of this.
SO now, on the Balfour Beach, bottle of tequila in one hand, laptop in the other, a scour of the beach found me a well-worked flint with all of the divots from pressure flaking, but no good shape, a scraper, or discard. A beautiful day made lousy by the prospect of work, but 12 shifts left and I'm free, and there's no telling that I won't be free before then...
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I start at 12:30, JR retires, his day is done. He's upstairs pouting. He told me they'd be closing on October 9th, I held firm on my departure Sept 30th. The opportunity to negotiate a graceful exit is long past.
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