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Averment to Amuse, My Guilty Pleasure

It has been some time, for some reason, for someone, for some things to be discussed in the open.  The time is nigh.  I reveled in the atmosphere of company, the brightness of oration, and presence overall.

I try to keep my cards close to my chest most times, living alone for 20 years made me that way.  I have tried openness and have difficulties disgorging my ways and methods.  The mind works the way it was developed.  Both by nature and nurture.  Once hardwired the dendrite connections are hard to alter.  I see things I saw as a child and still seem to interpret them similarly. 

“Whether it’s a symphony or a coal mine, all work is and act of creation and comes from the same source: from the inviolate capacity to see through one’s own eyes ----which means: the capacity to perform a rational identification---which means: the capacity to see, to connect and make what had not been seen, connected and not seen before.” . . . “He doesn’t know how he created his work or why, it just came out of him spontaneously, like vomit out of a drunkard.”…” Does affection make one a coward?”… A.R. Atlas Shrugged

In creating, the mind has its own motor, there is no steering wheel or gear shift.  The impetus comes from both within, and from outside stimuli.  A muse is one.  Valuable and unattainable.  Revered and admired. Nothing more.  Admiration and affection are undeniable and undefended.  As time progresses the ideas do not travel a roadway or direction, they morph and disfigure, transforming into something foreign from the original sin.

Now I must look to the world I wonder in.  Where will my failings foist forward to discover.  What will I see, envision, develop, conjure, and bring to essence?  Where will my mind drift to as the sands of time pour from the hourglass of my existence?  Each grain falls and joins the past.  Not the same, but inalienably identical in their differences.  As I delve into explorations the mind always travels the routes of the past, pondering benefits and features seen and unseen.

I do not apologize for my weaknesses.  A smile, a smirk, a line, a look, all drive the motor of thought.  Cogito Ergo sum.  It is said.  I agree, and want to learn more. Whence cometh thou with thine eyes.  I could not disagree, my drift was asea.  But I posit more from less, breadth from width, and ascension from a rise.  My inner outermost raison d’etre was not cunning.  It was appreciation.   Amazed in appreciation, in awe at the verve, essentially drinking in that which is presented.

I am I.  He who knows better but cannot do better.  Hopefully I amuse.

A nice pour over Patricia, make it pure Java.

Mark Hull Du Calumet, First of the coterie of York, Son of Don, Scion of Karl in the House of Pfunkstadt, Connubial of Suzanne, Yeoman to the Hun of Honda, Prevailing in the Seat of Hespeler, Having been again to Australia, and now Grandad's Land, and for some, from The Dark Side. Not am Main nor ab der Elba, but down the Donau, and with Turkish Chai. #garagelurker2019, also A.C., Cee Minus, Amused.

Cut Long, Shorten Never

The cut that is less than expected will lead to a repetitious existence.  There are of course courses that run short of expectations; never expect them to be longer.  The optics of myopia are manifold.  Bumping and cajoling on our way makes the trip feel longer.  So why is the shortcut so attractive to so many?

It may be perceived that the route less protracted will angle you to success mor aptly. This is a falsehood.  And as all good hoods, should be avoided.  The passing of advantage passes to the experienced.  Experience is that which gives us knowledge.  With that in hand, your passage becomes more delectable. 

It is oft postulated that the distance afforded between two distant spots can be ascertained by a line that has no curves.  As boring as that is, I do not travel that way.  No, boring is not my way, short neither.  How then does efficiency and effectiveness not go the route of directness.  They both cover the interesting and meaty path.  Information gleaned and glowing form this satiates the mind.  A mind this worldly enjoys the education of passage.

To become short is also a travesty not yet enjoyed in the larger scheme.  Why couldst a person or persons drive toward the shortcut?  Is there a desire for less drama in their story?  My saga does not will to be that unenlightened.  I yearn for knowledge and experience at a rate rarely fully sufficed.  Traipsing through the years on a long road, dense with experience serves the mind better.

The short road misses the scene, bypasses the interesting, and blands your travels.  If its short, chances are you will only short circuit your experience.  The length and breadth needn’t be abridged.  This is not a quick course to fill a term in which Coles Notes will suffice.   I want the Tome.  Fill it and exude the experience.

Make it a solo coffee, Cynthia.

Mark Hull Du Calumet, First of the coterie of York, Son of Don, Scion of Karl in the House of Pfunkstadt, Connubial of Suzanne, Yeoman to the Hun of Honda, Prevailing in the Seat of Hespeler, Having been again to Australia, and now Grandad's Land, and for some, from The Dark Side. Not am Main nor ab der Elba, but down the Donau, and with Turkish Chai. #garagelurker2019, also A.C., Cee Minus.

You Know When it Changes, Yen for the Past, Drive for the Future

It was beautiful, pacific, and therapeutic.  I revelled and languished as the hours passed.  Nonsense jabber and solving the problems of the world and selves in tandem.  Personal and societal advances mean that everything advances.  Motion is inevitable.

The world without end is tautological in itself.  The human race imbues the thought that passage through time is a progression and not static.  I move amongst the crowds at times not perceiving nor registering those and them who do not catch my presence.  To all of them, am I there or am I solely in a world without end?

Travels brings me to the world as it is delivered.  New and different from home.  Home is where stasis can be but not always must be.  Being different is a good thing as differing can be useful.  As we all are moving forward, differing in our own ways.

Can we ever return?  Nope!  It was then and is now a changed place.  The butterfly effect has taken us astride a new horse.  We have taken the road less travelled and started a new journey.  That experience as made our worlds different.  Morphed to a future not known then and changing by the second.

The orb travels trough space at a blistering rate.  We hang on to what we want and have.  Some things spin out of our grasp and we need to find another rein to grip.  Take them and steer our way to a butterfly world we can live in.  Move toward better and away from that which does not please us.  Push and pull on the reins as they can help us understand others and their own journey.

Pour me perfect pleasure Pamela,

Mark Hull Du Calumet, First of the coterie of York, Son of Don, Scion of Karl in the House of Pfunkstadt, Connubial of Suzanne, Yeoman to the Hun of Honda, Prevailing in the Seat of Hespeler, Having been again to Australia, and now Grandad's Land, and for some, from The Dark Side. Not am Main nor ab der Elba, but down the Donau, and with Turkish Chai. #garagelurker2019, also A.C., Cee Minus.

Serenity not Solitude Switched to Sympatico

As movement along the timeline continues, we shape and shear our life and longings.  Passage happens with the morphing of needs and wants.  Without willingness to change stagnation occurs.  As in other worlds I have known, my Muse has altered settings and sessions.

To be inspired is to be honoured with thoughts and ponderings of possibilities as well as benignancy.  As a society, the motion of ideas through language and communication is how new ideas and concepts are born.  Once bourne, these ideas meld into common usage and norms, progress is made, and the life of the cogent progresses.

I singularly delve into that which is for nought.  With and without those in my midst.  Amid change and charter is where the options appear.  The what of the why and how it comes from where when who gets them under the skin of awareness.  To peel back the skin of onion only reveals more skin-like membranes.

To those of whom I have assisted, and to those who have aided in my own ontogenesis, my gratitude is shown with my subjugation to greater randomness and disjunction with the status quo.  I veer fro and to agin’ the wind.  Test the waters and conjoin two or three ideas not like the others.  Read.  Observe.  Take in.

Our travel through time is an unstoppable reality.  As we grow our world grows.  We see and have seen more.  We lose and gain knowledge as the pipe of our cranium fills and overflows.  To take one thing for granted leaves us open for downfall.  Test and stress the limits of the world around.  I have always had one or two fires burning in the hearth of life.  Now I crave and relish the unknown more than ever.

May my Muse always challenge me.   How my mind minds things I am doing and my mind is thinking about.

Make it Macchiato Maria, gotta be sweet on you.

Mark Hull Du Calumet, First of the coterie of York, Son of Don, Scion of Karl in the House of Pfunkstadt, Connubial of Suzanne, Yeoman to the Hun of Honda, Prevailing in the Seat of Hespeler, Having been again to Australia, and now Grandad's Land, and for some, from The Dark Side. Not am Main nor ab der Elba, but down the Donau, and with Turkish Chai. #garagelurker2019, also A.C., Cee Minus.

The Haunted “Rene M Gerrits”, not the Hunted but hinted.

To understand the paranormal and the effects and affectations is like ESP unleashed.  We don’t, and wont. This read takes one into the depths of belief, I had my doubts.  What could two doubters ever come to realize?

I too had my dissonance throughout the journey.  Then I did, and immediately didn’t again.  As I enter and exited a distinct Fete Noire, my Spidey senses hackled my neck hairs.  While no tome on the subject, but a quizzical romp through possibilities, the read is fluid and fortuitous.

The two brothers play to and against their contractor.  Many times, I thought there would be a much more instant comeuppance for that puppet of the night.  The endearing entrances and exits of possibilities ran my brain amok and crook.  There were passages I reread to ensure my gist was just.  Jokingly I continued to justify my judgment.

To Wit: I have never believed.  To add: I have my doubts. To you, parry my argument.  Put forth that which you pleasure your own gray matter with.  Mine is in situ and quite solidly constrained.  Can I wrap my head around the reality of the unreal?  I have been challenged this time.  That which is impugned, is that which could be possible.  Hence the disjunction between though and reality which this book exposes.

The drama ensues through ups and declinations in action, from question to fact via flirtatious encounters.  From one possibility to another, quickly pouncing on your thoughts of possibility.  The enjoyable slide from one side to the other making the read digestible at its core.

My only caveat would be that you do not dismiss early, neither the protagonists nor the obvious.  There is very little obviosity to observe.  I truly did not know. Now that I do, you could pay me for the end, 50/50 I would decline. 

The author did his job in defining the test, I parried my best.  In the end, the smile on my face was enough.  And like any good yarn, the clarity to understand was utmost.  I know and I cannot tell.  I could tell but would not know how you digest that information.  My cards are held close.  And you know my chest never wavers.

Pour it straight Steph, I need a hard shot of the Java today.

Mark Hull Du Calumet, First of the coterie of York, Son of Don, Scion of Karl in the House of Pfunkstadt, Connubial of Suzanne, Yeoman to the Hun of Honda, Prevailing in the Seat of Hespeler, Having been again to Australia, and now Grandad's Land, and for some, from The Dark Side. Not am Main nor ab der Elba, but down the Donau, and with Turkish Chai. #garagelurker2019, also A.C., Cee Minus.

Cheeky Cheery Cherry Cheeked Company Cheers Me

Cheer gives way to smiles all around.  Cheer gives some Cherry cheeks. To me, its both that make me smile.  Good friends with good times lead all forward.  The doldrums of winter need be predicated on cherry and cheer.  With Wine all come forward, and with friends all comes cheery.

“Give me a home among the gum trees,

With lots of plum trees, a sheep or two, a kangaroo,

A clothes line out the back, verandah out the front,

And an old rocking chair.”  (John Williamson)

There are few that relish in the revel of others joy.  Its my joy to see this and I marvel at it every day I see it.  Fires and food are the things in the winters that make these happen.  Occasionally but not frequently enough.  The glow of a smile is something you cannot purchase or decree.  It arrives and is just in itself perfect.

Not as oft as we should, time stalls for us and you can relax and take in that which is around us.  To make the time hover and stall you need good times with good friends.  Take the time to pause over thoughts and actions.  Entertain with glee as the social aspect of our humanness is drank in.  Looking and laughing and lolling about, is the action of stopping and smelling the roses.

Roseate smiles and bright-eyed glances spill forth to bring joy to the table.  How is it that our busy lives can stash this revelry on the back burner.  Hurried lives must both allow this to regenerate the verve of life.  As powerful sultanates languish, the plebes of the world scurry and hurry too much.  We all must embrace the leisure we are due by design.

It was postulated that the processing ability of external devices would free us.  Shackles are what we were gifted instead.  Drop that and go face to face with the world.  Enjoy that which is personal and not prioritized by connectivity.

Free flow that Java Felicity, get me away from the locks.

Mark Hull Du Calumet, First of the coterie of York, Son of Don, Scion of Karl in the House of Pfunkstadt, Connubial of Suzanne, Yeoman to the Hun of Honda, Prevailing in the Seat of Hespeler, Having been again to Australia, and now Grandad's Land, and for some, from The Dark Side. Not am Main nor ab der Elba, but down the Donau, and with Turkish Chai. #garagelurker2019, also A.C., Cee Minus.

1000 Days

The first millennium A.C..  As we enter the second, what knowledge have we gleaned from the experiment we are all in?  I don’t mean, conspiracy, or hearsay, or junk science, or fake news.  Real knowledge that we can all agree on.

Man is pliable only for a certain length of time.  Changes can occur from our stasis, but only within a limited expectation.  Man wants and yearns for the equilibrium of moderate change at the pace not noticed.  Rapid or immediate change causes trauma and pushback.  For example, years ago electronic money transfers were only acceptable with full documentation and back up resources and proof.  Now a tap is fine for pretty much every purchase.  We accepted lockdowns for a while, now, the mere mention ire’s most.

Buzz phrases and touchpoints can set off a storm of displeasure.  A mere mention of masking or vaccinations will now make people steam at the ears. Two years ago, we masked up and lined up for vaccinations by the millions.  Now mere mention of these will paint you to one side or another of a debate and you lose, friends, family, and some a job.

Elected officials can now defer to “experts” without losing the faithful.  Forever after, when confronted with an emergency, our elected official will no longer have to make tough decisions, they simply find some random proficient of expertise and state, “they are following the best practices as defined by this expert”.  Bollox to them, I elected THEM to make decisions not some nobody from nowhere.

We have also learned, the longer a crisis endures, then the more, the and the more extreme wackos will come out of the woodwork.  They have and will continue to.  As I was a research assistant, (with a credit for same), we wrote a book on argumentation.  Super Rule # 1: Never argue with a fanatic.   How do people not know this some 40 years after we wrote that book.

1000 days and 1000 nights, make mine as strong as it gets. Pour over for sure.  Thanks Margery.

Mark Hull Du Calumet, First of the coterie of York, Son of Don, Scion of Karl in the House of Pfunkstadt, Connubial of Suzanne, Yeoman to the Hun of Honda, Prevailing in the Seat of Hespeler, Having been again to Australia, and now Grandad's Land, and for some, from The Dark Side. Not am Main nor ab der Elba, but down the Donau, and with Turkish Chai. #garagelurker2019, also A.C., Cee Minus.

Exuberance Excites the Einstein in Each of Us

To witness whether one’s wiles have provided stimulation, rests on no laurels. Copper Enamelled or not.  The glint in the eyes is clear, the exuberance of expression and the clarity of the tongue are precise, Meaning and understanding come easily, both mind and expression the same.

To whit the stance, to whit the movement, to whit the sign of engagement.  As an electron is excited movement and heat increases.  As a human is excited, the glow shows.  The duration depends on the inputs. Whereas an electron can immediately stop and start its heat production, when gathered in many in human form, the ongoing overflow is obvious.

At this time of year many things are heated.  Heat your house, your car, your feet, your body, your mind.  The mind stimulated can result in the others doing the same.  The power of the cranium be never underestimated.  By weigh proportionally, we, Man, carry the largest brain.  If you use it enough, the exercise only expands the dendritically connected cells.

The more connections, the better the operation of this tool.  Mastering it should be a goad for everyone.  Some practice, and some do not.  The obviosity of this effort is easily shown and seen.  Effort and results, as with everything, more leads to more.  Strain those connections to the limit, as with credit it will be extended.  With me it becomes Music, math and creation.  I will not rest it lest it becomes lethargic. 

I find the winter months are best for development.  Smaller rooms lead to less wandering, less wandering leads to a concentrated effort of design.  Both depth and breadth need exploring.  This is not a surgical operation but by using the blunt tools and those yet unpracticed with.  The eyes are the window not only to the soul but to the knowledge not yet understood.

Give it some Ginger as you pour Gretta and make it black.

ark Hull Du Calumet, First of the coterie of York, Son of Don, Scion of Karl in the House of Pfunkstadt, Connubial of Suzanne, Yeoman to the Hun of Honda, Prevailing in the Seat of Hespeler, Having been again to Australia, and now Grandad's Land, and for some, from The Dark Side. Not am Main nor ab der Elba, but down the Donau, and with Turkish Chai. #garagelurker2019, also A.C., Cee Minus.

New Beginnings Have New Challenges

Once something is defined as “new”, the mind wanders and wonders.  Look at New Coke.  Nope.  News is new, but the legs have fallen off in recent times.  A new coat makes you feel good without reproach.  A new day brings opportunities.  New shoes a different kind of strut.  New Year’s is celebratory for other reasons.  A new job brings challenges and trepidation. 

The face you bring to the game sets the stage for success.  Inquiring, questioning, affirming, and appreciation, are the mettle that raises you to the challenge.  How you are perceived will become part of your pedigree.  That is the value you bring and develop.  The road forward is built on your strengths and understanding.

Being at peace within yourself gives rise to a confidence and poise allowing your mind to absorb new ideas and processes, as well as enabling you to understand without prejudice.  While experience is what you lean on, knowledge and its development will make you grow.  A short tree can become tall in a forest well fertilized and tended.  Reaching higher for more nutrient.  Homo Sapien’s food for development comes from information.

The day you stop learning is the day you stop growing.  Learn always, grow often.  Proffer you knowledge when asked.  Opine when asked.  The two are different but both respected.  Questions are in fact requests for growth.  The answers can either be inert or rich with fodder.  Discerning the difference must be calculated.

Be you, but be with them.  We are on this planetary orb to exchange information, grow information, and understand information.  We have the largest brain by weight of any organism.  It has developed this way because we have developed this way.  You mind is a sponge-like tool to which we owe our existence.  Like a sponge, things move in and out, get morphed and expanded.  Use it to its utmost.

By design you are distinct from every other in the world.  Twins too are each slightly different.  Clones too would be different as well.  To walk in someone else’s shoes is an aphorism and not reality.  I am different, you are different, we are different.  Revel in bot the similarities and differences.

Do everything you do, best.

Steam those grounds Gertrude, Strong is what I need today.

Mark Hull Du Calumet, First of the coterie of York, Son of Don, Scion of Karl in the House of Pfunkstadt, Connubial of Suzanne, Yeoman to the Hun of Honda, Prevailing in the Seat of Hespeler, Having been again to Australia, and now Grandad's Land, and for some, from The Dark Side. Not am Main nor ab der Elba, but down the Donau, and with Turkish Chai. #garagelurker2019, also A.C., Cee Minus.

Art for Our Sake, Goodness Sakes!

The Art is not the reason, the art is the subject, not the object.  There is no reason in Art.  The eye, ear, or touch, takes it in and the subject is processed by the mind.  Rarely do two minds process in the same way.  It is a pleasure when the minds meet in the process.  I smile each time.

Some art becomes obvious and immediate, and some needs to gestate in the mind.  The mind’s eye must make dendritic connections before full appreciation can be achieved.  Time can make the eye and brain wander, paths and courses less travelled by.  Take the fork and knife your way through a piece, if you cut a similar swath as another, again smiles all around.

To watch the process can also be enjoyable.  To see the effluvium entering the eye and the corners of the lips twisting in question.  The apparent engulfing of visual stimuli forcing its way into the brain through ocular receptors and the resulting widening of the look.  Interpretation manipulated by one’s history and growth.  A smile arises as appreciation grows.

To see the detail and the big picture, in context and with understanding of the artist.  To parse the paint and/or medium with the thought that there was intent.  Fulfilling the mind’s need for input while straining the range of understanding.  This exercise feeds your thoughts and nourishes the cognizance of the world as it is.  A smile reflects both appreciation and pleasure.

As patron to doner, as plaster moves through clay to oil, the where and the what become less important.  The message received through perception, different for each body, is that which has the import to move.  True sight, tactile reception, and aural connectivity draws the interest clearer and with insight.  Whence the body reacts with a smile, appreciation has been reached.

I smiled and saw smiles a lot then.

Smash me with a splash of sugar in my Joe today, Sally.

Mark Hull Du Calumet, First of the coterie of York, Son of Don, Scion of Karl in the House of Pfunkstadt, Connubial of Suzanne, Yeoman to the Hun of Honda, Prevailing in the Seat of Hespeler, Having been again to Australia, and now Grandad's Land, and for some, from The Dark Side. Not am Main nor ab der Elba, but down the Donau, and with Turkish Chai. #garagelurker2019, also A.C., Cee Minus.