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What is paint made of, and how we end up with Chinese everything?

Not only does India hold the best pigment in India Black, but they are not Chinese.  So you take some liquid which will evaporate or harden, a carrier which will coat and ensure texture, a pigment agent either in liquid or small particulate form, and generally a can.  You now have paint.  With a sense of alacrity I will occasion the delivery of this recipe to the powers and see what covers up.

Big deal.

I once saw a Painted.

I once wrote a painted circle on a rock.

Painted things always fade.

Unpainted things always fade.

Fading can be restored by painting.

You can never un-paint something.

You can always paint again.

Paint always drips.

Drips always need more paint to cover them up.

You can cover up paint.

You cannot paint a cover-up.  How would you find it?

You cannot cover up China.

China cannot paint itself.  Boolean Proof.

China can be broken.

Broken cannot be painted.

China still uses lead paint.

Painting lead will not cover up the lead.

Lead is heavy.

You can’t lead a heavy to the fight.

You can fight a heavy.

You can’t heavy a Paint.

Some paints gallop.

Not all polls are painted.

Some are just tainted.

You can taint a paint.

Your Paint cannot paint.

Property can be painted.

Stubble cannot be painted.

Stipple is paint.

Stifle is an action.

Deeds speak.

Withdraw from the action if your speech is not heedful.

Heed you heels when painting.

Your Paint will.

This may be the last request for some time.  YOU, the great unwashed are as tolerant as a smear on a matte finish.  It can be seen all the time and cannot be covered up.  Look at former president Clinton.  He didn’t try to cover-up; he had Monica do it.  Still spilled on her frills.

Oops

 

Mark Hull

 

 

 

 

 

Not all systems require a reboot, some need The Boot.

The system we are on currently, not the economic one, is further removed from the truth than the one we were on in 1964.  What system?  The Gold Standard.  As last week we spoke of it being a lead slug, today we speak of it as a heavy metal prophylactic for bad management.  How many of you other than those who know the infamous Frank, are enamoured with the banking system?  Cuzin’ we all know, that to know, is to be Frank.

Now on the far side of incestuous money management where the dark side of the family is swept under the carpet of integrity, why is there this penchant for secrecy?  After all, we all know we can all know if we want to.  Let me give you an example.  We, if wanted, could set a marketing program in motion. Targeting only those single income families with mortgages over $100K, living within 69 miles of Toronto City Hall, with fewer than 3 children, none over the age of 16, who drive domestic vehicles, are not (insert specific religious leaning), vote Green, and pee yellow.

I won’t have to dump thousands in research and questionnaires to target my audience.  I simply call up the Ad agency and tell them what I want.  A directly addressed mailing will proceed to only those I have delineated.  It’s out there.  You are out there.  It’s all out there.  Go to a shopping mall. Go to the bank. Drive your car. Fill up. Walk in the park. Travel in the air. Go by streetcar or subway. Buy a pop. Cash a cheque. You have been seen and identified, counted and discounted.  Published or perished.  Your info and image are there poking its nose in data mined fields of info.

We have regulations where I go to the license bureau, I have to take back the form they sent to me with my info on it, and to fill it out with more of my info: they are regulated so they cannot destroy it or use my info improperly.  What?????????????  They sent the form to me with my info on it already.  I walk in and my info shows up on their puter screen.  They enter the new info I wrote on it and print out some new form.  It’s got my info embedded in it.  Then they say they have to return the original form to me because it has personal information on it?  Yet their computer now has my updated info, their printer spooler has my info on it, the new sticker and the ethereal copy of it has my info on it, and the people who entered the info knew the info for a while.  The info can be uploaded to a squad car so the Beat Cop can access my info.  This goes through the air waves like a radio. And they have to return the original form because they are not allowed to trash my info?

I can go to a kiosk in a mall and plug in the ownership of a car to see what the history of that car is.  I can walk away from the kiosk with the info still showing.  Privacy?  Info?

Old topic I know.  Just thought I would rattle the ubiquitous tree and see what falls.  And in the whole history of the world an Apple has fallen.  But not broken. Are you kidding! Those thinner than knickers-liner laptops are more delicate than an ice crystal in a concrete palace. Don't drop it. Beta lost and now Blue Ray is ever so straining at the popularity strings of your heart.  If Sony didn’t own large productions companies, they would have already gone back to the CD blue bayou like beta.

Apple wants you to know they can run Windows as well on their platforms.  Great.  One time I was being sold Travelers Cheques.  I had requested American Express brand cheques.  The bank was promoting VISA brand.  The manager said to me, “Well our VISA traveler’s cheques are the same as the AMEX ones”.  My response; “Well if they are the same, I will take the AMEX ones thank-you.”

So if you are buying an Apple and willing to drop the extra change, then going to turn around and run Windows on it, why not just give me the extra cash and I will give you a nicely running PC.  You can e mail me for my mailing address so you can forward the cheque promptly.

All money balanced weekly or monthly against the price of Gold.  The Gold Standard.  Then in the younger days of the Boomers, some wizened old coot thought all currencies should float against one currency in particular.  Hmm, slightly reminiscent of Gödel’s proof.  Coffee was considered.  But regardless that somewhat recent to this, Von Neumann and Morgenstern gifted JFK out of the Cuban Missile crisis, the world went along with this corrupt idea.  Now gold floats like a Bumble Bee and the world’s currencies bobble like a Butterfly.  Hmm.  Well let me float my own currency.  The money of trivial Saturday morning drivel spewed to the masses and infused with unsupported hyperbole and conjecture.  Ocular estimations and observances of the world from the bottom of a mine shaft.

Where’s the beef?  What is Paint made of?

Mark Hull

 

 

 

Foley’s Feast of Fluency

Foxhounds never hunt alone.  If you hump one out on their own, they merely slump in the meadows.  On the other hand in a cantata there is no need for contrition. Prior to the aria there is a small discussion between the father and the daughter:

 

“Recitative

 

Schlendrian You wicked child, you disobedient girl,

            oh! when will I get my way;

            give up coffee!

 

Lieschen     Father, don't be so severe!

            If I can't drink

            my bowl of coffee three times daily,

            then in my torment I will shrivel up

            like a piece of roast goat.”

 

Now imagine all this being written in Italian by a German about our beloved beverage Coffee.  You gotta know this was the birthplace of Gevalia.  Bach’s Cantata in.....?

Lastly you will know for sure that if you do not have your so apportioned Coffee that you will post hence shrivel up like a piece of roast goat!  Now on how they came to disgust goat so much, I plead ignorance.  Tea drinkers take note!  There is still time to make amends and dump the dreary beverage for a little pick-me-up of freshly brewed Java.  You don't want to turn into Schlendrian.  Despised and hated in his old age.

Step it up to the next rung in the ladder of life.  Coffee is high up this elevation attaining device.  Nectar of the Gods as previously stated in this forum.  That Foxhound gets his caffeine from the scent of others in mutual pursuit of prey.  We get ours directly from the cherry of life.  You need to embrace the drive of Lieschen.  Get your bowl out folks; the font and flow is dripping the goodness into your gullet.

Now we are all not fluent in the true ways of the world in all its glory.  Were it not for the Bildeburghers and all the other conspiratorial nation-state leaders we would be forest bound sipping warm Hemlock tea, bitten and drained by the mosquito’s of the north.  I remember summers slinging an axe in the north, slashing trees and scrub fighting the flies as an abomination of nature.  Stopping in the aft for a sippa’ and tweaking a pinch of hemlock sprig in my tea.  Nice at the time, with the thought that at some point I would really appreciate the Joe even more. 

Evergreen twisted into spring tea on a hillside in the heat of the day.  Wintergreen sipped slowly warming the thoughts.  Again always returning to the roan liquid of the Kings and Lieschen.

We lower our expectations with little or no return.  Each time we lower our expectations by 1% , we lower our return by 5%.  Let’s run the numbers cuz’in I know you all enjoy when I do that.  A Zeller Rat is standing in the electronics department of Wal-Mart.  (Ok, I know, “electronics department of Wal-Mart” is an oxymoron) the price of the big screen Chinese produced TV is at $799.  They wait for a reduction of 10%.  Now not only has the service/quality equation slid by 50%, that person has also lost out on the brand integrity.

As the price has dropped, so has the brand equity.  What was the “gold standard” in the industry is now merely a lead slug.  We are now in a bottoming out mode in the slide of the post Obama-crowning economy.  We wait till the Rats standing waiting for the pricing to drop go on a feeding frenzy.  At which time the sellers can simply jack the prices back up without increasing the quality.

When Starschmucks lowers the price of a coffee to a buck with free refills, it denigrates its brand.  Then has to work 100 times harder to return to its standard pricing framework.

Don't become a piece of shrivelled up goat.  Maintain your integrity.  Hold the course.  Sail into the wind.  Be a man of steel.  Forge ahead. Push the envelope.  Stand alone.  Shoot for the stars.  Strive for excellence.  Brave new worlds.  Endeavour to devour.  Kick it up.  Bammm!   To the moon Alice.  Ace the grade.  Tie the eternal golden braid.  Stainless instead.

Mark Hull

 

March in time, May not rain.

The months proceed like the ubiquitous Bulldozer in a Briar patch.  Stanch and with no volte-face in sight.  Plodding and banausic. The frontier of space.  Bounded by Mars on one hand, and our imagination on the other.  From whence cometh the month of March?  Simply behind February and ahead of April and May?

The month of variance, change and renewal.  Depending on your locale you may or may not have flowers poking their green and white head through the damp semi-frozen soil of your garden.  On the other hand you may be in the dull grey of pre-spring blahs.  Seeking foliage in all aspects, southern and interior.  The greening to come only a sun burst away from brightening your day.

You can listen to how a real Australian coffee roaster goes about his daily grind on the latest audio posting.

There are complete host of listening opportunities on the Bush Telegraph network

http://www.abc.net.au/rural/telegraph/index/weekly.htm

“A new twist on an old classic. Alterra combines traditional Yemen Mocha with Java Estate and adds a bit of specially roasted Ethiopian Harar Horse to give this blend even more complexity. The bittersweet chocolate of the Yemen and the broad, smooth flavour of the Java combine with the rich, fruity undertones of the Harar for a taste experience that you'll savour.”

Please just give me a real coffee.  Who is so pretentious to be speaking like this?  You wont find that kinda lingo on the Bush Telegraph news I betcha!  We delve into the depths of discerning coffee drinkers with only one thought in mind: do you enjoy the drink?  None of the gobble dee gook that is infused into that horrendous quote.  Take a sip, savour the moment and contemplate the essence of the beverage.  Warm, rich, comforting and demur.

As the seasons change and the clocks reconfigure for the springing ahead of adjustments, we contrive new ways of coping with lethargic winter weather.  The last few storms and showers of winter whisk away the dregs of winter down the sewers of spring.  The forecast moves slowly toward warmer days and crisper nights.  None of the frozen whiteland of winter for a few months we hope.

Coffee indulges the senses to encapture the prophesies of interminable truths.  Without the eternal roan liquid cradled in our palms, what would the future look like?  A nuclear wasteland of inconsequential beverages.  Nada.  The final countdown.  Take the beloved cherry and make grist in the mill of time.  Effluviates are drank with gusto.  Coffee.

This is what I am talking about!  Lapdog Creations.  They are having a Spring Fling Coffee Swap in the good ole U S of A.  Let me restate.  An association loosely knit together on a Blog supporting a net-wide Swap meet over Coffee.  Only handmade items accepted.  Mannnnn where do I get off the train full of Volvo driving, tree hugging, Birkenstock wearing, sunscreen slathering, aging hippies?  Is it not enough that we have freedom of expression that we have to allow persons unnamed to appropriate our beloved beverage for the purposes of promoting this preposterous positioning?

If you are gonna hump your sorry butt up the hill of morality, then please use another vehicle as your sensory uplifting device.  Leave the coffee alone!  Try Tea.  Maybe green tea. Or maybe colourless clear green tea.  Or maybe Chai Tea.  BUT NOT COFFEE. 

Coffee is dripped on the sweaty backs of farmers and pickers, roasted in the heat of passion, and brewed for the masses of the market.  WE DO NOT HAVE MORALITY FOR SALE.  Let alone a Spring Fling sale. 

Drip It!

Mark Hull