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The Conversations are Grueling
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- Written by: Rod Boyle
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We meet, once, sometimes twice a week, in an out-of-the way coffee house. You never can tell who might be listening....
And we catch up; there are plans afoot to change the world.
He catches me up on the news, the politics of the election, the latest conspiracies and herbal remedies.
There are the doubts about 911, "It was an inside job" he tells me and he taps his nose. We're being strung along by the banks and corporations while they ready things for the new world order. The new world government. He outlines their plan, it's sinister, reduce the world population, bunkers are being stockpiled in Montana, they'll starve the poor and non-christian, preparing the way for the righteous, the wealthy, to inherit the earth...It's only a matter of time...
Unless the saucer people get here first. They'll change things, he's just not sure if it will be for the better or not...
They were supposed to be here last week. He changes the subject.
"Did you watch TV last night?...." a lead in to another topic, he knows I don't have a TV, it doesn't matter, he'll fill me in.
We meet for coffee, once or twice a week, catch up, it's only an hour.
The conversations are gruelling.
Of N*** in 3 slices
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- Written by: Rod Boyle
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I woke up, groggy, barely able to move but I was going to write down this dream, it would only take a minute, I could fall asleep again when I finished.
And I turn on the light, check the clock - must be 3 - 4:00 AM?
It's 7:10 and I'm late, my dream is swiftly evaporating.
There was my mother, somewhere off in a town, shopping, a small old town on a forested mountainside that runs to the sea, overcast, old brick houses and shops. A ferry, I was on it waiting for her, she should hurry or she'll miss it. She missed it.
And N*** - her profile, in 3 paper thin slices, one slice merely a shadow, the other 2 filled with pink polka dots.
Synesthesia
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Common among artists, Synesthesia is a cross wiring of the senses that allows the Synesthete to experience one sense (for example colour) in conjuntion with another (such as taste or sound). For example, a Synesthete might describe the color red as being hot, brown as being slick, and blue as making a ringing sound akin to a telephone, another might describe the sound of C Sharp as "tasting salty". Various explanations exist for the condition.
Famous synesthetes include Vladimir Nabokov (see his autobiography "Speak Memory"), Duke Ellington , David Hockney and Richard Feynmann.
Further links and videos are listed below.
Brief definition with examples at: Absolute Astronomy
Website for Synesthetes: www.synesthete.org
YouTube clip explaining: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DvwTSEwVBfc
Tuesday - Oct 21. Another Shaw Bill
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- Written by: Rod Boyle
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Yet another bill from Shaw today, still with all charges for their Digital Phone Service that I cancelled 2 months before. It's getting to be a large bill, last time I paid in person, requesting yet again that they remove the digital phone from my billing. The customer service agent looked perplexed that I was refusing to pay for services I had not recieved. Looking looked into it, she advised me it will be cancelled, all charges will be reversed. And yet another bill arrives, with all old charges and new ones too, ever hopeful that I slip up and pay without questioning.
There is not time today, but there will be a post on "Premeditated and Systematic Incompetence", wherein I discuss how companies exploit consumers reluctance to argue, complain or simply even notice the illegal charges companies place upon their customers accounts. Think of the impetus, the rewards Shaw offers to have direct debit? And why not, then they can simply help themselves to money from your bank account at a rate of billing determined by themselves? For every customer who complains 100 customers don't even notice.
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