Big Sis's fave buzzword of the zzzzeitgeist and .... what?
Funny that almost bang on cue.
But i do seem to be the one who operates it.
So, being inadvertently due a snippet of overheard chat - a tad hubrist as usual, whilst charging, i found the actual second source...
Even if it was the first - it actually created my silly hillbilly inner setting of stick up for the generally besmirched small person.
Her family 'abused' and thought 'other'; beyond the milkmaid's pail...
There's no point using 'ancestor' words like 'shibboleth' as i guess it's been 'twas ever thus, though I'm not so sure, just how needy the Britolites are such that they so desperately need to find new words before understanding the earthmum tongue...
(exactly, in that the saddest thing i ever heard was " i refugeed off from my tongue of birth just when i was reaching my intellectual prime and so never developed intellectually within that language and this adopted one even after thirty years i feel i am not as proficient as if i was hereborn.." )
The English language ( remember that snippet yestermorn that so beautifully demonstrates what i heard goin' through Gotham 2017 an American senator no less, very white and as usual chubby it sounded, could no longer speak his own language in such a way it made sense), so what does that even mean? Nope that's the wrong way of putting it... basically i guess decades of Muppetry and other bad tv segwaying into Fakebookese..
....define being centred: type segway into this now restored squigglebox
which highlights dodgy ritein' and it has always - fifteen years ive used this actually fair dinkum simple system that hasnt changed much thank god, always it has objected to that word and i never understood why... when it's working of course in this world of almost everything has an intermittent fault espesh the humanoids....
... anyway one rather good word it would never leave be and i never had the ultracentredness to bother looking up exactly what's the problem, as it's always felt that segway was in fact the right spelling, but one sees that Segway inc nicked that way of writing it, and infact having a lookup on OED.com for free as almost all the chatteratti are so so up themselves they can't even keep their gated "community" locked up propper
.. but the really interesting aspect is segue is only 75 years old .... golly gosh i never had the ultra centredness to sit and enjoy at last getting that English-foreigner word figured.... so what hope is there for any immo i think they should all sue under the HRA whilst it still is here before we join Belaruss and Russia as the only footstampers in the European region - much larger than just the EU... errata 'we' ive never considered myself of this land ...oops nearly Miss Put that - )
Anyway ...hmm though far too confabulated that could be the term for "them" even if a perfect example of just how much effort they've put into showing off their hobby of having more complex in-voodoo than the next gal...
(at least their arch mumbogod Mister Pullman who perverted the inscrutable, AND the dads, with his rather immutably madness-inculcating, Serafina, in a way does agree that this cannot go on..... that's for another day)
The Sourcerers, spawned a whole army of (atomised, sharper elbows than Serafina's actual pointedly one rain d'etre ...) Sourceresses - the source discovered.. blahh blahh no one cares but i know knowing sure makes adapting a far more centred a matter - know how and why Goebbels got his jackboots wedged in the open door and you know why you were gassed or 'gaslighted' not that i have ever used THAT madword ever in any setting even if it became the default insult for almost every argy bargy...
Anyway.... 'progress' it really is quite extraordinary how you get one utterly irrelevant mad Samsung 'update' - oops two in six months and one discovers six months later at last that the first decided that your standard 15 years in use, Mp4 bits of film dont want to play on the standard windows media player became film and tv or whatever stupid rebranding they give it ... and it means that it has taken for six months at least three times more clicks and battery to look at an absurdist filmclip before uploading it to Tube or even here (if below 100mb - Google bein' meanies like my readers) which is exhausting and without a socket basically almost impossible to keep the train of thought going and my thoughts here are ALL i do for some years all other digital having become fake some years ago sadly..
But now.... the latest 'update' (if one is a REAL 'dancer' as i became age 18 or maybe 20 ..... due FARMING! not showing off .... my first ever off-MY-farm job was for an aerial cropsprayer driving his van between jobs and loading up the vile poison in the days before we knew it was all vile poison,
in fact even in 198meetwos this was not about showing off in that there are plenty of places in the world where bobbing around in an old banger - most of them here were Yankeeland's
handmedowns well used
was the only way one could fairly reliably get between islands etc and do REAL 'humanitarian' work etc...
Anyway in the days of actual real "bodily" WORKING aviation - that sounds perverse, but if you are being paid to bob around in these things - not very well asit appens kindof for the love of it, and hardly anyone ever bothered with girly sunglasses me ive never owned a pair which means i am now alien to all so called modern "humanity" as the eyes are the windows of being not for sale, when all else sold out to mere vulgarity...
(we did ponder "snobby tramps" maybe that needs using, now..)
anyway THE most interesting moment of life was sitting next to a Master of The Universe in his old banger Baron and as we enterred a truly lethal grumbler over the hills North of Their Riviera - occupational hazzard, no way of knowing the nasty ones from the lesser sos ...
and despite him being President of Bankers Trust my ohh my under pressure from above the whole universe conspiring to pull us up into the heavens in more ways than one into a stalled condition which guarantees death below one learned in lesson one of how to dance in a winged thing, that even if Mont Blank may be poking its nose through the clouds into your cockpit you PUSH DOWN .... as thats the only way you don't stall - something of a compromise....
splendid thing on ones cv i wrecked a rather fancy flying machine being the wings got bent... so as to save HIS life fighting with him to do what it says on the can, lesson one...
Anyway a preamble to yes it is a dance to not only fly the thing - the easy bit, but make sure ones coffee flask and notebooks and sometimes work paperwork or domestic electricity bill are kept up with and then all "them" switches are kept shipshape - it was the most wonderful unlearnable usage of the "human" body to optimise every smallest movement such that one obtained maximum efficiency - not in any man-and-machine bullshit way no just to make sure one pee bottle never spills nor coffee and pens dont drop down the side if writing ones memoirs en-route and then theres the planey stuff like all the levers got to be pulled at just the right moment to minimise every centilitre of fuel as usually ones employer is a scoundrel who underfuels you to save on their bottom line and no you dont put the wheels down to last second as that uses a millicentiliter blahh blahh.. mind and body totally one, every movement calculated by the real magic of the dancin' bod so as to segue perfectly into the next with minimum exertion....
so as to stay alive and well caffeinated ...so as to stay alive... rather than all other dancin' which is merely dilettante
anyway... talk about a Kushneresque zen of the oppressed... truly gpoing with the inscrutable 'flow' of the slower dance of 'other people'... a masterclass, of late.
All that matters is thirty to ideally 50 km a week up hilly tracks... past fiftty three ohh my how they procrastinate, a big word for fib....
theytoo are of that ilk
Ididn't think i would get the big one in thisterweek - bobbing bwteen maybes.
And sat here surviving... listening to the "survivors" just like that everything flows into place when i knew theres no way it would...
which sounds VERY 'positive vibes only' fuck off that talk kills people for real as when you PERSIST this long knowing 95% of vibes are there to rattle your cage, even if mine like the other door, once in use, is fairly well oiled ...
sometimes its as if the divine oilcan strapped aback Serrafina's ticklin' stick is on side..
ohh yes as i was saying a samsung 'update' - and i have live jotted to embarrass myself with typos bad spelling and nonsense with ease... quite contentedly for fifteen years
which is one aspect of 'centredness' especially as i now know why this whole PP aint in that everything has to look perfect if its just a hobby - i mean all of it... all, every moment of non farmer or fisherman i guess, existence even if its mainly builders of more bling palaces is designed....well first its designed when true 'land' peeps dont they go with nature at some more earthy layer
of the soil oh yes i meet nobody of the land... nobody...
the land is nothing to do with Nige's flags or those rediculous little black ones thank god no longer seen...
the land is the same pretty much anywhere on the Mothership... we will never get off
just different loam levels different volcanic ash rates blahh blahh blahh and the 'indigenous' have been trashing it JUST as much as the so called whitey colonist in fancy places for just as long as ... well, everyone, especially the last fiftyish years
you wanna stand on the deserted land of the windward facing Caribbean shores 35 years ago as i did livin there a while flying some puddle-jumper and all the 'indigenous' trash was a foot deep for many a mile and it was 'indigenous' as there were only about 3 white trash on that particular island... "Paradise" ...
All of which no interest to me as the Big Sisters have gone and....
(audio to be put up one day if i dare)
But what i know as ultimate 'survivor' - in a stealth way, nobody knows way... it is entirely the wrong look-at-me word, for merely, persisting
Which is a far far far better word for ones daily dancin' with the duplicity,
despite, them...
and far better for being 'centred' or even if one must your 'mental health'
persister...
to be cont very soon
except this is merely treading water whilst i attempt to rev up to fully concentrate on a splendid few summers to bring to the world
ohh yes where was i - to put one photo here from the samsung was in the past maybe about 3 clicks maybe four.... (the clicks take the electrons obviously)... one 'update' a few weeks ago and now it has gone up to eight....maybe even nine! and the need to open the thing when previously left unlocked for i-trust-reasons it could be just plugged in....
nope not any more... got to go into phone settings each time just to load one photo from it to here...
And then we have the bbc.... a decade ago as one may have started to lisiten to a bit of wireless on the phone through the web, two clicks to get them to talk...
five or six years ago an 'upgrade' three clicks...
and their (just like Mickeysoft no doubt) recent "last ever final upgrade to BBC Sounds.... " means some snotty little git has redesigned it now to require four or i think five clicks = stop look at controls and figure what they now mean.... to play what one used to be able to play in ones sleep it was so simple...
no actual new benefit of course...
anyone thinks that ANY kind of computer 'enhances' human daily existence is insane...
even if it ever does ACTUALLY cure proper real disease its not really worth living the way life has become just so ...
hence i ONLY do 'this' even if all its cousins need fixing nowtoo