Yesterdays radical thought and action is todays mainstream thought and action. I believe that nothing has more impact than an effect that affects us on a pesonal level. Take global warming as an instance. For some of us global warming has been an issue for some little while, for others the impact has not hit home until watering the garden has become an issue. I can only speak for myself, but this is how I deal with future events of which I am not certain. I think of my action in the here and now. I then try to project myself into the future to see how I may feel. If my future self is at ease with my present self then all is well-with this proviso - that no harm be done to all and no harm be done to myself. Some of you reading this may understand what I have just written, others may not. Which brings me back to yesterdays greenie is todays mainstream. What you do today WILL have an impact on tommorow. The way you treat a person today WILL have an impact on many, many others that come into contact with that person. Life is like dropping a pebble into a still pond- the ripples go out and touch countless other items on that pond. We are all touched by those ripples at some point in our lives. Merry meet and merry part.
I have come to the the realization that one cannot censor one's writing. What comes out, comes out. Soft and gentle, brutal, harsh, pithy, funny. Whatever is in there comes out to the written word. I feel it's no good for those reading or for me writing, to be my own editor. If it's in there out it comes. For me that is writing. I have to have a "head of steam' up to write with authenticity. I'm not clever enough, nor do I want or have the ability to hijack writing.
An American plains indian: Chief Seattle said " not until the last tree has gone, not until the last fish has gone, not until the last animal has gone will the white man learn you cannot eat money" We have but one place to live and that place is here on Earth. So why do we abuse the very system that supports us. I may be no sage, but I know that without wildlife the very system we rely on will collapse. I don't eat fish, not because I don't like fish but for the fact that I believe the worlds fish stocks are at their biological limit of extinction: I don't want to contribute to that collapse. Without bees there will be no pollination, without pollination there will be no harvest and we will starve, make no mistake we will starve, perhaps not me, perhaps not you, but our children will in the future starve. Why do we continue to allow the destruction of habitat and species that are a part of the chain of life. We are all of us a part of that chain of life. Break one link and we all suffer, humankind and wildlife. We have to make room in living on this planet Earth for all living species. We cannot continue to rape the planet of its resources and think that all will be well in the future and that science will save us. This is utter blindness to the way of life, the cycle of life. The fish is the spirit of water, the eagle is the spirit of air, the bear is the spirit of earth and humankind is the link to the spirit of earth. We, all of us, have nowhere else to go, I think we should look after each other and take care of the only place we have to live, Earth.
You're young, you're free and you've got a bike. Now there is a source of mishaps just waiting to happen and more often than not it will happen. I had two friends that wanted to make their bike go faster, so how did they do it? Nitro racing fuel, that's how. It was the stuff used by the dirt bike riders. The trouble with this was that it smoked a bit, quite a bit and it smelt pretty bad too and the bike they had was a road bike. Anyway, they filled the tank with the nitro mix, knocked the baffles out of the exhaust to give it the "racing sound' and off they went. Sure enough it wasn't long before they were picked up by the local law and pulled over. Usual stuff happened, they were asked what they were up to, did they have a licence on them, no, this was the first part of the problem, no ID. Then they were asked to give their names. This is where it all fell apart big time. The officer asked the one driving what was his name, and he had to tell the truth, so he gave his name: Dickie Bird. Now this name upset the officer just a little bit and told to kid not to be a smart ass. Then he asked the passenger his name, again he got the truth. Donald Duck. This really upset the policman, I can't imagine why though. Anyway he asked them both a couple times more, got the same names and arrested them both for giving false names and other stuff and off they went to the local lockup. It turned out OK in the end after their parents turned up though. Just shows you what youth, a motorcycle with nitro fuel and parents giving you stupid names can do for your motorcycling days. But hell it was funny.
I built my own computer 2 jigawatts of CPU, 6 hard drives, superfast vid card extra, extra fast high speed connection, because I knew that the computer will only run at the speed of the slowest component. I have since discovered that though I can send an email in 2 millisecs it's not MY computor that matters, it's the person that replys is the slowest link. I send an email and wait, then wait some more. I could use dial-up and get the same result, cheaper too. I think of all those high speed computors just ideling, waiting, waiting for the two fingered typist to reply. I think I'll walk to the office down the hall and speak face to face:much quicker!!!
Strange things happen when you least expect them. I went on holiday half way round the world to visit the place that my grandmother used to take me as a child. It was next to a river with a small bridge over the river. I walked around remembering my childhood, my grandmother who had died some years earlier. My grandmother had taught me quite a lot about things, nothing in particular just things, wisdom. Anyway i was wandering, remebering. Just as I was thinking of her I happened to look down over the bridge and there on the edge of the bridge I saw a small silver disc. Being curious I leaned over and picked it up, I turned the disc over and inscribed on the other side was a telephone number and a name- it was a dog tag. But here's the odd thing, the name on the tag was my grandmothers name. So I had travelled half way round the world to find this tag. Coincidence or fate. I don't know, but it's still in my draw. Thanks Nan if you're listening
We're all so nice to each other in some horrendous enforced show of empathetic commonality Genuiness has gone, replaced by niceness, well, I have come to dislike niceness. I'm fighting back Supermarkets for instance seem to force all the checkout persons- What is a checkout person?- I'll tell you. A checkout person is someone that cannot be referred to by age, gender or anything else that shows them to be a real person. So in the checkout person aisle I meet the checkout person, whom, forced by training, asks " how are you to-day?" The question compels me to reply, ' actually my feet hurt, my back aches and I don't feel too well.' Result: absolute horror. I was asked how I felt, what was I supposed to say? But now, the checkout person, in the unknown area of having to care and confusion, I'm given the look of - this is not in the training manual or role play manual look. Only one course left: head down and scan in the items without another word. No -ohh that's not good or an offer of a chair, no, just the electronic beep, beep, beep as my items are scanned exceptionally speedily to remove me from the isle. The goal is now to move me along so's they can ask the next victim how they are. I know the reponse i should've given. I should have said 'just great, and what a lovely day' Well, I'm rebelling against feingned and enforced niceness. Next time I'm asked 'how are you to-day' I think I'l have sore elbows and ankles. Now where is that book medical symptoms
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we can barely communicate with each other in an humanstic manner oftentimes) dolphins for instance, whales. This does not mean that they-the animals- are unable to communicate or that they-the animals- do not have feelings. The fact is we do not understand what has been communicated. My heartfelt compassion for the great apes and many other species in danger of extinction goes out to them. I believe we should stop all testing of chemicals on animals. Hell, I'm not a mouse or a chimp. It's inhumane to continue this barbaric practice. Find a better way. I will not purchase products that have been tested on animals: nor should you if you have any empathy for the parlous plight of this planet./SIZE] 
