I've helped go through some of the Laughing Horse inventory recently, getting into the Esozone type DVDs and VHS tapes. By that I mean, one gets the perspectives wherein this or that subculture or ethnicity is secretly (or not so secretly) controlling everything.The Freeman Perspective is a good example. Freeman's dad was a Mason, and by the time you've watched a few episodes, the Masonic cults are running everything, and not just in Texas. In other tapes, by other editor-narrators, it's the Vatican that's in control.
Actually, given the badly managed state of the world, no one really wants to be seen as "in control"; there's always a "them" that's messing it up. One needs to project power elsewhere. I take this up in my Tower of Babel essay of long ago.
Funny true story: I was having a conversation in the living room with my house mate about farm life in Florida when the heating element in the oven decided to self-destruct, in a burst of flame, coating the corn bread with unspecified metals, perhaps toxic.
Rather than waste the corn bread, she tried washing it in the sink and drying it on the stove top. We went back to the Freeman Perspective on population culling by chem trail, in which heavy metals are rained upon the earth from mystery airplanes. Alluding to the corn bread experiment, she asked "Why do we bother?"
That chem trails episode seemed especially likely to scare people, as it offered a ready explanation for feeling weaker, less healthy. Blame the government, not the fast food and lack of exercise maybe? As a metaphor, the chem trails meme is about an unhealthy environment and insufficient protection, a well-founded lack of trust.
Brian (a Wanderer and ecologist) avoids coming into Portland for example, because of all the benzene we're breathing. LA is just that much worse.
Anyway, I'm not above working some of these stories myself, hoping to come up with new twists that might actually be beneficial for a change. I've been using Synergeo as a doodle pad some more. Wanderers also provides me with a sounding board. One can't write in a vacuum.
For the first time in several months, I was out on Tomahawk Island again. Internet connectivity was serviceable. I've been committing some source code, working with clients in both Python and FoxPro.
The captain of our water craft had taken some pictures of a black swan, not usually seen in this area. He's been getting emails, including from faraway Japan, speculating as to the significance of this sighting.
