Re: what the F^^K??
His Highness the TibetanMonkey, the prophet of the deep jungle
> thought this was about bicycles?????
>
> DaM
There's more to it than meets the eye.
Sometimes we want to know why people drive an SUV to the supermarket
and we want to explore the politics of it.
What happens with these forums though is sometimes people kidnap a
thread and start talking about cats.
OK, let's talk about bicycles... What about it?
His Highness the TibetanMonkey, the prophet of the deep jungle
We rode a folding bike yesterday, ending at the beach. No major events
to report even though we rode on the road.
Does that make me a hero?
kolldata
and writing skills
His Highness the TibetanMonkey, the prophet of the deep jungle
> no hero but it does show a deafinite lack of observation, imagination
> and writing skills
Hey, I was minding my own business, namely to survive.
I leave it to the poets to write about riding in the tulip fields in
the Netherlands. This is was just black asphalt, though we had a good
time at the beach.
kolldata
His Highness the TibetanMonkey, the prophet of the deep jungle
> “Overhead, without any fuss, the stars were going out”
And the tulips, as if they liked the friendly bike, bowed to the
gentle breeze and a Dutch girl having a picnic invited you to a break
in the pedaling routine...
And you said, "Sorry, I'm competing!"
Stuff like doesn't happen around here.
kolldata
off course it does. is the TM special ?
His Highness the TibetanMonkey, the prophet of the deep jungle
> off course it does. is the TM special ?
>
> http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Nine_Billion_Names_of_God
I'm from another branch of wisdom where the solution is to kill God,
at least in the metaphorical sense.
kolldata
then what ?
this have somethng to do with Floyd Landis ?
His Highness the TibetanMonkey, the prophet of the deep jungle
> then what ?
>
> this have somethng to do with Floyd Landis ?
Warm. When you kill God you undertake a trip similar to this...
(as interpreted by Pink Floyd)
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pRtKncZlimI
Remember, it's either you or him!
Then you wake up fresh the next morning and ask for a bike!
Opus
That's a very Klingon thing to do. (Klingon mythology says they killed
all their Gods and took over heaven)
kolldata
Energy can be neither created nor destroyed. It can only change forms.
In any process in an isolated system, the total energy remains the
same.
Changing forms is consfusing. I haven't spent time juggling
Theromdynamics into social structure or anthropology.
The story was written during France’s (the country) attempt to
continue colonial rule where ?
His Highness the TibetanMonkey, the prophet of the deep jungle
These Gods are good for nothing anyway.
I believe in a certain energy in the Universe, perhaps as presented in
Yin and Yang, or as potent as in Tantra, but the rest is pure wishful
thinking. Nature provides all the "good energy," and we destroy it
with casual disregard.
So the sky is the limit. ;)
kolldata
at 40 microvolts cubic foot
positive/negative
when manipulated, good and evil. smart/stupid/creative/destructive
when you understand all these essences, the stars will 'wink out'
I would imagine the concept is applicable in a bicycle's motive force.
but you cannot kill 'God' as energy destruction - the death would only
wink out into another form
this idea feeds into, you would be fooling yourself with a metaphor in
believing that was possible.
His Highness the TibetanMonkey, the prophet of the deep jungle
If we forget about him he would die from hunger and boredom. He needs
us more than we need him.
Nobody can survive alone in outer space unless the flying saucers are
a steady supply. He's totally unknown in other galaxies.
The fusion of religion and science fiction is the next field of
knowledge. God is extraterrestrial.
I can see the stars winking at me now. What a waste of energy on God's
part, right? Why not switch them off at night?
kolldata
wanna read my Tibetan story ?
His Highness the TibetanMonkey, the prophet of the deep jungle
> eyeyahahhaha the fusion is last years knowledge
>
> wanna read my Tibetan story ?
Yeah, wanna know the truth Merlin?
On Dec 28, 8:54 pm, Xan Du <xan...@yahoo.com> wrote:
> On 12/28/2010 4:26 PM, Dakota wrote:
>
>
>
> > On Tue 12/28/10 12:19, Xan Du wrote:
> >> On 12/28/2010 8:50 AM, His Highness the TibetanMonkey, the prophet of
> >> the deep jungle wrote:
> >>> On Dec 28, 12:22 am, Xan Du<xan...@yahoo.com> wrote:
> >>>> On 12/27/2010 11:56 PM, His Highness the TibetanMonkey, the prophet of
>
> >>>> the deep jungle wrote:
> >>>>> The feelings for and against God run high everywhere. Many thank him
> >>>>> for having created this miserable life, while others want to kill him
> >>>>> for the same reasons...
>
> >>>>> Maybe you feel he killed your mother or something and the animal
> >>>>> instinct inside you just couldn't cope anymore. Or suppose it's either
> >>>>> you or him. Or perhaps you just choose to slap him.
>
> >>>>> What would be your most likely reaction?
>
> >>>> I would say, "Well my fellow humans obviously fucked up your whole
> >>>> story. Now will you please tell me what's really going on?"
>
> >>> He would tell you, "They don't have a clue," and he would take off
> >>> again.
>
> >> Then I would hope that it is true that man was created in His image so
> >> that I could chase him down and kick him in the nuts.
>
> >> -Xan
>
> > History suggests that god was created in man's image.
>
> You know, if you let all our secrets out of the bag our evil plans for
> world domination will utterly fail ...
And the spell will be broken if we let our secret plan with Merlin be
known.
He's suffered from too many impostors who claim to "walk on water" and
other magic stuff.
kolldata
kolldata
> oh shit comma that's PR from the Catholic Church
on the level of:
kolldata
what you get there is thermodynamics into social structures-in this
case tithing/IRS/heroin addiction-and anthropology/governement in flux
dismiss it immediately as primal psychosis
not Nashbar comma the image deal
His Highness the TibetanMonkey, the prophet of the deep jungle
I don't know but that link is God-sent. I just found the trunk bag I
needed...
Do you claim to be a medium?
In any case, I'm glad you propose not paying taxes to the IRS, and
also that you are for drug legalization. Anthropology explains why we
are prefer bikes over cars, which is our BIPEDAL status, something the
government is trying to hide.
By the way, I just came back from my ride and I bought this lemonade
that tastes supergood. Only 10 cal per serving.
We have covered a lot of stuff, haven't we?
kolldata
everything 4 years ago. Maybe Nbar upgraded the siftwar but once upon
you could look and look then INCROYABLEup would pop an entire spectrim
of cheapo goodies never before seen.
No, i was only making the point that energy exists as 'A' and if you
change it into 'B' its hard to get away from the fact both you, 'A'
and 'B' r in 'C' and that's it; ';C' ?
being modest, off course, I know several conservative evangelists who
consider the potential for my cousin relationship to you know who.
I'll retell the Tibet story later after doin' the laundry.
His Highness the TibetanMonkey, the prophet of the deep jungle
I already ordered the bag so it better be good! ;)
I'm all ears about the Tibetan story. Did you know the spirit of the
Buddha came to me via a parrot called "Buddhy"? But I'm more into
Tantra than Monk habits.
Monastery life is too boring unless you got a woman to scratch to rub
your back. What would happen if we unleashed the power of Tantra to
the public?
kolldata
Only God and Mad Ave know what the public feels inside.
he or ? is welcome to it.
I’ll go short.
Walked to work thru an ancient American naborhood dating bake to the
Dutch New Amsterdam into an equally ancient 1930’s industrial area.
Over years I’ve built in, analyzed and grown to savor small moments of
life or death that come my way. OFTEN, but not frequently thank God,
in sparing animals, insects, worms, very rarely people.
OFTEN, these moments tend to be a bridge into a relatively new reality
so when “IT” happens I give “IT” a heads up.
“IT” isnot biking down the beach street to a sidewalk girl who pulls
her bottom down exposing her cheeks, “ITS” more in the Twilight Zone
realm.
So, on a beautiful blue sky day, grass growing chartreuse, maples
glinting in the morning sun: a Technicolor day.
Aha ! obviously something out of whack here.
Down that street on the corner I walk around are 100 midgets dressed
in Tibetan costumes, hand gongs, incense…hanging out on a chartreuse
green lawn.
No problem.
No big deal at work in a warehouse.
Walking home down the sidewalk alone, alongside an antique brick
warehouse bordered by a link fence covered with ivy came my friend
Jesus the giant golden cockroach. I name these critters Jesus for my
own chuckles. I said humorously, ‘ah Its Jesus the Giant Golden
cockroach.’
As the dumb fuck came out of the verge on right to directly under my
next right footfall where normally he was DOA. I held up and JTGGC
stopped for a moment to look my foot way then with a shrug headed over
to the left spread of chartreuse grass and thank God disappeared.
I said to myself, “Christ, now what ?”
One of my hobbies is practicing this at auto races.
The factory area is deserted and silent silent.
I walk a hundred yards.
ROOOOOOAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRR from the left between fence and brick
building a 100’ no more.
ROOOOOOAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRR.
AND What the…. up from behind the fence rises a green helicopter off
my left shoulder.
WHOA ! a green helicopter.
ROOOOOOAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRR UP IT ROOOOOOAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRS 100’
AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!! Christ Itsa Cessna on the right at 400’
135 mph right over my flipping head to the morons in the
ROOOOOOAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRR green helicopter.
Well, there we were. Ready for falling flaming gasoline and
ROOOOOOAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRR helicopter, Cessna and body parts..
And it because of those damn Tibetans.
The Cessna stopped in midflight. Gooid thing someone was in control
here caws the ROOOOOOAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRR helicopter decided to
ROOOOOOAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRR louder belching a vast black cloud of
soot as it ROOOOOOAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRed faster into the Cessna’s
path.
The Cessna, having spoted a moron in a green helicopter tapped into
the Tibetans power in a useful way to just hover there while the
ROOOOOOAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRing green copter belched smoke
ROOOOOOAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRing a few feet out of the Cessna’s path.
Whew ! This is a hand’s reach away.
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
No big deal. Few years ago following a hurricane in the field where I
began bird research there came a familiar stubby grey ancient twin at
200’ – clouds were wooly rolling along very low – again a hand’s reach
away
Followed by an unfamiliar DC-10 coming right at me at 200’ up and 300
yards away…
EEEEYYYYAAAAA! 200’ miss.
Eeyehahahhaha…..
No ground Tibetans on hand, maybe in DC ¿
kolldata
mark.
There are neophyte terrorists in Google..... and one day their brains
will twist out of shape....inverting my question mark.
Tºm Shermªn™ °_°
> we unleashed ?
>
> Only God and Mad Ave know what the public feels inside.
> he or ? is welcome to it.
>
>
> Walked to work thru an ancient American naborhood dating bake to the
> Over years I�ve built in, analyzed and grown to savor small moments of
> life or death that come my way. OFTEN, but not frequently thank God,
> in sparing animals, insects, worms, very rarely people.
> OFTEN, these moments tend to be a bridge into a relatively new reality
> �IT� isnot biking down the beach street to a sidewalk girl who pulls
> her bottom down exposing her cheeks, �ITS� more in the Twilight Zone
> realm.
> So, on a beautiful blue sky day, grass growing chartreuse, maples
> glinting in the morning sun: a Technicolor day.
> Aha ! obviously something out of whack here.
> Down that street on the corner I walk around are 100 midgets dressed
> green lawn.
> No problem.
> No big deal at work in a warehouse.
> Walking home down the sidewalk alone, alongside an antique brick
> warehouse bordered by a link fence covered with ivy came my friend
> Jesus the giant golden cockroach. I name these critters Jesus for my
> cockroach.�
> As the dumb fuck came out of the verge on right to directly under my
> next right footfall where normally he was DOA. I held up and JTGGC
> stopped for a moment to look my foot way then with a shrug headed over
> to the left spread of chartreuse grass and thank God disappeared.
> One of my hobbies is practicing this at auto races.
> The factory area is deserted and silent silent.
> I walk a hundred yards.
> ROOOOOOAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRR from the left between fence and brick
> ROOOOOOAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRR.
> AND What the�. up from behind the fence rises a green helicopter off
> my left shoulder.
> WHOA ! a green helicopter.
> AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!! Christ Itsa Cessna on the right at 400�
> 135 mph right over my flipping head to the morons in the
> ROOOOOOAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRR green helicopter.
> Well, there we were. Ready for falling flaming gasoline and
> ROOOOOOAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRR helicopter, Cessna and body parts..
> And it because of those damn Tibetans.
>
> The Cessna stopped in midflight. Gooid thing someone was in control
> here caws the ROOOOOOAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRR helicopter decided to
> ROOOOOOAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRR louder belching a vast black cloud of
> path.
> The Cessna, having spoted a moron in a green helicopter tapped into
> the Tibetans power in a useful way to just hover there while the
> ROOOOOOAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRing green copter belched smoke
> Whew ! This is a hand�s reach away.
>
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
>
> No big deal. Few years ago following a hurricane in the field where I
> began bird research there came a familiar stubby grey ancient twin at
> away
> Followed by an unfamiliar DC-10 coming right at me at 200� up and 300
> yards away�
> EEEEYYYYAAAAA! 200� miss.
> Eeyehahahhaha�..
> No ground Tibetans on hand, maybe in DC �
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--
T�m Sherm�n - 42.435731,-83.985007
I am a vehicular cyclist.
His Highness the TibetanMonkey, the prophet of the deep jungle
$southslope.net"> wrote:
> On 12/29/2010 9:02 PM, kolldata aka AVOGADRO IV wrote:
>
>
>
> > we unleashed ?
>
> > Only God and Mad Ave know what the public feels inside.
> > he or ? is welcome to it.
>
>
> > Walked to work thru an ancient American naborhood dating bake to the
> > Over years I ve built in, analyzed and grown to savor small moments of
> > life or death that come my way. OFTEN, but not frequently thank God,
> > in sparing animals, insects, worms, very rarely people.
> > OFTEN, these moments tend to be a bridge into a relatively new reality
> > IT isnot biking down the beach street to a sidewalk girl who pulls
> > her bottom down exposing her cheeks, ITS more in the Twilight Zone
> > realm.
> > So, on a beautiful blue sky day, grass growing chartreuse, maples
> > glinting in the morning sun: a Technicolor day.
> > Aha ! obviously something out of whack here.
> > Down that street on the corner I walk around are 100 midgets dressed
> > green lawn.
> > No problem.
> > No big deal at work in a warehouse.
> > Walking home down the sidewalk alone, alongside an antique brick
> > warehouse bordered by a link fence covered with ivy came my friend
> > Jesus the giant golden cockroach. I name these critters Jesus for my
> > cockroach.
> > As the dumb fuck came out of the verge on right to directly under my
> > next right footfall where normally he was DOA. I held up and JTGGC
> > stopped for a moment to look my foot way then with a shrug headed over
> > to the left spread of chartreuse grass and thank God disappeared.
> > One of my hobbies is practicing this at auto races.
> > The factory area is deserted and silent silent.
> > I walk a hundred yards.
> > ROOOOOOAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRR from the left between fence and brick
> > ROOOOOOAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRR.
> > AND What the . up from behind the fence rises a green helicopter off
> > my left shoulder.
> > WHOA ! a green helicopter.
> > ROOOOOOAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRR UP IT ROOOOOOAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRS 100
> > ROOOOOOAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRR green helicopter.
> > Well, there we were. Ready for falling flaming gasoline and
> > ROOOOOOAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRR helicopter, Cessna and body parts..
> > And it because of those damn Tibetans.
>
> > The Cessna stopped in midflight. Gooid thing someone was in control
> > here caws the ROOOOOOAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRR helicopter decided to
> > ROOOOOOAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRR louder belching a vast black cloud of
> > path.
> > The Cessna, having spoted a moron in a green helicopter tapped into
> > the Tibetans power in a useful way to just hover there while the
> > ROOOOOOAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRing green copter belched smoke
> > Whew ! This is a hand s reach away.
>
> > No big deal. Few years ago following a hurricane in the field where I
> > began bird research there came a familiar stubby grey ancient twin at
> > away
> > Followed by an unfamiliar DC-10 coming right at me at 200 up and 300
> > yards away
> > EEEEYYYYAAAAA! 200 miss.
> > No ground Tibetans on hand, maybe in DC
>
>
> --
> T m Sherm n - 42.435731,-83.985007
> I am a vehicular cyclist.
You wanna shoot down his helicopter?
kolldata
Amazon ?
the area is a few hundred yards from an NYC business jet landing path-
one jet every 7 minutes.
When lived there-1985-88, jets flew over the Asian food shop across
the highway and barely cleared a snowfence for the runway.
I heard the copter made an emergency landing in the factory yard from
low oil pressure.
The DC/twin incident was one of several there. I eventually went to
the FAA, finding the airport's SW International wasn't reading depth
on the radar so the activity above the research field was somewhat
unseen. The FAA issued new rules for flying over the field. There's a
cell tower there, incoming aircraft, blimp, geese, from north were
using the tower as a pylon.
I watched 3 near misses there, the DC, a large Boing coming up the
creek belching black engine smoke as a Cessna pylones the cell
tower ....
His Highness the TibetanMonkey, the prophet of the deep jungle
Don't worry, Kung Fu monkey is here...
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MmCMPzidDsU
Don't worry about airplanes. Simply don't fly.