This Side of Paradise

I really haven't been into Presidential speeches lately. Yesterday President Obama reaffirmed the long standing US position that Israel had to return to pre 1967 borders in any negotiated settlement and the only exceptions would be land for land swaps of equal value. The trouble is that 1967 was 44 years ago, which means almost two generations have passed since Israel was forced into the confines of such a small UN imposed border. Israel has always said they would never settled for "indefencable borders". It's clear to me now that Hez Balah and Hammas and all the rest of those people have any intension of living in peace. To my way of looking at it Israel has no incentive go give away through negotiation what was hard one in battles for their life. It has often been stated that "Israel can't afford to lose so much as one war". It could well be argued that it makes no sense for the oppressed nation to be forced to cede land to their oppressors. I think what Israel needs to work on is Civil Rights for the Palestinian people. Most people just want the right to live in peace. Unfortunately Obama's speech plays right into the hands of all those who say that somehow he's a secret Moslem sympathizer.

Well tomorrow is the day all these radio talk show hosts have been having fun with the past week or so. Interestingly a Christian friend of mine was over visiting me and yakking his head off for about forty minutes straight and wouldn't pause to take a breath so I could listen to the radio program that Randy Rhodes was doing at the noon hour. In the Dylan song "Gates of Eden" there are lines about "paupers exchanging precious gifts" and "the princess and the prince discuss what is valuable and what is not" and the tag line is "it doesn't matter inside the gates of Eden". Other lines from the song are "There are no trials inside the gates of Eden" and "No sound ever comes from the Gates of Eden". If we tale Neil Savedra at his word, Heaven is one place that's actually better for forgetting about all your cares than shooting up Heroin. Apparently in heaven you are not the least interested in finding out what your loved ones are doing. It's not that all your problems are solved or any "healing" takes place- - - because in Heaven you just Won't Care. This seems to be the theme modern Christianity stresses. But in my own circle of friends, this May 12st date has gotten virtually zero notice, and it seems if your sect of Christianity doesn't buy into it- - - you don't want to hear about it. Something I never heard before was that graves on earth would open after the rapture and dead corpses would arise from their coffins and walk about, but they would have no souls, so it would be some sort of a zombie attack, which ravages the planet at this time. Apparently the center for disease control put out this roomer. The thing is if this guy taking all people's money really believed he'd meet God tomorrow he wouldn't date be fleecing people of all their money as his last official act. I'm sure he knows "You can't take it with you". (Selah) I guess in five months or so there will be another key date in the grizzley scenario for planet earth. For a long time I have thought the "rapture" if there ever was one, would occur in late September just as the regular baseball season was winding down.

Back in February 1982 people had been predicting the Rapture for that date for at LEAST seven years, and probably longer. The financial people also talked about the Kandradiav wave that would strike finances at that time. In early March of 1982 my parents were working on the Pinewood house remodeling the kitchen and bathroom. I don't know why they bothered. It just cuts into their real estate profits when they sell the house, besides being just one big hassle all around. (pardon the negative attitude. It's just the mood I'm in now) There was one of those gutters on the side of the house, and every time you drove down the street your car would make this Thud sound. I guess George Carlin did a skit on that. "You then see a sign. You have just experianced a DIP". They are doing this thorough cleaning of rooms here going over and scrubbing every inch of them moving out all the furniture. My room is so full of stuff I'm not looking forward to that day one bit. Parents sold the Pinewood house after just five or six years, so they can't have made that much money on it. (Meanwhile in Bosc land they were all morphing into the crew of the Starship Enterprise) Also in early March we sent to the media a fictional story set at a future date when the air would be all greenish and pollution would be really bad and global warming will have taken its toll and it'd never cool off. You would need a pass to travel from one section of the city to another. But the local Calvary was somehow alive and well at "Pinewood Elementry". Aren't I cleaver. In this story there is a segment where the government wants people to get used to the idea of a possible coming genocide of certain undesirables. And the curtain goes up and you see a scene in Africa of a white man urinating on a Black man, and then a comentator comes on and says "Measures like this won't solve the problem. What the people need today is a more permanent solution to the problem". And Guy Owens exclaims "I'm getting out of here" and bolts for the Exit. So many gems were sent to the media in 1982 and in early 1983 in particular. I'l tell you the end of the world was the farthest thing from my mind in early 1982. I wasn't thinking about the date. For the first time in many years I didn't feel somehow tethered to my brother. I guess you could say that the final tiers of bricks had been being laid for years in the Wall, were now finally being fitted into place. And everything went fine for over a decade till that dreadful day in December in 1998 when he re entered my life in an obtrusive say. But that's a story for another day.

Randy Rhodes was talking about Al Gore’s book, “Earth in the Lurch” as Rush refers to it. It seems Al Gore has a long standing slide show presentation, on which the movie was based. And you see photographs of ice sheets taken over time, and of Mount Killimonjero in Africa, which a hundred years ago was covered with snow. The world won’t end on Saturday afternoon, but as Lisa Simpson says “Sure if fifty or a hundred years when the ozone layer burns off and with global warming we’ll be in real trouble, but not next week”. Randy humored this guy who came up with this latest end times theory apparently by multiplying by seven a number of times. He came up with midnight in Jerusalem on Saturday night. That would put the rapture for the Pacific Time zone at two o clock in the afternoon. Just as long as I get to watch the Preakness. There was another source that predicted it would be three PM in New York, which would make the time high noon here. Rush Limbaugh has a point. There probably are more fat and lazy people here. Though I still wouldn’t make the national symbol a mother Sow with little piglets sucking at the welfare teats. People get addicted to Welfare and it affects them just like dope, and when someone tries to take them off of it they moan and complain.

I want to explain to Randy Rhodes about the three dimensional thing in a way she’ll understand. She and everybody else. All it takes is one roomer to get started that I don't have the credibility I claim to have. As you know there are three “planes” in three dimensions. But if Randy is installing new windows in her house she may have a window set for the west side of the house and another lying right next to it destined for the east side of the house. This means they are both on the same “plane” but separated by the distance of the house. Capish? Now for three out of four dimensions, you’d think there would be only four potential three dimensional volumes- - and not eight. It would be like if there were four people sitting on the bench and as captain you were told you could pick three of them the question is which player would remain not picked. But picture this example instead. If Randy fixes her kids Kool-Aid this afternoon, and on Saturday she fixes her kids another pitcher of Kool-Aid and she served it in the same pitcher – maybe a different flavor - , it will be the same volume, but separated- - in this case by Time- - the fourth dimension here- - by two days. Those “two days” are “the other side of the shape.”. Now with two dimensions in the fourth dimension, there are six planes, not four planes but six. Therefore you reason “you need to send this image to the other two unused dimension” and so you triple the number for eighteen. Do you see how simple that is?

Now they are trying to nab a woman for the theft of Moon Rocks. A moon rock was offered for sale at a Denny's resturant. But the buyer was actually a NASA agent. Her asking price was 1.7 million dollars. As far as I've concerned this is a free country and if you rightfully own property, it's your perogative to ask as much as you want for it.

I wanted to talk a little about Super Heroes. Where is it written that super heroes can't ever get the girl or fall in love or find happiness? In last night's Superman episode, Clark was acting really out of character, by wanting to blow off his family and that even meant ties to his mother and father and presumably forgetting about all the time he spent growing up on the farm. And it looked like he was even going to blow off his fiancee, Lois Lane. Of course you know Neil Savedra complained that as Jesus "being a Messiah is no fun at all". It's some kind of a meme that has crept into society like the cowboy kissing his horse at end of the movie and riding off into the sunset alone. It's probably the same lobby that likes celibate Catholic priests.

I’d like to beat one recent dead horse a little more. This is the notion that the third dimension involves nine lines. One might say, “one line, one dimension” and carry that out to two and three. But my formula says different. For two dimensional stuff I say just draw a square with four lines. But for three I first came up with a solution this morning that seemed like a good idea for a minute or two. You would just take a horizontal diamond plane and intersect that with a vertical plane and draw a line to denote where they meet. But it won’t work. (You smart people know why) I then thought of having a vertical line with a T bar formation at top and bottom and a left to right line with the same T bar at each end and a front to back line with a T bar also at each end. That won’t work either because you don’t need a T bar but an X cross bar in two dimensions, and with that you’d be back to twelve lines that caused me trouble with the Cube. Finally I came upon the solution. You picture a right triangle with a slant side. Now in one corner draw all three dimensions kind of like in Sketch. You do vertical, horizontal, and front to back. Now then go up and draw the same set of lines above that point. Then go over diagonally and draw a third set of lines along the axis the diagonal line points. And do it also so that the horizontal line points back to the first horizontal line. You have all three dimensions pointing to the other. This process can be repeated with four dimensions. Only this case you draw a “life” symbol with eight lines radiating out from the center. Now- to simplify this draw a line to the left. Then go vertically up. Then go diagonally down and to the right crossing the base line. Now go up and right 45 degrees diagonally as the line up and right points to the first thing you drew. Now you have that circular reference. And you have also drawn sixteen lines at each point, which jives with my formula. I’m writing this out of sequence and now am going out for a smoke.