Doesn't this make you want to get up and dance? Dance, damn it!

This guy totally rocks the fuck out on the gong go, yet another type of thumb piano/kalimba/whatever you'd like to call it. This one sounds somewhat similar to a marimbula from Jamaica, A.K.A. rumba box.

BTW, why is it always doesn't this make you want to get up and dance, or, if this doesn't make you want to dance, you've got problems? Why is it never, if this doesn't make you want to get one and start playing it, you've got problems? Well it's damn good either way you look at it. Tell you what, I'll play, y'all dance, how's that?

the witch, the chritstians and there 10,million dollar payed director

so here it is,

not even 200 year ago witches and pagans and magussis and shamans and women and doctors and dogs and your wifes cat and you wife her self and i fact the holl town but the people that are rich enough to be the best holy assholes there... exept for them they all got burned, drowned, stoned, riped into parts and someother things you cant even come up with.. they had it....

no these days its fun to watch TV and see how fantasticly witches and shamans and all the beliefs directed to no villens nature care and peace are being put on TV for intertaiment createing the msunderstanding about hows and whats. just the other day i was talking with Khomus about how one of the styles i practice in martial arts is also seen in some cartoon. not mutch of a suprice right. but it got me thinking that all the assholes and the haters are being shown precisly as they are on TV.. and all the stuff bveing spirituale and loving is being made more soft and more fantasticly.

now all that is okay and fine by me.. but in some point it screws up alot of understanding.
a vew years ago some budist monks came to the netherlands and made a mandala from sand. it brings luck goof furtunes and peace and love for everybody. when the where done with the mandala theput it into a bog jar and threw it into the river.. sharing the loving wishes with all people. i though that was soo very cool. but yet again the christions came like guarding dogs from hell and started telling people it was evil and the whent and started praying the let the evil from the monks be gone... i was prety pissed .. how can poeple do that.. being that disrespctefull...

so here a fast message to the christions that cant bring up the understanding of man and keep on disrespecting people that are not right in your religoin> IFF YOU CANT GET ALONG... THAN FUCK OFF!

they say that the muslims are bad and evil and .. and im not saying that some aren't just like the christians there are good ones and there are one that screw it up for the rest. in the end its like those fanasticly made tv shows. the once that dont understand creat the image for the rest of man about something they have no understanding about.

there you have it

Awesome analysis from another blog, on skeptics.

This guy subjects a skeptical investigation of a near death experience to the same sort of analysis skeptics generally use of such things. Points out some great stuff I've been saying for years, particularly about most atheist arguments on religion. Check it out, it's a really great read. Five part series, and you can get to all the parts from the title link.

One thing I think a lot of skeptics/atheists miss is the idea of arguments. For example, I don't really care about near death experiences. They're not really a part of my spirituality or anything, I don't need them to be there as evidence for some belief I happen to hold. But when you attack this sort of skeptical inquiry, they insist you do so because you need it for your religion or whatever, when I'm much more interested in demonstrating the fact that the skeptics often use the exact same types of arguments, or in some cases the exact same arguments, that they accuse religious/paranormal believers of using. They attack these arguments as sloppy and then turn right around and use the arguments themselves. So as the author says, it's not like they don't have biases and agendas and all. I wish we'd all admit that. I mean, I don't really have an agenda, as such, if I tell you about what I believe, I'm not trying to convert you or something. But obviously I think it happens to be the case, so I do have the agenda, so to speak, of putting that out there, whether I'm selling it or not.

Thought processes fascinate me, particularly in this case, where people are violently against something and then turn around and do it themselves. Skeptics are very much into evidence, yet you can see from this article their arguments often contain precious little of it. So the exact same process they abuse because it maintains the fallacy of somebody's religion/paranormal belief seems to be just fine, when it backs their particular anti-religious/paranormal prejudice/worldview. That's sort of harsh, but I think it's fairly true in the end. Of course, I freely admit to having a prejudice towards religion, and just like the skeptics, I think it's well-founded. So again, I wouldn't so much have a problem with it, if they were honest. But they hide behind the veil of supposed "science" and "reason" and "rationality". I think this article goes a long way toward demonstrating just how false that is.

Idaho, u da ho, long-range butt muscles!

So here's finishing up Idaho. We went to the Basque museum, cool, had a tea party, not my idea, went to a WWII museum, which was fun. Found the most aptly named place in the universe, Harp House, which was supposed to be a store selling harps. Turned out to be an actual house, with harps! I guess it was a store but the couple were getting too old to do it, a very nice woman in her 80s told me fun things about the harp. So they shipped all their harps to some music store or other.

Oh, you want to know about the long-range butt muscles, don't you? I was over in the other room, and heard as a comment on a video game, what actually was "I just killed that enemy with my long-range cruise missiles." But I swear it sounded like long-range butt muscles. I really wondered what the hell you sighted folk were doing for video games these days.

Drinking whiskey and beer ( lalala thats how the song goes )

waiting on a friend.. so we can drink whisky and be happy and stuff...
so yeah thats kinda my night for this night. i did however get my fiddle.. its very sweet and nice sound for such a cheap peace of fidlle.. what can i say its true.. but the sound is good.

i had alot to write down just a minute ago but i fogot it all.
so now for a joke instead:

a belgium guy and a dutch guy both run adrift on a strange iland. where a tribe a canibals take them prissinor.. the chief of the trive commes up and saiz : im gonna slash you head from you boddies and put them in the soap for lunch.... the dutchmen and the belgium ghuy both get realy realy scared and the chief saiz: well okay i won't do so if you would do a test. so the 2 scared men agreed and listen to the test. Chieff saiz: you have to both run into the woods and get 100 peaces of the same fruit....

after a while the belgium guy commes back with 100 berry's.. and the chieff saiz: okay now you have to put them all 100 in your ass without luaghing. and so the belgium guys does so and start reraly luaghing his ass of when he comes to berry 99. so the chieff said : you failed me.. but do tell me one thing? you got so close to complete the test.. why did you start luaghing at berry number 99? and the belgium huy awnsers: cuz i just saw the dutch guy comming back with 100 coconuts...

the end

well that was it.. i hope you liked the joke

Beer sounds like a good idea

Well we're hanging out in Idaho. No desert yet, but let me tell you, Asma, whom none of you know, makes some really awesome Indian food. The Ten Thousand Villages store here is a lot smaller than the one in PA. Didn't have any instruments I wanted except for some huge panpipes which I can't play anyway. Did get another really nice set of soapstone dominos, this time actually complete instead of having multiple double fives like the other one. Both are from Kenya. Both come in a really nice soapstone box. If you haven't gotten your hands on any soapstone yet, and I mean that literally, go find some and have at it. It's awesome stuff.

I think tomorrow is the Basque museum, among other things, so maybe an opportunity for more instruments. The Basque have a particular type of flute that you can play with one hand, the other typically plays a drum, that I might want, assuming they sell one. Some sort of social thing on Saturday, no idea what's up for Sunday or Monday. Then back on Tuesday. Since we don't leave here till 2, I'm guessing we'll get home pretty late. So more updates later. Oh yeah, and I think I'll go have some Guinness. Told you I agreed that beer sounds like a good idea.

im having a good day... now give me beer

okay so woke up at like 12.30pm and now its like 17.25... thinking i have to make dinner in an hour or so while i just had something that seemt like lunch i think... oh well knowing me i would make dinner and eat my spagettie anyways.

so there a little update about me doing nothing this day.. and it feels fucking good.

take care
Jaydon

Kalimba Magic

I really like this guy's site. I especially like his waking dream link or whatever it's called. Oh, since at least one person missed this in the last post, the link is the title. Sort of confusing there, Blogger.

Anyway, the site is all about the kalimba, often called a thumb piano in the West. I'm not sure I dig the fact that there aren't any African instruments, but it's a cool site and I'll probably get one at some point. So go check it out.

This woman is my hero

This is so fucking awesome! Should've used the lighter though. Why is she alternately accused of not being a journalist anymore and then of being "such a journalist"? I don't get it. Good for her though, this kicks major fucking ass.

another poem from an ancient culture

hear my thoughts forests
see my heart grow, care taker of life
sence my wonder drifting clouds
i listen to you mountains surrounding me

lift me softly father of skies
plant me firmly mother of nature
let me breath sister ocean
keep me warm brother fire

touch me fingers
flowing stream
taste the life, howling moon
heal my mind, turning sun.

Fish, the sea, fish.

Oh fish, why do you not come?
I have chosen food of the best for you,
But you do not desire it.
Oh fish, though the hook is ready for your mouth,
Still you swim in the depths of the sea.

The sea is made of voices.
Never ceasing, always sounding,
Roaring forever,
Until the world's end.

The sea is of images.
Light, reflections, dazzle the eye.
I am blind, oh fish.
I have seen the sea too long.
You are blind, oh fish.
You see only the sea.

The sea is of death.
Cold, lifeless, devouring,
Rather than making,
The potter's wheel would shatter the world.

Oh Fish!
The hook is for your tongue,
The worm for your belly!
The line a tie,
Never to be broken!

Oh fish!
I would give you to eat,
Take you to eat,
Such the flame,
The sea shall not drown!

Oh fish, why do you not come?
I have chosen food of the best for you,
But you do not desire it.
Oh fish, though the hook is ready for your mouth,
Still you swim in the depths of the sea.