If a Libertarian wrote a love ballad … or a ‘poor, poor pitiful me’ song

If a Libertarian wrote a love ballad … or a ‘poor, poor pitiful me’ song it might sound like The Killers – Be Still

An alternative view is from the Canadian rock band Rush which describes itself as libertarian.

or Rush’s Freewill

Tis the season to think of others

Just woke up. Ate a piece of pumpkin pie. That left one piece. It wasn’t the biggest piece. It was actually kinda smallish. If someone looked in the pie dish and saw that it was the only piece they might be insulted that someone left to them the small piece of pie. It was so small that it would never meet their needs. So I ate it … too.

The Axis of Awesome: 4 Chords Official Music Video // Repetitive Perspective

Our brain knows a good thing when it hears it.

Yet no one wants to hear the same thing over and over so our mind has the power to set aside the basic pattern to look for angles of inflection that appeals to us. We like what we want to like … which allows ‘new and fresh’ to often be ‘old and recycled’.

No one demonstrates this logic better than The Axis of Awesome: 4 Chords Official Music Video

Bonus musical number!

Stay curious. Ask questions. Challenge authority. Learn new things. Assume that you could be wrong.

Stay curious. Ask questions. Challenge authority. Learn new things. Assume that you could be wrong.

One of the things that I feel thankful for is that at an early age I received a bilingual education. In continued to learn new languages over time. While not proficient except in three, I can read reasonably well in several more.

If some people consider my logic occasionally warped or ‘off brand’ it is perhaps because I actively think in languages other than English.

Language is an expression of logic and a desire for action. But seldom does an idea translate neatly. That gives us perspective — not necessarily a correct perspective but a perspective, and perspective is what creates our differences. // This exists even within a single language … cultural literacy matters … which is why I educated my sons in Christian literature even though we are a mixed Unitarian-Buddhist home. (I used some Bob Jones University courses in history to homeschool my oldest son and it was an education for us both. BJU teaches a version of history that most Americans would be unfamiliar with).

Anyway, just some Friday morning thoughts. A friend just used French to express an idea … and my friend is not even a French speaker … yet the French phrase is so well known among many that it just seems appropriate.

My friend Phil Bunch wrote: Why is Black Friday like sex?

“Plaisir d’amour ne dure qu’un moment
Chagrin d’amour dure toute la vie”

The pleasure of love endures but for a moment,
but bad love endures forever.

Sometimes a logic leaps boundaries and …  time for more coffee.

I’ve got sugary lips and am feeling really, really guilty! Somewhat.

Dear Twinkies,

I went in search of you today. Since you are disappearing then I wanted to wish you goodbye … even though I probably have not eaten a Twinkie since high school.

The shelf was bare! There were other Hostess products but all the Twinkies had been bought out.

Since I was going to defile my body then I decided to get something. I saw some Little Debbie cupcakes. Yum. Little Debbie and I can party. But no, am against processed pastries, etc. (Shouldn’t eat any … ). So I passed Little Debbie by and I guess that I’ll never have one last Twinkie.

Little Debbie Cupcakes
Little Debbie Cupcakes

A Bear Claw caught my attention. A cinnamon roll did too. The sign said “Fresh Baked”. Maybe/maybe not. It was a 7-Eleven.

Oh what the hell. I may die later today. I got a cup of fresh coffee and both the Bear Claw and the cinnamon roll.

Bear Claw pastry
Bear Claw pastry

I hate myself for it now … but at the time I licked every gram of sugar off of my fingers and wished that I had also gotten a chocolate-covered donut.

Sign me,
Feeling fat and bloated but I’ve got sugary lips!

Wierd Dreams – 2012.11.15 – Dearest Rhianna

Just woke from one of the most involved strange dreams ever … and two real winners of dreams visited me last night.

The one that woke me: Rhianna the popular singer was a Russian pop singer and I was the emcee for one of her concerts. Her very jealous boyfriend was there and watching over me closely. There were some songs that I cosang with her. During the dream I fell asleep and I awoke to find that she was having a picnic with the audience down on the auditorium floor.

Once fully awake (but still really asleep and dreaming) I rejoined her at the picnic. She had changed into a nice lumpy sweatshirt. Rhianna asked if I was fully awake and what would I like to do next … so I proposed that we dance … so we did … we waltzed through the auditorium with music blasting, she in her nice lumpy sweatshirt and I haven’t a clue what I was wearing. By the time we finished waltzing she had curlers in her hair. The sight of Rhianna in curlers was the moment that I awoke.


My prior dream was just as different. I dreamed that I was back in the Army.

We were in an inner city and our unit was in the wreckage of a large shopping mall. There was another unit with us, a Russian military unit.

We appear to have been working together … but whatever war or battle we were in (which was not part of the dream) appears to have been a lost cause. Our two units bivouacked just outside a former book store within the mall. There were piles of new shiny covered books, and all were in Russian. The Russians and I went through the books, one stack was a recent best seller and we distributed them all to the troops.

Then the order came to evacuate. The Russians were staying put. Our own unit was busy going through all of our equipment and discarding anything which we couldn’t carry. As our unit worked its way down from the rooftop of the mall we came under fire from somewhere outside the mall. I was hit but not down. I awoke from the dream and it was 2:20am in the morning … I couldn’t go back to sleep so I watched several episodes of Harry Dresden on Netflix and finally nodded off again around 4am … then Rhinanna came to visit me.


Am not sure why but the Russian language and Russians seem to be a prominent part of my dreams as of late.

Albert Einstein says …

Some of my favorite Albert Einstein quotes:

Albert Einstein - I never said

“The hardest thing in the world to understand is the income tax.”

“Any intelligent fool can make things bigger, more complex, and more violent. It takes a touch of genius — and a lot of courage — to move in the opposite direction.”

“Reality is merely an illusion, albeit a very persistent one.”

“Everything should be made as simple as possible, but not simpler.”

“The secret to creativity is knowing how to hide your sources.”

“The important thing is not to stop questioning. Curiosity has its own reason for existing.”

“A man’s ethical behavior should be based effectually on sympathy, education, and social ties; no religious basis is necessary. Man would indeed be in a poor way if he had to be restrained by fear of punishment and hope of reward after death.”

“A human being is a part of a whole, called by us _universe_, a part limited in time and space. He experiences himself, his thoughts and feelings as something separated from the rest… a kind of optical delusion of his consciousness. This delusion is a kind of prison for us, restricting us to our personal desires and to affection for a few persons nearest to us. Our task must be to free ourselves from this prison by widening our circle of compassion to embrace all living creatures and the whole of nature in its beauty.”

Thanks to Geir Brurok for sharing the image with me.