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A MAN IS A MAN!

eyeying@verizon.net (WW Anderson) — Sun, 10 Jul 2011 06:52:00 -0700

And why should a man NOT DISPLAY himself to the World?

Has he no heart, no mind, no body?

Are women alone to be clad nearly naked on the streets?

Videog

eyeying@verizon.net (WW Anderson) — Sat, 5 Feb 2011 06:49:00 -0800

The subtle difference, attuned to individual vibes, not predatory but open to comment statement and intelligence, also performance, all tinged with improvised visual more akin to seeing, being there, affecting and harvesting reality. Not available to many, only those that reflect growth of knowledge, teaching-learning, the essential factor of humanity in our contemporary times where the computer/video tool is life itself.

If you have noticed how "small" the attention grabbing, fear moderating, commentary directed the News Media has become, then you may feel the urge to seek a New Spring in tools provide by Steve Jobs at Apple, by giving attention to consciousness that can be communicated, root word, community.

SUN VALLEY - KETCHUM IDAHO from the AIR

eyeying@verizon.net (WW Anderson) — Thu, 3 Feb 2011 08:16:00 -0800

High above river Run base lodge, 2000' up at 7800' above sea, you are brought by an amazing gondola ride, even if you don't ski, there is a wonderful lunch in the Roundhouse. This is my window view at lunch, shot sitting down with my cell camera, and that's the mountains with Ketchum in the foreground, and Sun Valley just behind. Unrivaled scenic picture! Afterwards, the descent is too marvelous to comment upon, so here is a video. Enjoy.

Oh, and how did I find it? The most savvy real estate broker in Ketchum, a skier, skate skier, hiker, lover of all winter sport here in the valley, Alexandria Hughes.

It seems that Sun Valley is waiting to be discovered, it's vastness has plenty of room, building in the New America.

"Slumming" in Ketchum: Secondhand Shops

eyeying@verizon.net (WW Anderson) — Wed, 2 Feb 2011 07:38:00 -0800

Elements Salon, a consignment shop is for the traveler, located off the centre of Ketchum, in a hotel complex facing the mountain backdrop, demur and intimate, this vein is off-track betting, where you might travel to the end of the earth to find what your heart's desire might be. Of all, here is a secret place, 5 signs out front suggest that the stock is not well-worn, discrete perhaps, like some luxurious piece of fantasy, given-up in foreclosure to the bankers row.

Deja Vu, Collector Vintage, an amazing shop of items, fancy cowgirl boots, neat and ordered display that makes you want to move in, like Christmas morning, items galore! Unlike the other shops, this is upscale rent, a massive modern building of fancy shops permeated by a lower flower shop, and an Asian Fusion restaurant when you need a break. Come here well before Christmas and do it all in one shop..

The consummate clothier of fashionable contemporary clothes is Consign Design.
I think I'd fly from Florida or New York, definitely L.A. to shop here, a rack of furs, when the last recession hit, the bottom line is when the lady gives up that warmth, that wrap, that heaven for to pay the bills, and here is an amazing selection of sensual attire, timeless, and contemporary. She said, "I am packed to the hilt with all sorts of things." This is possibly the best shop in the Valley.

Last, and the first second hand my guide showed me, was a treasure hunt of value. The Gold Mine supports the massive local library, and literally from the pile of cast-offs that can get 8' high, they sort out racks of winter summer hiking skiing clothes books, skis even, you name it, cashmere sweaters galore! The people are real and if you're looking for an item, she will take you through a maze of racks looking for the item, that was last seen..., when? You may find that the revolving racks of clothes has been through many seasons, remembered items of long ago, but you want to marry the woman because she is the best extra looker you'll ever find! I'd recommend a lunch counter here.
Here's the goldmine. See anything? They find stuff you wouldn't believe...

Ketchum is a marvelous place to shop and dine, and of course winter sport, but downtown is a singular feeling of white puffy clouds like heaven all around, snow covered mountains you see, everything is so special, I love it!

Prostate Saga

eyeying@verizon.net (WW Anderson) — Tue, 1 Feb 2011 10:57:00 -0800

Hidden between the cracks of all the excesses of our society lies the prostate gland, the male receptor like the feminine, comes down the long road of life when the aging and physical decay push its malady to the surface of understanding. The prostate functions like a starter in a car, only that can be replaced, where the prostate can only be maintained, or removed, or it acts as a function of termination. Not many admit to the demise associated with these problems, but behind the shadow of illusion in our society, this is larger than life. How many men will admit to it, other than to their doctor who prescribes pharms, an action that exposes the medical institutions lack of understanding or remedy. Then there are the natural cures, pumpkin seeds at my local organic market were depleted and all other bins full, you see, there is demand for its cure. The manifestation of swollen prostate can be chalked-up to age, difficulty in urinating, sitting on a golf ball, despondency, overeating or drinking, or all the maladjustments of being not loved in a society of male-women. NFL sports are for women now, why else are the biggest advertisers cialis and viagra?

The prostate saga begins with the demise issue. The bottomline is the rigid male intellect, how hard it becomes when lost in the desert of dreams.

Vibrations as Healing

eyeying@verizon.net (WW Anderson) — Tue, 11 Jan 2011 05:44:00 -0800

Many people have a process for marking time as the body acknowledges and recovers from trauma, colds, physical congestion, even disease, that the pharmaceutical medical industry does not exactly recognize. The use of herbs and natural diet are seen as not as effective as drugs, which some affect the body extremely well, by eliminating perception of malaise. Pain reduction, elimination of symptoms, and relaxation are essential time binders, that is see you through a hump to more placid waters. The body heals, and the body also demises. In every instance, facing demise, one has an opportunity to assist the process of time spanning by attending to basic body functions by vibrating, or toning, to aid in essential living patterns. To be still and sick may only further encourage the stasis of congestion, while motion, even as subtle as vibrating the sinus passages, throat passage, chest, may give means of occupation to encourage healing. Antibiotics are emphatic quick fixes, but vibrations may be well overtures to lymphatic health. Vibrating a tune or a omm, or just focusing on localizing vibration, is good to relieve midnight night sinus or throat cold symptoms, further uses cannot be bad but good. The belief in medical remedy can preclude vibrations, exercise motions in terms of time, speed of reaction, suffering symptoms to suffering remedy. Belief is time. In cultures where time does not play as intense a role as Western culture, work schedules as well social schedules, health can get twisted as a knot in the midst of multiple hierarchical schedules, -use dance, singing, powwow ceremonies, community passion plays as a way to encourage the very elemental aspects of vibration, motion, health.

Additional video taken in Joshua Tree of 2 women, toning for health, here, the world health is purely a metaphor for intrinsic health, all more worthy avenues than over the counter health.

Fault Line

eyeying@verizon.net (WW Anderson) — Tue, 4 Jan 2011 09:51:00 -0800

I was asked to write a few words on the occasion of New Years 2011 at a gathering of Walla Walla Indigenous characters, a mild mannered community of easy running fences across the plains of psychological dependence upon beauty and poetry and dance and the palate, a sort of silver lining of friends newly made while shaking the jigaboo on the dance floor of a reputable saloon in these here parts. Ahem.

Lately it has been my observation that the days are longer, the sun hangs in my face slightly warmer, and my heart seems very much lighter, possibly at the grace of additional vitamin D. Methinks the winter of snow and walking in the deeps has left me much healthier than other years of transition from outdoor living to winter fattening. I live just ten blocks from ground zero, the intersection of Main and First Streets, so my travels to and from town include various kinds of gathering, like books, and clothing, recordings, framing, kitchen items, a mocha and pastries, a haircut, money in several forms, beer wine and chocolate, a restaurant breakfast, and a movie.

Along the way to these various destinations are pictures or videos, from the visual reality are those that actually get taken with a camera, and in my mind, from the fantasy or imaginings bank in my head, or leg, or arm, wherever a man actually stores stuff to be conjured for dreams or writing or video. These sometimes get on the web an astonishing publishing concept for the common man. The daily reality gets chewed-up while doing the shopping, getting natural healthy foods, whether I am deceived or not about health, except it must meet the critical standards of what the world thinks is good, and moreover, what feels good to my body upon cooking and consuming. Eating zinc capsule at one meal and copper capsule at the next, seems a bit too abstract and technical (a guide post to believe in?) as I'd rather not eat either, nor think that specific technical measurements are anything but sales stimulation, and obfuscation building on fear of insufficiency to life, -which is the bottom line in a free market economy.

What you are told, and think you believe, can only be true if you intuit it from all experience. Once I met a prophet of doom, forecasting a huge earthquake, and I thought about it because my home was near the fault line. I set out in my car for inland, got lost, and on a winding road I suddenly noted a sign that said, the fault. Was I lost or found? My fault was not to acknowledge that in fact I needed a drive. There I was, here where I am, on the fault line.

So it is, we pick the daisies when we think the field is beautiful with flowers, always testing the ultimate beauty with the immediate need. Noting the beauty, if it can be eaten in a manner of speaking, may test the proof of perception. Beauty is a rolling stone that crushes, as a transformer, making metamorphosis chew of everything in its path. What we think is the way everything should be, is eventually crushed, because true perception lies in time betwixt the stone and the field. Nothing is regrettable except redemption.

As I consider how this might be of use, I'd have to say what? I have no idea what I wrote, except that I'm on the fault line.

1/1/11

World Trade Center

eyeying@verizon.net (WW Anderson) — Fri, 10 Sep 2010 21:15:00 -0700

To increase the wealth of a select class, at the cost of humanity, but girded with noble purpose, the democratization of the world, the progress of affluence became a mantra for even the common man. Little wonder that the antithesis, a religious militant belief system would strike at the heart of the financial exploitation of the world on 9/11/2001. And it took 8 years for the edifice of the United States financial greed to shake.

Cosmic Chronology

eyeying@verizon.net (WW Anderson) — Wed, 18 Aug 2010 05:40:00 -0700

Dinosaur Egg on Monhegan Island

Tender paths, that's what we choose on Monhegan Island, ready for the gnarly rocky coast where hiking is 'life and limb,' ready teddy, keep your eyes on the road, nothing more than a micro metaphor of planet earth..

Only the industrial abuses are less obvious, we choose to reign as humans beings on a rock mountaintop 300 million years old, garnering old age concepts like buried treasure in the backyard of our mind. Time to load our fat bodies into the checkered cab of the past and fly forth to the new realm. What is that, you say? Leave our cherished beliefs systems that empower others to rule over the people in the name of God? Or in the name of man and woman and child, our inter-dependence is astonishing, as is our cruelty over others, just as we ignore the industrial destruction of earth.

"335 Million years ago, the first forests evolve. Over generations, these forests load themselves with carbon extracted from the atmosphere which later becomes fossilized as coal and oil. As the forests spread, amphibians transform into pre-reptilian creatures with the grand innovation of self contained eggs that allows them to move inland. The Great Age of Reptiles begins." (see link above, Cosmic Chronology)

PRAYER

eyeying@verizon.net (WW Anderson) — Tue, 17 Aug 2010 04:08:00 -0700

A song by Paul Clarke, who has a knack for listening to others say things, which is the heart of this song. Catching a line from a friend, Paul turns it into an ironic statement in music so full of truth that few have ever seen it!

Recorded on Monhegan Island by Bill Anderson & Jeanie Greenough, 15 August 2010.

THE INCREDIBLE HAND TRANSPLANT

eyeying@verizon.net (WW Anderson) — Mon, 3 May 2010 10:46:00 -0700

THIS VIDEO RECORD WAS FLAGGED AND DELETED BY THE YOUTUBE COMMUNITY (AFTER 10,000 VIEWS).

CAUTION. DO NOT WATCH UNLESS YOU CAN TOLERATE VISCERAL IMAGES.

YOU MAY AGREE THAT MEDICAL OPERATIONS CAN BE EDUCATIONAL, THAT SUCH EXPERIENCES CAN BE PROFOUND IN LEARNING, BOTH FOR THOSE WHO CANNOT BELIEVE WHAT THEY SEE, AND THE PATIENT WHO FOUND A NEW REASON TO LIVE.

THE PROCEDURE WAS FILMED FOR EDUCATIONAL PURPOSES AT HARVARD MEDICAL SCHOOL IN 1983.

Henry David Thoreau Country

eyeying@verizon.net (WW Anderson) — Thu, 25 Mar 2010 18:57:00 -0700

The beginning is, the roots of American Spirituality were born in Concord Massachusetts, with the Transcendental moment, a questioning of all religious doctrine. Spirituality, that which is evident, grew in the mind of Emerson, and Thoreau. It was a recognition of the beginning of an American spirituality, which as meant by Emerson & Thoreau, was turning your back to religion and devoting yourself to Nature, i.e., heaven on earth.

Here's Emerson, "I remember an answer which when quite young I was prompted to make to a valued adviser, who was wont to importune me with the dear old doctrines of the church. ... No law can be sacred to me but that of my nature. Good and bad are but names very readily transferable to that or this; the only right is what is after my constitution, the only wrong what is against it." (Self Reliance)

Here's Thoreau's mantra, "I wish to live ever as to derive my satisfactions and inspirations from the commonest events, everyday phenomena, so what my senses hourly perceive, my daily walk, the conversation of my neighbors, may inspire me, and I may dream of no heaven but that which lies about me." [March 10, 1856]

Two hundred years later, and fifty years after The Thoreau Society began in 1941, Walter Harding wrote an Introduction to a video of Esther Howe Anderson's Thoreau Country. The slide lecture was profound in 1940's because a new Kodachrome film, that made projected transparencies, brought nature into the home and minds of people enduring a cold bleak winter in New England. This can be seen as online photographs, here.

Esther was among the few who began The Society in 1941, and she and Walter and Edwin Teale, enjoyed a longterm friendship around the annual meeting. When she could no longer give the lecture of 160 slides with Thoreau quotes, and commentary, I gave the narration. Once at The Concord Library, Walter was in the audience, and said to me, Good job, you only made one mistake."

When I produced Thoreau Country for a videotape, Walter agreed to write an introduction, and be recorded. In this pilgrimage through the woods of Walden, and by its shore, stepping gingerly past the crowded beach of swimmers, Walter laid a rock on the cairn, at the site of Thoreau's house. Nothing could be more poignant.... This videotape is that record, an introduction to Esther Howe Anderson's Thoreau Country.

A written record is here.

"Thoreau Country" is a video of slide lecture by Esther Howe Anderson, was made in the 1980s by William Wheeler Anderson. Many of the original Kodachrome images were shot in 1940's of the countryside in Concord Massachusetts. The online Thoreau Country begins here.

Note: The media rendition of a slide lecture is a different message than projected slides, and without Esther, adding her notes or observations, or the beautiful images, we are forced to resort to our own intuitions. In the contemporary mode, the required music and a more speedy recitation gave a single impression over many images.

As a lecturer, Esther presented her interpretation of Thoreau hundreds of times, in and around Concord. Thematically, as a photographer, the slide lecture is a unique vision to seeing as Thoreau saw, through what he wrote, and what he wrote as soundtrack. It is a unique and valuable interpretation, as Walter Harding says, "a Thoreau country now gone forever...."

Thoreau said, "Pictures react on the life of the seer. Seeing is my everyday business."

"dissolving the snow early in Spring..."

She passed-away without a recording being made of her marvelous New England accent, recitation of 160 quotes from Thoreau's writings.

She was inspired by Thoreau as the World War II came before the nation. I'm certain that she had met N. C. Wyeth walking in the woods by Walden, or at the Concord Library Exhibit of his paintings. She was creatively inspired by his book, Men of Concord, and the revolutionary manner in which Wyeth created avisualization of literary material, books.

Additional material about Esther:

"Seeing the Concord Landscape," here, a slide lecture about Esther Howe Anderson, at The Concord Free Public Library, November 3, 2000. Written and delivered by William Anderson Jr.

Her Journal of Travels by Horse are online here.

A slide show entitled Testaments of her slides was created by William Anderson, Jr. here

The slides are in the care of the Concord Free Public Library, here.

Video and Toning

eyeying@verizon.net (WW Anderson) — Wed, 10 Mar 2010 04:41:00 -0800

The art of visual comprehension encompasses many aspects of life, now the ipod makes music a constant interpreter of reality, and this goes with previously separate inputs, as the ipod comes home or in the car. Recently I was in a friend's bungalow with an ipod of 4000 songs, playing constantly, never the same song. Music has become another natural sound within our perceptive world. Hollywood and the music business are married and something like the best movies, all movies, use the sound of music to give depth and meaning to scenes.

A question might be does the infusion of music really augment thinking, or defer thinking, or simply assuage the bumpy ride of life. As a videog, the past years of copyright and impossible permissions on the level of human creativity have been difficult. You create using the models before you, but the music and movie industry does not allow you to use a poignant song to augment your video, -publishing on Facebook means a screening of video, soundtrack infringement is a copyright violation. This is one of the tolerated crimes against the people who are marketed melody but cannot use it in a personal sense.

So with a software industry of tools we are set on a course of creativity that must circumvent the copyright obstacle, submerging sound into video is, in short, nothing different than poetry in the 19th century, where one poem inspires another. Eventually we either come up with an answer, because video is visual, needs something sound to bring forth the idea into a piece, a statement.

My interpretations are not radical, meaning is a sequence of form, color, matter, mixed with human understanding, that is, if the viewer can let go of normal produced patterns and expectations, and read the poetry. Call it random, see it shake, the very likes of yourself will be recognized, or not, as it is just what it is, an interlude in Time.

In a world of production, our understanding is keen. What is radical is seeing the video as more important, more powerful, more unique than the soundtrack content, and yet, we are comfortable with talking heads. TV must seek the route of normal representation, and viewers who have to work on their own feeling will go elsewhere, to another channel.

In this video, seeing the video as a passage way, and the soundtrack is the air and light we are seeking. I was at the edge of the sea, in Nice France, walking as I do, along the way looking for inspiration, the sea presents a place and time, late afternoon the sun shines on the walkway, the pattern of the cement become the vision and the song transports the viewer along the way, and there are human forms as we love company in life, and the last scene brings the lushness of color and a return to the horizon which was lost in the emotions of the song. The sea and thundering waves and a passing artery of cars were always present behind the song, the toning, the vibration.

VIDEO REMOVED TEMPORARILY

Afterwards, there is the gratification of knowing, of feeling, of wondering, why this is important. Perhaps, it is not important. In Art, the importance is in the moment, the perception of something greater than life itself, the paint, the sculpture, the interpretation is so singular, that one must have it as a guidepost to feelings, and to any work of Art. That's the business of art, the progressions are seen by the most careful and knowledgeable intellects, who passionately bring art of the common platform and celebrate it as unique, both for collector, and auction.

There is another understanding lost to the mind of value, the teaching of a way, seeing as knowledge, yet un-categorized in a meaningful way, because it always comes back to monetary value, or human interaction. Whether ten people, or a million people see a video, it is but a flicker in human understanding. A video of a man or woman who changes the lives of millions, is still a flicker. Pyramids were built to the lost art of human power in perpetuity. I am more curious that the Sphinx was made of alabaster than identifying a god or human god or, isn't the man who made it, the god.

The making of video is art, the god is the eye that chooses to see, for oneself, to learn a melody of form, apart from the crass understanding, apart from the art intellect, the vibration of mind and body is toning,the vibration of video is toning. All else is falling through the arranged conduits of life, unknowing we know what we need to know but don't really. I am not the word, that has been an obfuscation of understanding for many centuries, I am the vibration of being, whether in or out of video.

Phantom Pain

eyeying@verizon.net (WW Anderson) — Tue, 9 Mar 2010 12:11:00 -0800

Or, ppft! Away away.

My friend responded to my inquiry, about acupuncture and phantom pain.

Dear Bill,
Yes, it is very likely that acupuncture can be helpful. More effective, in
my opinion would be Buddhist medicine. That would require a larger
investment in time an travel. First better to try a good acupuncturist in
her local area.
Best always,

Of course you understand that you have a horrific traumatic experience,
in which you were essentially reborn to faith and trust in American Medicine.
You ask for someone to save you, with meds to answer your need.

No one can do what you want, and I will admit that drugs made the pain
go away for me, but that is noose to noose, you need to take responsibility.

American medicine will either help you get there, by yourself, or kill you.

The reason why there are alternative medicines is because other cultures
never had American Medicine to save them, or not, rather resources of
knowledge came from experience, ways that work to do miraculous things.
You perpetuate your dependence, and that's normal, because you don't
know of alternatives, either you don't know or aren't really interested, or
your dependency is too great and you are too weak. Judging from what you've
been through, you have a good solid desire to live, so cut-off from American
Medicine and get on with the quest.

Acupuncture is a good place to start. Questions of diet, alcohol, dyhydration,
digestion and types of food you think not about need to be thought about.
Find a chinese acupuncturist, there are many, don't be afraid to ask questions.

You've heard of tinnitus? Many suffer from ringing in the ear, and many
are driven to distraction, even suicide I'm told. Captain Kirk from Star Trek
is one, years ago, though if you see him on TV or Priceline he looks like he
adapted. Excess pressure in bowels can cause this, so drink water/liquids
during the day, and balance diet, with salt helps retention of water. The
tinnitus won't go away, just like your leg won't come back, or my hands,
we gotta live with it. I have tinnitus bad, and I lived in a super quiet house,
the refrigerator drove me nuts, I got rid of 2 refrigerators, and lived with ice
blocks because of sound, then I got smart, sold my house, moved downtown
next to a major artery with trucks rumbling by, I loved my frig, I was swimming
in noise, I didn't mind my ears ringing, it was a symphony to me!!

Pain can exacerbate in isolation! Start singing, join a choir or a capella group,
who cares if you can't sing, get out and sing. It plays big time in body
healing, you've heard of Buddhist Ommmming? I can't begin to tell you how
good it is for you, now nothing will make the pain go away, you will go
away from the pain. Are you with me? Because I'm just beginning. I know
nothing of you but what you say about your dependency. Singing, Omming,
bring you back to you, you feel you, you gotta lotta work to do Staci.

Good luck. Bill Anderson

Tonal Meditation

eyeying@verizon.net (WW Anderson) — Tue, 2 Mar 2010 05:27:00 -0800

For most of my life, the music was varied and primarily seen as business, so to my astonishment, I have recently meet a sources of tonal meditation, not music business but health and understanding sounds. Healing can be widely interpreted, as giving or internalizing. What we know works for ourselves, we try to give others. Fortunately, I have been brought to the edge with an amazing source of toning..

Charlyn has that gift of bringing her tonal meditations to people, wherever there people open to listening, feeling the door open to inner sensibility, to new understanding.

Charlyn is one of the Sound Intenders, two women I found in the desert of California make the case for tonal meditation, or prayer even. Harmonia is a rare CD, of limited quantity, and recently, I have given several cuts from Harmonia to video imaging, to listen to toning with the mind's eye.

So what does it all mean? Lots. I do not represent any knowledge except what I realize about myself, what I get, and this is more than pop blues r&r, and closer to opera. As a videog, I am fortunate to have permissions to use this with my video, as a visual experience, and at the same time, as a toning experience. Toning meditation has benefits, as in singing or any vocalization, or even socializing. Talking is a form of toning. The American Indian, in ceremony is seen as singing, more toning, and no one knows how much this process was a part of the daily life, healing and correcting ailments, adjusting vision.

When you get here, away from the pop culture, the native American begins to loom as a power source. More coming....

Catharine Clarke

eyeying@verizon.net (WW Anderson) — Sat, 13 Feb 2010 08:50:00 -0800

Catharine Clarke, Storyteller.

For ages the priests, the church, the government, the hierarchy told the people what to think about the mystery. Today, coming from the midst of human energy and human community, the traditional becomes alleviated by the truth that comes from within our unique experience and understanding. Catharine Clarke is a creative counselor, which is, to act as a guiding agent of understanding, for people who believe in walls that hinder or bar access to expression and sequitor, that these walls may diminish and the sunlight of rebirth be a gift of life.

Her website will soon be published.

The Holy Trinity, Apple Google Facebook

eyeying@verizon.net (WW Anderson) — Wed, 27 Jan 2010 10:01:00 -0800

Well Darth Vader at Google does appear in the video, and all kinds of thoughts just based on the superficiality of exterior structures, but, If you set out to draw lines between Apple, Google, and Facebook, you come up with a triangle of huge online media. And, there is something to proximity that twists the mind to visions of a holy order, or, is it unholy? Chances are the great materializing of the baby world wide web is less understood than might seem possible, after the Roman Catholic Church spent 2K years of polishing their concept of salvation. I'm ignoring other religious entities, not because America is Christian, it's not, but because in Christianity, GOD IS LOVE. In this, our unholy trinity, GOD IS SHARING.

Apple the father, Google the son, and Facebook is the holy spirit, the incredible social dynamic of God is Sharing YOU.

Yes this may seem simplistic, but the fact is, these three companies have simplified life for everybody, if upping the ratchet of capability is simplifying, Henry David Thoreau would have a commentary but I doubt if the mind can extrapolate 19th century capability with 21st century, but, then Apple does think making a book look like a book is the cat's knees....

We are making these companies richer, and with their help, are transforming who we are faster than any other type of human entities in the world today, and that means, the evolving concept of God.

GOD IS SHARING YOU.

Elmer's Barn & Antique Mall

eyeying@verizon.net (WW Anderson) — Sun, 12 Jul 2009 08:10:00 -0700

One of the amazing things about the State of Maine, and people I'm talking about, not government, is the way they re-use and value discarded and thrown-off items. 50 years ago, everybody here keep their junk in the front yard so others could peruse it as they drove-by. Making a deal was high opera, as two terse forces met over the vaunted item, and still, to this day storytellers here recount the fables of Maine deal-making.

But all that has changed, and most all yard sales are temporary, one or two day events, and junkyards have been relegated to back lots, and businesses like Elmer's Barn, just twenty minutes from the capital in Augusta. A way of life changed as more and more people from away moved into Maine, forcing new zoning laws to clean-up the neighborhoods and keep Mainers from taking everything and anything for profit, as measly as it was.... Formerly Mine was a great vacationland, or hunting lands as men came up from places south, arriving in the night at L.L.Bean's 24/7 hunting store on the way to Moose country or salmon fishing.

Elmer says it best, If you need it, I've got it. And if you think he's joking get down here and check it out. Perhaps more authentic than any art museum in the state, this is it!

Creativity

eyeying@verizon.net (WW Anderson) — Tue, 23 Jun 2009 08:21:00 -0700

The Dark Ages were for hundreds of years unchanging. Today change is so rapid because markets demand that we don't stay the same. Cars are the great metaphor of change built into a changing pattern of purchase. Now people have gone outside America for...better built, better operating, and hence, a better status symbol. I'm saying creativity has to have value, -too much creativity is meaningless. Put the ideas in the closet. Stop drinking Starbucks. We're spinning out of control. The essence of creativity demands destruction. Tearing the old way of looking at it to create a new vision of it.

What is the bottomline? A New Value to... Everything!

Now is the Time

eyeying@verizon.net (WW Anderson) — Mon, 15 Jun 2009 04:24:00 -0700

Business as usual, and comparisons as usual don't quite draw the conclusions we can believe in. While it is finger pointing at government and business, what's on the minds of the people is the core issue. Not particularly accessible to a critic who can compare the thirties with the eighties, but we are in the 21st century. How people think, work, play and hoard is completely different. Hoarding is the great American pastime. So whatever anybody thinks, lets get the government back to it, -hoarding.
No no no, the time is for a massive re-addressing ourselves to, not the misery our news loves to print, to exporting our wealth and youth and expertise into the far corners of the world. Our pre-eminence demands that. Our gravy is our gift to others. Now is the time.
The curious contradiction we live is our support of Israel, when we live here as states bound to each other. How can we support a two state solution, when clearly we have learned to amalgamate and help-up our brother and sister.
Now is the time to NOT maintain the status quo, but create an America of sixty states, or more. We cannot help ourselves without helping others, in fact, until we become great in joining and gifting other peoples as one, and lose this hoarding mentality, we are nothing.

Conversations While Boating

eyeying@verizon.net (WW Anderson) — Mon, 18 May 2009 05:04:00 -0700

Listening to tales of corruption and bureaucratic ineffectiveness while boating off Panama City, I thought America might do well if they packaged systems for basic services, to be uniform in the entire world, of licensing automobile and truck drivers. There is such a thing as weaving a better fabric, and the gain would be a compatible and defining of an entire planet with a system that would serve people in efficiency alone. Manufacturing weapon systems, waging police actions, and much more expensive programs would not be eliminated, oh no no no; but working to contrive beneficial systems would encompass all peoples. Such a project would be illuminating.

Creative Now

eyeying@verizon.net (WW Anderson) — Fri, 15 May 2009 07:53:00 -0700

Versus or along with the past, the foundations of thought and intent, make up the churning cement mix of today, aurgh! Get on with it. Leave those who are stuck where they be. Or, be a missionary.

No, no. The fact is, all people are thinking about the past and the present future. It is perhaps a more psychological threshold than all the academic psych studied today. No decision is without tentacles in the past of one's life whether it be 5 minutes or five years, of fifty.

Now if we can only deal with mis-information, or influence information, infloration to be exact or consolidated.

Peggy Noonan, Obama's Domestic Agenda Gains Clarity

eyeying@verizon.net (WW Anderson) — Sat, 4 Apr 2009 16:16:00 -0700

In the context of readers of WSJ, numbers of dollars are the stark reality that burst. I say stark because there is little more brittle than accounting numbers. If you begin and end on that note of dollars, then you are eliminating the human factor, which cannot be valued except in more dollar numbers. President Obama merely represents the diametric opposite way of thinking, yet he encompasses the dollar number mentality, while being aware of an agenda of efforts to be more mindful of human needs. WSJ cannot encompass possibility or potential change, very few people can envision the future, so the best minds in news opinion are stuck on the known measurements. Unfortunately we have mental geniuses who everybody mirrors.

Some might even call the present moment, the word of God to move towards a renewal of intent, the Obama direction, which is perceived as a wall not a way by Republicans, and this intent is a renewal of attitudes that have hard-scraped human potential for years. Bombs are a cheap way to wage a political war, and funnel money into the military industrial complex. Financial greed serves the same end.

That agenda has been attached by the people in the name of Obama, representing more than just entitlements or health care or liberal excesses. It's a funny thing about democracy of the people, the cost of redirecting and focusing on change is worth way more than the trillions of debt batted about by learned critics. The value of Obama and the future is America, in spite of dollar fears and war fears, because the future of growth is beyond the imaginations of news opinion, -it is uncharted, new territory.

We can have rapacious Wall Street, we need it to make steps, but it is over. The trillions do not belong there any longer, LA and the illusion of media is too enticing. WSJ opinion columnists can play to the hot steamy collars of the moneyed greed, but it really doesn't matter anymore. When the payback comes, it will come big time. WSJ will say they wanted it that way, but will be sunk in a tomb of skeptical numbers. The paradigm has shifted, now the clutter must be cleared for a new day.

And later,

April 4th, 2009 11:56 pm
It's time to go forward and change the world, but it's impossible. Security means power and unrelenting obsession for making money. Jesus had it easy 2000 years ago compared to the financial mindset ruling Wall Street, the corporate world, Washington lobby/government dance, secure Americans holding the change down, institutions, and virtually everything, -even the flagrant abuse of farming and the land. What's important? Nobody knows, only that the puzzle is to break it down a little so it can make sense. The gift of America is to give the world democracy and the building blocks for human decency. Good place to start. Teach it, sing it, video it, our culture has great value to give. We are, through Obama, more powerful and rich than the fake trillions everybody talks about day in day out. More potential power emanates from LA because Hollywood is more human, a pyramid of creativity (albeit a sham compared to the real thing) but more than Wall Street ever will be. We might buy/sell shares in movies, and that'd be a better investment than any bunko sold on Wall Street.

— WW Anderson, Camden Maine

Nicolas Christof

eyeying@verizon.net (WW Anderson) — Thu, 19 Mar 2009 06:02:00 -0700

March 19th, 2009 6:10 am
Hard information and opinion, POV, are inseparable in culture and run along on a fuel called anger, also lesser diesel fuels such as envy, sensation, etc., have power to pump up the addling machine, while idealism keeps the windows washed and clean view of the coming terrain, yet the gridlock of a whitebread society where everybody eats the genetically reduced, worthless bread often gets us stuck in the fumes of conglomeration and greed. Anger must be allowed to flash for good clean burn and the sweet joy of the ride to resume. Greed must be cut-off at the head, and tumbrel away. News has much to say about everything and nothing.

— WW Anderson, Camden Maine

Wind, Energy, Human Energy

eyeying@verizon.net (WW Anderson) — Wed, 18 Feb 2009 12:32:00 -0800

Today I drove about 10 miles off the main rode to Helix, NO TREES FOR 30 MILES, in the middle of high seas swells of fields, a town of 4 blocks of houses and some farm supply, then back out into the rolling swells. No water for sure. I thought how amazing to be in such beauty and NOT find it inspiring to photograph, and probably, it's the same as being on the water in a boat. Everything is still too gray, though soon.... ok ok, get out of the truck and walk on top of the earth, then see what you'll see. And, I did, to take pictures of the monumental wind turbines.

Looking to Walla Walla, WA, and Eastward at the Blues towards Idaho. There must be 1000 of these towers here.... We imagine endless energy, but where does it come from? The wind yes, some, but mostly from our industry and remarkable capacity to throw the net out and catch the fish.