Dos dies

 Couple hours of sleep these last couple of day. Today I felt it Actually, right now I will be calling it early. Well, earlier. TV is off and the blare of the humidifier is on Going to a funeral tomorrow. Not something to look forward to. Just something that brings pause. My first post started with my neighbor’s son’s passing . There are new neighbors now. Not really close to them either. Its funny. Unless, they are family, I am not sure if people know their neighbors.

Spent the day adding Got volunteered to help with a gymnastic competition. It was fun I admit. I like being the recorder. Had to get my head focused or otherwise we would get run over. Had to tally the scores of 30 some gymnasts. All taking flight. Flight is term in gymnastic that means a rotation. There was the Tramps, the tumblers, and the double minis. Tramps are the trampoline. Gymnast would propel themselves up in the sky with spotters on the side to protect them from errant rebound. Not my cup of tea. Having the responsibility of saving one’s gymnastic career, well, not something I feel comfortable doing. Tumblers, the head judge, was a complete 180 from the previous judge. She was light speed and the previous judge was Sunday morning drive. Last were the double minis. I get the vibe the tnt are the checkers  of the gymnastic chess world. TNT I think stands for trampolines and tumbling.

Anyways, moral of the story. Get some sleep otherwise your will be talking about gobbledy goop  about shit that don’t really make that much sense. Plus you will be eating pastries from maddeningly calorie blind bakers.  

Two Nine

Is  there anyone out there? Can you hear me calling to you? Is there anyone out there can you hear me calling to? I’m calling, calling to you.

Moon roof open. Heater on, singing this Katy Earl song for the 20^th tonight. Going South on the Fourteen.  Need to get to bed soon Have to be in the shower in couple hours. Need to be Pasadena for the gymnastic competition. Its been a day.

Disappointing one. Seems my sleeping habits have gotten me heavy. Little sleep and pushing myself with the cough. Should be closing my eyes now, but there just too much to do. Wouldn't have it any other way.

It's been  a good day, too. Been on a tear on the King James  Been trying to plan to finish the Old Testament in Seen Days. Got one book down of the Pentateuch (Torah). Psalms is going to be something. !50 chapters. Knocked off Acts, Hosea, Daniel, and Esther today.

Also went to mass and a viewing today. Wasn't going to have a chance tomorrow to go to Mass because of the Precie and Lynn’s competition tomorrow. Also going to miss Chinese New Year and the Grammy Awards at the Staple Center. Got to make choices. Took a couple good pics at Precies Saturday competition. She is getting over cold. She was sticking her routines today Hopefully, tomorrow Lynn and Precie will excel tomorrow.

Portos for guava and potato balls. They missed the fruit tarts, but I picked up the Parisian and carrot cake. Got five dozen cheese rolls for Eugenia’s viewing today. She looked like she was breathing. At the Prayer today, they were saying Hail Marys and Lord’ Prayer a lot. Had me thinking that of Uncle Ruth and the stuff I’ve been brewing over. Need to put it down in words to organize my thoughts

It will be forty days. Lent will be in three days. Thinking of what I want to get accomplished. Been thinking of my Godfatherly duties, too Jaron and Precie. It’s a bit sad father situation. Ems and my Dad’s.

This free associating writing is not very organized Just these neural impulses flashing here there. There Is a flow and connection to the aimless  rants. Learned something about string theory last night. Need to verify; however, there is a theory postulating a place (dimension) where all impulses are logged. All the neural firings of everything is stored and compiled somewhere. A neural storage bin of everything May be like some collective unconscious. I mean if that Law of Physics is true. Nothing is created or destroyed. It just changes forms. If neural impulses are biochemical exchange between neurotransmitters where the action potential is manifested from resting potential. Blah blah blah. I mean where does the charge, the idea, energy go

I mean why wouldn't or couldn't there be some kind uber storage area of all the electrical impulses. These could be Chi—QiGong—Force—binding us all together. This could be stuff of souls. This could be where the Collective unconscious is housed. Where the sacred sounds are vibrated. Ohm Ma Ni Pad Me Um. Amen.  Perhaps this why prayers are effective. It’s these good thoughts that cause a ripple effect.  Like a butterfly flapping its wings in China causing a tsunami in Hawaii and the mainland. Remote sensing?Wow to metaphysical.

To think, this journey started from this Katy Earl.

 Is there anyone out there? Can you hear me calling to you? Is there anyone out there can you hear me calling to? I’m calling, calling to you.

Maybe this explains soul mates and other metaphysical phenomenon  String theory

Is there anyone out there? Can you hear me calling to you? Is there anyone out there can you hear me calling to? I’m calling, calling to you.