Month: June 2008

  • 20080629-Golden Glow

    Today between 15:00 and 15:15 (Pacific Time), the sun took on a golden appearance. We have finished eating a late lunch a few minutes ago and ‘Maw’ noticed the golden cast upon the cement of our backyard. I, of course, grabbed my camera and proceeded to take several photos at ‘normal’ range and zoomed up close. I tried taking one movie shot but didn’t want to waste space on the 256MB camera chip or battery of six-double AA.

    Image source: IMG_5561 taken on 6/29/2008 3.18.14 PM via Canon PowerShot A610.
    My photo showing the golden glow of and around the sun as seen through our trees in the backyard.

    In my mind’s eye, I imaged seeing a six-pointed effect of today’s afternoon sun based on one of my many photos. The above sample showed the usual sun’s rays but if y’all will notice the ‘corona’ looks bumpy, almost square, and not at all circular as my previous shots of the sun. I chose this photo because the auto-focus calculated the shot from the leaves of our trees in the backyard. My other photos didn’t flash and showed at least red spots forming a square around bright objects such as the sun.

    Below is a photo taken from one movie shot. It includes a vertical purple line going through the sun and from top to bottom of the photo. I could only surmise that the camera itself produces these sort of ‘phenom’, which looks strikingly like another dedicated blogger’s photos, only mine are not concentric circles of various pink and purple colors in nature.

    Image source: MVI_5529_0001 originally taken on 6/29/2008 3:10:29 PM via Canon PowerShot A610.
    My photo showing a purple, pinkish vertical line going through the sun.

    Also, the skies from the northern California fires have not cleared up all that much as seen in the above photo as brownish clouds with some blue skies barely showing up in the background.

    I don’t know what to make of this afternoon’s golden glow from the sun. Earlier, I was asking ‘Paw’ what is the English equivalent to the Filipino word ‘hibi‘. He said, ‘It means ‘dried [baby] shrimp’. I was thinking of that cute, ‘small fry’ as in a small child from that photo, of course. So I made a connection of the celestial event with the up close face in this small way.

    Copyright © 2008 by Fluffy von der Flynn. All rights reserved.

  • 20080629-Go Home

    After the 09:15AM mass, we went the parish hall to eat some snacks of crackers, cheese, cream puff balls, fudge brownies and drinking very bitter tasting coffee. My parental units and I took pictures with Father V. and Father P. also. The conversation between ‘Maw’ and Father P. was interesting.

    It had to do with foreigners who cannot seem to leave their damn superstition and cultural identities behind for good and move on by adapting to the lifestyles of the United States from speaking English (because definitely cannot understand a damn word from someone) to eating with a spoon and fork properly!

    The point is that these people continue to come into the United States for a better life. Yet they complain how different everything is and that is too bad for them. Because for some naturally born American citizens, we don’t give a damn and they could just go back home for all we care.

    And for what it’s all worth is but a burden to the government, especially for the free loaders taking what is left our social security benefits and riding on backs of welfare programs. Even those who have lived with the system don’t seem to get enough entitlement nowadays.

    Sure there is the continued influx of new groups of hard working people who do the dirty work. But there are the worse kinds who come over with their bars of gold, hop onto a boat (which hopefully doesn’t sink in the Pacific Ocean) and then fight for their rights to bring back bad memories.

    So whatever happens to our borders depends on which group of people [wants to stay or get out).

  • 20080629-Daily Diary

    Took pictures with Father Per@t@ and Father Vu after 09:15AM. Left with “Minh” to talk in her house and then the background of big persimmon tree. Let around 01:30Pm.

    03:00 to 03:15PM I took lots of pictures showing golden glow around sun after mom pointed out the golden cast upon the cement of our backyard, which would be re-done due to slop of side. wanted retaining wall and removal of cement.

    To my right, Father Per@t@ mentioned seven foot and he went to place right wrist on dad’s head. to my left mom talked about how Vietnamese and Chinese need to go back if they cannot adjust. even Fater Per@t@ mentioned that too to some of his parishioners who claimed they are coming back to HOME, which is America.

  • 20080628-Gold Weight

    What is the worth in gold?

    ‘A bovine devil mooing’ over 200 pounds; some edible, caterpillar fungus for the Tibetan people; my life full of nasty, selfish, ungrateful, lying and deceiving people; or her expensive engagement ring of over ten grand?

    Nay! I say gold and its intrinsic value belongs to this world and to the blind, who could only be appreciated in return by those comparing themselves to pieces of shiny, yellow rocks.

    Yea! I say gold is priceless and eternal, belonging to the heavens and to those who listen well to the messages sung by the beautiful voices of angels, their sounds bring tears to one’s eyes and touches one’s soul.

    This is gold – touching the lives of people through the human voice. Gold shines brighter as the voice of reason, not fighting or bad-mouthing, as the song of love, through unity and hope and as the gift from ‘God’ to bring all of us closer to our souls and to discover each other, too.

    Here is a downloaded copy of the YouTube.com video by mdkaye: Canon – Pachelbel – Boys Soprano Choir D Major.

    Author’s note: Y’all heard my thoughts again around midnight while viewing some videos of Choir Boys whose voices range in Soprano with Maw. I cried in the middle of the video around 11:33PM on 06-27-2008. This was my inspiration for this blog entry even though the last paragraph sounded oratory.

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  • 20080627-Daily Diary

    Reviewed bunch of video.google.com and youtube.com of ‘boys soprano choir’. She said that they should ‘take care’ (?) of their voice of gold. And I found this below around 01:23AM. 06-28-2008:

    Subject: In Tibet, a worm worth its weight in gold

    11:47PM: high rushed fire engine truck zooms by towards railway.

    11:33PM: cried after hearing ‘aaahhh’ sound from soprano.

  • 20080627-Thank You

    Image source: Scanned image done on 06-26-08 via Canon MP170.
    Thank You

    Well, I received a simple ‘Thank You’ card of light gray letters framed with black and gray borders against a white background on Thursday, 06/26/2008. The dates within the message and the stamp date were Tuesday, June 24, 2008, which proved to be interesting for I have transmitted my thought about that monthly thingy.

    And I guess after two days got a response after submitting ‘penance’ [hehe] on Wednesday, 06/25/2008. [Darn! I cannot seem to stop my ‘bad’ habit — the same length of time under the current administration!] I believe that our fate, destiny or whatever y’all want to call it has already been penned. And whoever or whatever is reading my ‘book of life’ better stop teasing me! If I ever find out the ‘source’, you bet your bottom’s dollar that I’ll scold you, you hear?

    Anyway, on Tuesday, I’ve been archiving old blog entries from two defunct websites for my reading entertainment only later on. First, I was wondering why the RSS feed stopped on Tuesday, March 11, 2008; imagined that certain frequencies burned the mind of the blogger into oblivious retardation and certainly thought that was the end of the ‘babbling’ especially on Friday, June 6, 2008. I managed to save each image separately and do the tedious work of archiving the blog entries one by one onto a word document by coping and pasting.

    Second, I went ‘way back’ and pulled up some interesting stuff. The booger of the matter was the thousands of entries that I missed from years ago while lurking; yet not understanding the significance of one person’s effort to connect with humanity. So I did save two full months and some other articles based on the impressive code setup and post identification. The server of that ‘machine’, however, stopped around after midnight. And, of course, I was tired and went to sleep — giving up the goal of retrieving all the stuff from that blogger’s past.

    So I don’t know if archiving is worth the effort or blogging anything that I really should learn to keep to myself. Because there may be ‘forces’ out there that I’m not too sure about and hopefully some of my stray thoughts that I failed to enter as either prose or verse would be captured for later review when and if I happen to pass on to wherever that special place may be located. In the meantime, I’ll re-do my old blog entries to kill time while twiddling my thumbs for NOTHING (or something), whichever case may materialize in this lifetime.

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  • 20080626-Chill Out

    ‘Chill’ out, you nut-‘Ball’! ‘Bastos’: you are!
    ‘Demon-seed’ of darkness – a ‘Fiendster’ scar;
    Leader of cousins, your mindless bucks;
    Always manipulative, your worldview sucks.

    Your kinfolks know of your handler’s woes;
    Give up your bitching as heartless foes;
    Back biting gossiper: I command you to cease!
    Reconcile your past with new friends of peace.

    Behave you ‘bastos’ to your elderly kins;
    You’ve already committed too many sins!
    From breaking our glass to spilling Malform’s water;
    Soom-poong‘ is stupid, you screaming daughter.

    Author’s note: Grow up, ‘bastos‘! You are arrogant.

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  • 20080626-Daily Diary

    11:26-7PM: experience loud howl around the frequency 530.000Hz for about three seconds. Tested by playing NCH Tone Generator. This was before I logging into my flickr.com account.

  • 20080623-Which Character

    Here’s a story for you kiddies:

    Once upon a time the Dude meets Fluffy Bunny

    Everyone has a little Big Lebowski in them. This quiz is designed to reveal your inner Lebowski… Created a long time ago…but updated 7-10-05

    Q: You wake up in the morning and get dressed. What do you put on?
    A: Not a dress…ever…

    Q: Which of the following sounds most like something you’d say?
    A: screeeeeeeeeech!

    Q: You’re decorating a room. What do you put in it?
    A: A rug, to tie the room together.

    Q: What do you think about sex?
    A: Well, that’s quite a subject…

    Q: What’s your biggest concern?
    A: Respect for veterans!

    Q: Do you have a lot of friends?
    A: I’m a stranger to everyone.

    Q: If you had a pet, what would it be?
    A: Something that likes kids.

    Q: Whats your claim to fame?
    A: I’m rich…and I have the key to the city! Poop on you!

    Q: Which do you find most enjoyable?
    A: Waving my money around.

    Q: Do you like to bowl?
    A: Bowling alleys are dreadful places…

    Q: What do you hate the most?
    A: Introducing myself when I move to a new neighborhood.

    According to the “Which Big Lebowski character are you?” quiz:

    Tell the world! Paste the following code in to your blog, website, livejournal, deadjournal, or whatever.

    According to the “Which Big Lebowski character are you?” quiz:

    Why don’t you check it out? Or we cut off your Johnson!

  • 20080622-Bastos Babae

    Very dark are her piercing eyes; deep and distant; No pupils to be seen.
    Very dark is her fierce heart; cheap and persistent; No scruples, to be mean.
    Very dark is her thick skin; sheep of blackness; No pain pills for the queen.
    Very dark is her empty shell; creepy, soulless. No God! ‘Chills’ of bile green.

    ‘Demon-seed’ born of anger and hatred prior to her birth.
    Her mother kicking a husband — alcoholic, smoking worth;
    Stubborn as pencil stick to the dismay of ‘Grandpaw’ and kin.
    ‘Who’s on top now?’ Do you know I will always win?

    The loser is all alone, miserable to the end.
    Not willing to understand, but bitterness defend.
    Not able to spare the feelings of her best friend;
    No love or compassion, a lifestyle of plastic, pretend.

    The dung pile of debt; her tongue, vile of threat.
    The handler and her pet; unforgiving, can’t forget;
    Unwilling to reconcile, her step-mom regret;
    Taking no sides, but her own ethical upset.

    You are supposed to sit with my mother.
    You hurt my mother’s feelings.
    Now, we are offended.

    Don’t interfere with my father and me.
    Don’t interfere with your mother and me.
    Now, you are sounding like your mother!

    You are ganging up on me!
    Go talk to my mother!
    Now, I’m arrogant.

    Copyright © 2008 by Fluffy von der Flynn. All rights reserved.

  • 20080620-Offshore Drilling

    Although I am very adamant about maintaining the pristine beauty of our environment and serenity of the co-habitants with humans, I feel we need to explore the vast oil reserves and start drilling offshore in the United States. Until some other technological advancement allows for free and renewable sources of energy, the United States must remove itself from the tentacles of foreign oil.

    I recently read a news article about Nigerian ‘Militants Attach Shell’s Bonga Field‘ via [http://allafrica.com/stories/200806200003.html]. I do not understand how a company like Shell could continue its operation on foreign lands, disenfranchise the Nigerian citizens to sheer poverty and allow kidnappers of workers at the oil rig site(s) to risk their lives. In one of my previous blogs, I did mention how Filipinos were being kidnapped for ransom, too. I don’t like what has become of the oil industry and their cahoots with international investment bankers.

    Anyway, I would prefer to see more Filipinos come over to the United States and work at the oil drilling rigs rather than sweltering under the heat of the desert sun of Saudi Arabia. I know the Middle Eastern countries has offered work for citizens of third world countries, like the Philippines, but there comes a time when risking one’s live for meager wages is not warranted anymore. Change must be implemented now.

    Change is possible as well as profitable. I see business ventures and tax incentives for the recycling and cleaning up after oil spills from petroleum tankers, smoke stacks from factories and chemicals spewed from the behinds of automobiles and aircrafts alike.

    Change means to pay off the trillions of dollars in debt; caused by the many ‘wrong-doings’ under the Bush administration. The United States and its citizens are short changing its future generation by not making use of its petroleum. Perhaps, we should try nuclear fuel instead but we know the effects of radiation poisoning are deadly to all living things on this planet.

    Copyright © 2008 by Fluffy von der Flynn. All rights reserved.

  • 20080620-Bastos Basura

    Well, it appears the ‘demon-seeds’ continue to triangulate nearby my home. Besides the apparent spitting targeted against us by nefarious agents recently, there has been illegal dumping nearby our eucalyptus tree of over thirty years. I continued to rant outloud in the backyard while burning the skins of six, green-colored hot peppers as salad for lunch today.

    I do not take this infantile behavior from stupid people personally but feel quite offended on behalf of our environment, Mother Earth and the disregard to the beauty of our neighborhood. I especially don’t like the elder tree disrespected by losers whose trivial feelings were brought upon themselves and expressed by trespassing on our territory.

    This is because we neighborhood watchers of ‘good’ citizens and our whistleblowing ‘truthiness’ on certain ‘low classes’ have been reported to the City of San Jose. I have taken the liberty three times to report to our city of the poor service received by the garbage and recycling — twice by e-mail (last year and this year) and one by phone last month. The garbage cans were lying haphazardly on their sides and unsafely in the middle of the street.

    ‘Paw’ has called twice this month about illegal dumping nearby our old eucalyptus tree of over thirty years. One incident was an old one blue mattress, which was already picked by the city. Today a couple of other unsightly, white objects are waiting to be removed from the sidewalk. The health factor is the issue these times.

    Our confidentiality is lost when the customer service requests the ‘complainer’ to reveal the address where the incident occurred. Unfortunately, these strangers take our ‘formal’ butt kicking to the extreme by defending what was once their land in the form of dumping basura (or garbage). The actions by these dirt bags are costing the city as well as the United States.

    I see why now new groups of environmentally conscious and morally concerned people are cleaning up after the nasty, garbage spewing mindset from certain people, who don’t know how to appreciate being in the United States. I see why our borders need to be secured more to prevent unwanted ‘dumping’ of dead-beats, gang-stalking, welfare-seeking people.

    Copyright © 2008 by Fluffy von der Flynn. All rights reserved.