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When one thinks of it, can it get any more an oxymoron? After all, while there are a few uses for the human stuff, as in some aspects of medicine ( diagnoses, colonic seeding-the latter still has the jury out as to efficacy), and fetishes for the really sick, with only limited ways to use the animal varieties, ---but Bravo disagrees now and again---is there any substance more useless?. But down through history, in many languages, we see such usage. Consider, Joe is a really GS--generous to a fault, wouldn't hurt a fly. Present in Shakespeare sometimes, and who hasn't seen it in jokes about health, comfort and longevity. But when one thinks about it, and compares how such things were in youth, and how less enjoyable they now can be, the meaning of a GS broadens. But CS Bloggers may have other takes on this timely and delightful topic. V-Aa-A.

This video is of a popular pop singer in Indonesia. This young woman earned only about $26 US per show. She had 3 children to feed and she did the best she could for them. As the video below shows this is very reminiscent of the traveling vaudeville minstrel shows that used to blanket the US in the days leading up to the coming of movie houses. The woman's name was Irma Bule.

She made the news last week when she was killed on stage. Her killer was a cobra snake she used in her act. She had acquired the snake a few weeks earlier. She thought it had been de-fanged. It hadn't. This video is NOT her final performance, you can find that on Youtube if you want.

There are many street performers who sing for their food in that part of the planet. In the days my parents were young, it was that way here too. Simon & Garfunkel used to sing in Grenwich Village bars. So did Barbara Streisand. Today's wannabees in America sing or perform in raunchy bars and clubs. But I have seen street shows like the videos in parks and block parties too. It is all vaudeville. You do your show, then you pass a bag and if the audience likes you, they put some money in it. It is of course a much more honorable way of earning a living than some other paths (and you don't want to slit your wrists the next morning either).

Competition is tough as many sing and dance. Many are young and good looking too. A gimmick is needed. Maybe two or three. Be a little raunchy. Wear short dresses and move suggestively. Sing ribald lyrics. Irma's big gimmick was carry a snake. As she told a friend, if nothing else, the snakes keep the men from trying to touch her when she went through the crowd to collect money.

During her last performance with the cobra that bit her Irma accidentally stepped on the snake and as any animal would when that happens, it reacted. It bit her over the femoral artery in the thigh. Irma, no realizing the snake had not been de-fanged declined going to the hospital and in the best tradition of vaudeville decided the show must go on. She continued singing and dancing for another 40 minutes or so before collapsing and convulsing. She was declared dead upon arrival at the hospital. I never heard of Irma until she died. she stands tall in my eyes as proof no matter where you are, people are people and there are no real differences from one place to another.




PS, please note that although this is in Indonesia, although there are clearly women in the crowd, there just aren't that many women being forced to wear a Hijab there.

Been busy packing stuffs these passed days...finally moved to a new apartment last night, had to sleep in a small mattress on the floor surrounded by boxes and bags last night...the move to the new place took 2 exhausting days, yesterday and today.. just glad it's done and over with and I beat Redex...I was able to move first

Too tired to feel sad and to miss my old apartment ...I'm exhausted and the more I thought about unpacking, cleaning and organizing the more exhausted I am Can't do anything about it now, will sleep in the sofa later...trying to feel good here on blogs for now

Anyone still awake?

In a recent poll Florida governor Ron DeSantis is now leading Former president Donald Trump for the Republican front runner in the 2024 presidential election. I read today if that happens, there is a possibility Trump could split from the Republican party and form a party of his own.
Only time will tell on that.

Since time began no one has been able to describe love, but we all try. The following is just my own opinion:
It's when the very first time you meet you see the world in more brilliant colors and your heart literally wants to pop out of your chest. The world is your oyster and all is well. Your heart pounds until the next time you see that person and if you are lucky you begin to discuss your hopes and plans for the future together. You make each other laugh, yet you can cry together. You are there for each other 100% no matter what. You realize that neither of you are perfect and never will be, but you know without a doubt you can work through any problem together no matter what. When you gaze over at that person in later years you know without a doubt your choice was right and you feel a different love of inner peace and well being. There is not much either of you are afraid of, because after all, you are together and you can beat anything the world flings in your face. You know you will be partners until death and if you could, you'd wish you both could just fall asleep in each other's arms and die together. Reality is, that one of you will remain behind. Being a Christian I do believe that one day we shall meet again in another place and another time.

I would like to share some of the things I've learned about posting on forums. I hope others can benefit from my experience.


It doesn’t matter how clearly and precisely you write, at least half the people who read it will misunderstand it.

It doesn’t matter how meaningless what you write is, there will always be someone who thinks they understand what you mean.

It doesn’t matter how stupid you think you have made yourself sound, someone will always respond to it positively and validate it.

It doesn’t matter how experienced you are at treading fine lines, they will always ban you when you are not expecting it.

I hope this epidemic will pass soon, so that human beings can live a free life and restore our original life. I hope everyone will have a good weekend.

I have so very much recently received emails through this site from a whole lot of wonderful people. And it hit me. Quite a bit of them keep getting their profiles deleted and banned, then the emails would disappear. So I started looking at the pages and wow. Wasn't expecting that much nudity and such crass statements in the profiles. Especially when they keep directing people to off-site pages. Good on you for trying to turn a profit, but why not just do right by yourselves and the poor souls who pictures you're using and not post some unfortunate lady's nude pictures for the sake of blatent advertising? There are many wonderful words of encouragement and support coming from actual people and then even more coming from fake accounts that a couple have truly said amazing things that disappeared because unfortunately when they deleted your account they deleted your message as well. I took a nap for a while and decided to go through some text messages I kept receiving on the phone. I see an old pattern popping up on the phone that I have encountered many many times over the years. Full of sorrys, full of blame, full of begging and back to blaming. I am not amused at any of what I saw written to the phone. I am actually mortified that it is continuing the way it has with absolutely no shame. First the tears, then the pity, then blame, followed up with manipulation then back to blame. A whole lot of excuses that have been said many, many times. I put the phone down and turned over and did something I haven't been able to bring myself to do in years. I prayed. I spoke aloud to a higher being that more than likely had deaf ears. I got my thoughts and prayers out, and when I felt I was done I got up, put my boots back on and went for a walk around the businesses and just kicked a can around the corner. I still feel as though I had a conversation with the cab of a semi truck in vain. I don't know what to say about myself for having that feeling. If it was up to me I would have been better off without putting myself through the pain of looking. But that's a good lesson. It's not just a lesson but I don't have the words to describe just how disappointed I am. I cannot explain how much regret I have. And honestly, I cannot explain why it is so hard for me to stay on topic instead of drifting off upon the same tired bore of a subject. Please do not take offense to my drivel. Tomorrow morning I will write about something joyful in my heart. A goal and purpose I have had for many many years longer than any relationship I have encountered. A secret to none but myself that I have refused to face from the start and if it touches your heart and soul, and brings joy and hope and tears and laughter, then at least I completed part of my dreams that I have been too scared to realize for the sake of my own discord and insecurities. Once again thank you to everyone in this world for the good and the bad and everything in between. Until tomorrow, may there be nothing but peace and grace around all your loving places.

Top-down and bottom-up are both strategies of information processing and knowledge ordering, used in a variety of fields....Top down approach starts with the big picture. It breaks down from there into smaller segments....A bottom-up approach is the piecing together of systems to give rise to more complex systems, thus making the original systems sub-systems of the emergent system. Top-down is a programming style, the mainstay of traditional procedural languages, in which design begins by specifying complex pieces and then dividing them into successively smaller pieces.....okkkkk.........all good blokes....oops sorry ...i mean good blogs indeed .. ...It is indeed..some take it to the head ...nicki minaj... sure something eh, ... ...on second thoughts raising my bottoms up... sorry j/k...love you all .....INDEED ...Happy new year (ps...deleting my previous blog )

After arriving back from the Caribbean I have been trying to get find a job. Well I have been offered something very interesting.
I would earn 75 euros an hour for cleaning houses. No uniform required and I literally mean that. I would have to clean naked. I would NOT provide s*xual services but I wonder what the clients reaction to seeing a nude body around would cause.