The new discussion groups I subscribed to aren't working out like I had hoped. I just unsubbed from one of them. I concluded it was the internet version of the Jerry Springer Show. Lots of name-calling and screaming in capital letters. The other one is a philosophy group, and oddly enow it has a lotta name-calling on it too. It seems filled to the brim with academic types that act like they're still trying to get good grades in some college course. Either that or teaching a college course. I've asked a couple of questions, but except for once I've been ignored. No blame.
I thought my last question was a good one. I asked this one guy why he concluded that the information the brain uses was only inside the brain. I was thinking about high powered electrical transmission line that radiate a magnetic field. The content of the copper wire is not just inside the wire but causes that magnetic field that surrounds it. I knew that my question might cause the guy to think I was going esoteric on him, and I was, but they were talking about brains as computers and how electricity affects mental processes. It wouldn't surprise me if whoever runs this group finds my offerings less than acceptable and kicks me out.
I seem to be moving to the point where that kind of thing doesn't matter too much to me anymore. The news that I'm gonna be taking methotrexate for the rest of my life seems to be the culprit. I've worked outside practically all day. I've been burning off the dried grass on my lawn and in the edge of the woods around my house. I've been burning in small patches because the wind has been up.
This work is a continuation of when I cleaned out some of the underbrush between my house and the pond when the sun sets over it most of the year. The two tornados that tore down the forest around my house left the woods around my house in a mess. It blew down or broke most of the forty year old yellow pines my father planted. I haven't really been out there trying to clean up so much. I was very disheartened by the loss of such a beautiful bunch of woods. They made my house look unique despite the fact that it's a rat hole. With the big trees gone, it's just a rat hole.
I've been working recently on the the north side of my house between here and the paved road. I'm about 150 yards back off the road, and the woods and underbrush and briar patches had taken over. The big fallen logs have all about rotted now, and I was able to take my axe and bust them up a lot easier than I thought. That's about the only way I can get them to dry out from the winter rains so they would burn. Soon enow, I'll be able to just take a little walk out into the woods and not have to fight off the briars and other entanglements. I might even plant a little fancy shrubbery and a flower plant or two. The rosemary bush I bought during the winter at a good price is gonna love the place I picked out specially for it.
I do not attempt to tell the God's own truth here because I don't know what the truth is or hardly ever. I try to capture the drifting thoughts that randomly appear in my imagination for reasons I may not understand. I don't know if the content I capture with these words is true or false. The Comments settings are turned off to prevent me from having to defend what amounts to little more than fanciful, sometime crude speculation. Great moments in our lives never return.
