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The actual entry is further down. Using Blogger.com provides me with the opportunity to edit innumerable times. It doesn't seem to matter how much later I decide to change things around. Presently, I'm not interjecting in this space to change the original entry below, but to add something that I wanna preserve for posterity.
It's not unusual for me to return to edit stuff after I've thought about it for a while. I've been writing on the internet for 15-18 years now. Nothing I've ever written has been deleted. I figure the content that's entered now will be consider part of the pioneering days of the internet, and will be kept in server farms forever around the globe. In a way, my writing about anything I like to in the early days (relatively) of the WWW actually makes me an immortal, or at least until some nuclear armageddon clear-cuts the Earth, and breaks it up into a zillion astroids.
The binaural beat compositions I'm watching on youtube and listening to through stereo earphones still intrigues me. The last one made patterns of sine waves from an oscilloscope. It made me wonder how many people who watched this video knows what an oscilloscope is or what it's used for.
The creators of the video don't hide the graph lines of the oscilloscope screen, and those translucent pipped lines gives a nice perspective for how the sine waves swirls dancingly to the music they produce. This happens on a new web site where another of the binaural beats artists displays their wares via youtube. They call themselves Kymotropic Inventions. The dictionary.app on my iMac don't have a clue what "Kymotropic" means. They overlay blues songs on top of the sine wave patterns. Eerie sounds not usually heard in nature, but pleasant.
The interesting thing for me is that I can write with this stuff playing through my earphones, but I can't write if the television is on or I have a visitor. That benefit alone pleases me because many times there are ambient noises that cause the same stultifying reaction when I'm trying write. Like Marine helicopters hovering above the runway not far away, and Mexican music from the rental trailer over across the paved road playing loudly to address the migrant workers apparent homesickness.
Another habit I have that makes time fly, and also causes me to think that it's a meditation enabler is a Hearts card game from a collection of card games I bought at the Apple Store. I liked the MS Hearts game very much, so when I switched back to Macs after a long siesta I had to search for a Hearts game for Apples operating system.
I liked the Hearts game that came on the CD, and a couple of the other card games that came with it, and I played the default Hearts game fairly contentedly for maybe a couple of years. It seemed a little too predictable as far as outcomes were concerned, but I wasn't unhappy with my purchase,
One day I saw an option I hadn't seen before. If it'd been a snake... and all that jazz... so, quite naturally, as curious as ever, I clicked on it, and a dialog box popped up and asked if I'd like to move to a more difficult lever of their regular Hearts game, and I clicked on the Yes button.
They weren't joking around about it being more difficult. I lost 90% of the games I played for the longest ti-me, and had to completely reframe my Hearts playing strategy. Even after a year or so of playing at this more difficult level I have only managed to win at or below 50% of the Hearts games I play.
The other computerized "players" all read cards. That's the way I got it figured. I'm the only real player, and I'm the odd man out with this game. I don't know what cards they have, and they all know what cards I have. It's a tedious position to find myself, yet I am is intrigued. If my mind drifts, it brings catastrophic results immediately and I get the Queen of Spades and all of the cards in the Hearts suite except for one.
The result of having to pay strict attention to the game at all times is what I have to do with mindful meditation. After a while I go into the state of being where I lose track of ti-me, and forget about all my troubles and woes for a while, just like happens when I sit in the cafe booths for breakfast and stay for several cups of coffee while I work crossword puzzles. Time flies because I'm having fun.
The binaural beats at this new web site are very interesting, but they don't feature the solfeggio notes I can sing with and hear the external input into my ears that cause my voice to warble to include a binaural beat of it's own.
I've listened to the four videos these people have generated, and now I'm gonna go to my own youtube account and start the thirteen binaural beat videos I have on a playlist that will play each them in sequence without me having to boot up each one separately.
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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.
