Election Day, 2010

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I voted just now. We had to use the provided pen to fill up the inside of an oval circle with ink. I thought that was a pretty good way to make sure the voter intends to vote for the specified candidate. I didn't vote a straight party ticket. The option wasn't provided on the ballot. But, the choices were laid out well. If they weren't I'd be suspicious.

For the first time in a long time I didn't do the Yeller Dawg trip. I voted against the DA that busted Willie Nelson's crew at a local concert. It was the only concert of any big star in these hyah parts. The DA did it just to show he was tough on crime in a rural part of the state where country music is quite popular. That indicated to me that he is a stupid individual that shouldn't occupy a public office. To vote against him I had to vote for a Republican. I voted against two people, which means I voted for two Republicans. Ugh...

This is a strange election for around here. The state went Red after the Civil Rights Laws were enacted. Before then, 60%+ of the voters were registered Democrats. This last Presidential Election the State supported Obama. Oddly, the polls expect NC to support the Democrats again which would make the state Blue for two elections in a row. I'm eager to see if the Democrats get a majority of the vote. I don't like living in a Red State. I guess the unending propaganda against the Communist during the Cold War hung around.

I may have written about the chanting I've been doing lately. About how I sing the vowels with an "h" in front of them in order to find the perfect utterance of the vowels. It's a very athletic thing to do. Particularly in the new method I've developed of humming without my tongue pressed up against the roof of my mouth. This is more like open-mouth singing. I think I'm learning more about how to divide the breath arising from my lung between my open mouth and allowing some of it to find it's way into the hollows of my sinus cavities and Eustachian tubes.

A friend wrote to tell me that the sinus cavities don't vibrate. Perhaps I wasn't clear in my description. It doesn't matter. He won't attempt to improve his singing for his audience's sake anyway. He's afraid he'll betray his inner urges and be found out to be other than he claims. Who isn't? To me, that's the entire point of the quest of the Fisher King.

The sinus cavities and the Eustachian tubes are hollow, and the sound is reverberated in the hollows of the haid. The surfaces that are in direct contact with the uttered sound that is changed by reverberation may not vibrate according to my correspondent's theory, but it seems impossible since they made of flesh, even firm flesh, not to vibrate along with everything else.

Something happened that impressed me when the U.S. invaded Panama to capture and jail Noriega. He holed in some embassy and the U.S. Army pointed a bunch of special audio equipment at that edifice. At some point they broadcast a certain brainwave signal that cause everyone in the embassy building to defecate immediately with any control to stop it. Noriega surrendered soon afterward.

Yesterday I practiced singing the vowels as I described. I'd been constipated yesterday morning. Suddenly, after practicing the change in humming I instigated I felt a deep urge to eliminate. Soon enow, I wasn't full of shit any more. I was certain my bowel movement was associated with the chanting I'd been doing.

I would add a disclaimer in order to make anybody who decides to try the exercises aware that practicing them could get to be a shitty proposition. But, nobody can hear anyone but themselves. No blame.

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