.:. ::: ! (o) These are words Ramo Wrote.

I say things, I feel things, I see things, I think things, I intuit things, and I experience life in the moment, in all its non linear quantum glory.

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~ Ramo / Omar / Doctor-Beans / citizen of earth

a good friend posted the following question on facebook. I responded in two blurbs.

What would the world look like if each and every person followed their Heart?

preface: at the beginning and end of every day, i feel most people are doing absolutely the best they can and know how to, and attempting to be a good person, in the way they uniquely understand. it has taken years to strip away bias and arrive at this conclusion.

anyway, to my friend~

My answers were as follows:

i think most people are. if not, they’re doing the best they can. this assumption imho comes from a place of critical assumption, and ganders that people are “somehow not” following their hearts? if they’re not, (just bear with me for a moment), then what are they following? if they’re following something other than their hearts and it’s an identified outside source like say social convention, then what’s to say they’re not putting genuine emotions and investment of time energy and care into those things?

maybe i’m missing the point, and if thats the case i do apologize, but i wanted to provide some gentle and thoughtful additional something to ponder along with this prompt. :)

if it’s outside the scope of what you intended this post for, please don’t hesitate to remove this.

with love,

db/omar/ramo/ringo :D

and the second answer I thought about it a little more before I decided to leave and do something else.

that being said, i’ll attempt to answer your question: only a presumptuous person would be able to answer that, because there is literally too much entropy to assume one could know such a thing, and to assume one can know such a thing and be convicted in that belief, is to short change the science of entropy and ultimately free will, and is none other than the ego wanting to feel safe, secure, and drawing a finite thing to glob onto. (again, this is entirely okay, it’s what the human mind does.)

🙂

imho, we really could not ever hope to answer the question posed, but it’s a nice thing to wonder about, if you feel a need to guide others in one direction or another. it’s some sort of interpersonal struggle to feel in control, of something. usually, for most people, when this is at the forefront of their minds.

(i’ve shed a lot in the last few months and came to realize these things, perhaps it’s helpful, perhaps not, but again feel free to delete this if it’s out of scope or offensive. i am not aiming to be either of those two things, just give some extra canvas to think on, roll around in and get paint on oneself with.) 😀

~ Ramo / Omar / Doctor-Beans / citizen of earth

i wanted to write a post, i will be saying happy mothers day and spending time with my mom instead, but i will write a post this evening, and i dont know what it will be about yet, but it will be something that is enjoyable to write.

and that is all for now.

besides wishing all the mothers out there a happy mothers day!

more later, but likely below it, because leaving a little bookmark like this slightly wedged under the door is kind of fun. :D

hugs and smiles from southern california.

Ramo / Omar / DB / Ringo / Just a humble human.. :D

oh also, recently I got this app called calenderium, and it says all the things that happened notably in the last hundred years or so on “this day” which is pretty fascinating, if you like patterns…

here is one from the app, and i’ll include a substantive post about this thing later, because it segues with Terrence MacKenna’s TimeWave Zero Theory, from what I can tell, and is a pretty cursory way to attenuate that signal, if you’re new to pattern matching through out historical and contemporary contexts…

09.5.1980 – In Florida, Liberian freighter MV Summit Venture collides with the Sunshine Skyway Bridge over Tampa Bay, making a 1,400-ft. section of the southbound span collapse. Thirty-five people in six cars and a Greyhound bus fall 150 ft. into the water and die.

anyway, there’s one,

09.5.1915 – World War I: Second Battle of Artois between German and French forces.

09.5.1865 – American Civil War: President Andrew Johnson issues a proclamation ending belligerent rights of the rebels and enjoining foreign nations to intern or expel Confederate ships.

09.5.1763 – The Siege of Fort Detroit begins during Pontiac's War against British forces.

and contra-posto:

09.5.1386 – England and Portugal formally ratify their alliance with the signing of the Treaty of Windsor, making it the oldest diplomatic alliance in the world which is still in force.

image included for media card foo, and is totally a non-sequitor. however, here’s the lowdown on the image, and i vectorized it so as to not be sued into oblivion by the house of seagram.

Propaganda Campaign Ran 1941-1945.. Summary : Text from image: 'Free Speech Doesn't Mean Careless Talk! This poster is published by the House of Seagram as part of its contribution to the National Victory Effort' Artist
Essargee (Goff, Seymour R.) Creator (corporate)
Distillers Corporation-Seagrams Ltd.

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~ Ramo / Omar / Doctor-Beans / citizen of earth

a few things, and taking it easy around here as of late, but staying productive, at least trying to be useful to others and myself.

  • re made friends with water and tea

  • noticed every single thing i’ve touched when i used to be a smoker needs to either be thrown away or washed. i cannot touch any of these things without wanting to throw them away, and un-attach the hand from my wrist. In short, the nicotine is itchy and has been making my skin burn when I touch it. It’s mucho gross. it’s amazing that i have now identified this “foreign” substance all over a good number of my belongings.

  • on teh above note, i gave the thinkpad a thorough scrubbing with pine tar soap

  • downloading things and doing the file system shuffle, into a new 1tb drive, is interesting, because i haven’t bought an external since 2006.

  • kicking the tires around on the new case, its going well. i like it a bunch. it’s aging, it’s leather, i know i know, i wanted something durable and i have despised plastic my entire life. i can’t get used to it. i know it’s vegan, but it’s also going to be here 5,000 years after i die and i dont ethically support that. i dont know how i could.

  • day 14 of not smoking and only had cravings the first two days. body is slowly but surely getting happier.

— 17 years too many doing the above. glad i learned.

  • wondering if silence means i’m not going to be invited to merveilles town, but i’m indifferent either way, as it’s not up to me. i do appreciate that it’s a community for artists, but i also don’t force my way into anything. if i’m meant to be there, it’s going to happen when it does or if not, doesn’t. accidentally pissed off someone in that community, or at least got myself blocked. i think i asked too many questions, and made an assumption about a gadget they were making, either way, i did not mean harm but have evaluated my actions and see how i could have been irritating accidentally. i must be careful when referencing new people that are friendly, versus calling them friend colloquially.

  • raw dairy is amazing for the gut flora.

  • i haven’t put anything substantive here for a while due to healing.

  • i re-filled my fountain pen today with violet ink and wrote a poem, without thinking about it. as one does well, as i usually do.

  • i will blog soon, but i wanted to let you guys know i hope you are well, and things are going good here, just taking it a day at a time and with loving ***gratitude. ***

~Omar / Ramo / Ringo / Doctor Beans (just this guy you see?) :–)

(this entry is substantive, I gander, so there we go. mission accomplished.)

until next time!

over and out for now!

oh and i nearly forgot, ergonomic mouse – amazing.. anker vertical mouse. really really cool thing. feels like a handshake almost instead of messing up your shoulder and “wrist having to perch.”

~ Ramo / Omar / Doctor-Beans / citizen of earth

the funny thing is nobody ever intends to take it easy when they are a perfectionist type, but they often need to, because we tend to drive ourselves into the wall, up the wall, and through it...

so days where you “take it easy,” are nice and unexpectedly welcome.

I wanted to say to all my friends in Texas to remain safe and hope they are free and clear of tornado stuff.

Also, sometimes you hear that eh there was no point to this: This didn’t make sense.

I’ll come back to this later.

The apple pencil came, and the case came for the ipad, so I am stoked on these two things. It’s now protected properly. :)

Reviews and Photos from the Unpackaging sometime soon. Thanks Michael, it’s really beautiful.

I got the 12.9” vintage ipad case from www.mac-case.com :–)

hand made. built to last a life time.

~ Ramo / Omar / Doctor-Beans / citizen of earth

via wikipedia..

George Mallory George Mallory 1915.jpg Born George Herbert Leigh Mallory 18 June 1886 Mobberley, Cheshire, England, UK Died 8–9 June 1924 (aged 37) North Face, Mount Everest, Tibet Cause of death Mountaineering accident Body discovered 1 May 1999 Alma mater Magdalene College, Cambridge Occupation Teacher, Mountaineer Spouse(s) Ruth Dixon Turner ​ ​(m. 1914⁠–⁠1924)​ Military career Allegiance United Kingdom Service/branch British Army Years of service 1915–1918 Rank Lieutenant Battles/wars World War I George Herbert Leigh Mallory (18 June 1886 – 8 or 9 June 1924)[1]:546–47 was an English mountaineer who took part in the first three British expeditions to Mount Everest in the early 1920s.

Born in Cheshire, Mallory was introduced to rock climbing and mountaineering as a student at Winchester College. After graduating from Magdalene College, Cambridge, he taught at Charterhouse School whilst honing his skills as a climber in the Alps and the English Lake District. He served in the British Army during the First World War and fought at the Somme.

After the war, Mallory returned to Charterhouse before resigning to take part in the 1921 British Mount Everest reconnaissance expedition. In 1922, he took part in a second expedition to make the first ascent of the world's highest mountain, in which his team achieved a record altitude of 26,980 ft (8,225 m) without supplemental oxygen.

During the 1924 expedition, Mallory and his climbing partner, Andrew “Sandy” Irvine, disappeared on the northeast ridge of Everest. The pair was last seen when they were about 800 vertical feet (245 m) from the summit. Mallory's ultimate fate was unknown for 75 years, until his body was discovered on 1 May 1999 by an expedition that had set out to search for the climbers' remains. Whether Mallory and Irvine reached the summit before they died remains a subject of speculation and continuing research.

~ Ramo / Omar / Doctor-Beans / citizen of earth

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ever want to like an app, but no matter how hard you try, you really just don’t? (oh wait wasn’t he talking about writing:? yes both !)

maybe you liked the icon it came with, maybe you liked the general thrust of the thing?

but maybe it just sucks for some reason, for you.

I get that a lot- and it makes me appreciate pen and paper and pencils…

—-

Also, I wanted to write in my book today, but I’m realizing I am much more adept at poetry than I have been at creating short stories, or long ones, although this just came to mind- when in the fourth grade, i used to have an english teacher who would have us write spelling words into a short story- each week. we had to use several of them each week, but i went ahead and used my entire list.. seemed like way more fun, and yeah ! ended up turning in 4-5 page stories single or 1.5 spaced as a little kid.

it was thrilling moderately for me and the teacher was intrigued by how much I liked to write.

Had totally forgotten about that…

maybe as an adult i can learn to trust myself again as a longform writer, and turn that 4-5 pages into endless bounds of imaginative stuff… I will . :) It will be fun. I will it to be fun, and to occur. It will be most enjoyable. Maybe some of you will even buy it and read it !

is today day 122? i should look in the calendar, but i dont really care right now.

~ Ramo / Omar / Doctor-Beans / citizen of earth

LUT – look up tables. color look up tables. i just made this one.

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and applied it to this image. :–)

The more I see how crazy wonkaloon the world is getting, the more it reminds me to just relax, but also the more it reminds me that everyone is either getting sucked directly into the aforementioned, or they’re in the boat I’m in, or option 3. Always leave room for option 3.

~ Ramo / Omar / Doctor-Beans / citizen of earth

and now we write,

a poem in sight of the evening’s night light- of the dawn nothing of that sort

there is no spork.

what do you want to say sir? why don’t you just say it?

there’s nothing left do sir, why don’t you just stop trying to wear those other shoes?

they don’t fit you anyway, as they’re not yours.

what would be of benefit however…. is to re-read “walden” by thoreau, and marvel and revel in it’s utter genius, elegance and grace.

I’m writing to myself, and that’s totally okay. I often just take copious notes, and intellectualize that i’m not addressing myself, but that’s too vague to be therapeutic, or anything of that nature.

so here we are, and it is good.

and you have no use for a list in this document, so please stop making check boxes on this entry irony, very much intended.

back to what we were doing instead, which was writing a poem. . // but in free-form.

tree form. noodles of pasta are basically flour extruded into liquified and dried strings.

whats the appeal in having to eat your bread like that? i will never understand it.

this is it, we are done. this entire entry has been #non-sequitor.

i should read the interlinear cicero translations of some speeches he gave and mention the book is from 1885? and is very hard to read. it was probably a very difficult book to typeset… you should see this thing.

over and out!

hi hi. ha ha

oh and today i had a nice interaction with a gentleman in the coffee aisle of whole foods. i told him about the baratza encore, and was able to convince him that he should buy the coffee he really wanted, and then work up to buying the grinder and appreciating it. he had looked at one, put it back, then pulled another one sighed visibly and was starting to walk away…

caught him just in the nick of time and with any luck brightened his day some. we spoke for several minutes about coffee and such and it was nice, traded contact emails.

why is this block quote so long i dont want it to be, //

but im too sleepy to figure out why it’s doing this in the editor i’m using at the moment. which is “noto” oh yeah i think this one renders these this way for its own format, and when you share to copy and paste or export as “md” it changes things around.

this does have a fantastic pdf export function though, that supports styles. thats why you kept acemark around, because of the export templates… but otherwise that app was very poorly coded for compliance and a few other things. it was only on version 1.0 to be fair.

~ Ramo / Omar / Doctor-Beans / citizen of earth

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