CHARM OPENS THE OBSERVATORY

What's going on in the Naval Observatory?

Walking up its hill and around its dome every day for exercise made our group a familiar sight. One day we charmed (behaved winsomely) an astronomer lady and she invited us in to explain why taxpayers fund this stargazing enterprise. At tour's end we were satisfied it was money well spent. Here's what we learned:
1. The Navy needs a standard time if ships are to navigate by the stars. Clocks around the world vary because they use different means of measurement. The fantastic consistency of cesium crystal vibrations is one "clock." The rotation of the earth is another and they do not agree. So now and again, they add or subtract a second to the official time to conform to earth rotation time. (which is more important) The "correct time", we learned is a decision and not a discovery. Ships normally navigate by GPS but the Navy insists on a backup system.
2. The Navy needs precise star charts as well as a standard time for accurate positioning and firing IF THE GPS FAILS . Stars move slightly over time and must be updated.
3.The Navy searches for potential KILLER ASTEROIDS, charting their paths, hopefully in time to divert them.
4. The Navy searches for planets outside our solar system. It looks at the wobble of stars that indicate orbiting planets. They've found hundreds.

Only 10% of Japanese people know how to use all the functions in their mobile phones

A Japanese survey of mobile phone users, translated by What Japan Thinks, reports that only about 10% of Japanese mobile phone users say they have mastery (or a good command) over all the functions of their mobile phones (link). About 75% of users say they have mastered less than half of the functions in the phone.

The most confusing functions were e-wallet, applications in general, music player, and Internet access.

What Japan Thinks concludes that few people in Japan "are really comfortable with their phones," which I find reassuring because it says that people in Japan aren't all that different from everyone else on the planet. In many countries there's a tendency to believe that people in Japan (and Korea) use mobile devices so differently from everyone else that there's nothing useful to learn from them. It's as if they're on a different planet. But the reality is that even in Japan, a phone overloaded with features and cryptic menus is confusing to anyone except the most dedicated technophiles.

It is interesting that so many mobile phones in Japan have e-wallet, applications, music, and Internet built in. That's a result of the aggressive rollout of integrated phones and online services by Japanese mobile phone operators -- the real driver that I think makes the Japanese mobile market so different.

(By the way, in case anyone's interested, another survey determined that 14 percent of Japanese cats won't go to the bathroom if someone's watching [link]. Who knew?)

THE KING OF KODGERS BRINGS WHITMAN TO fLAGSTAFF, AZ

Yesterday, I “channeled” Walt Whitman–America’s greatest poet in a presentation at Flagstaff, Az Unitarian Church. Whitman rose up from a mystical experience and straightway wrote his signature poem, Song of Myself. Not unlike Buddha rose up from his mystical experience and wrote his greatest sermon, The Four Noble Truths. Both speeches deserve to be heard by every living being. Whitman is more relevant to us because he presents the clearest picture of an enlightened life. His vision of the good life is so radical that it shatters conventional religious nonsense and points to a full, exuberant, unashamed, fearless enjoyment of life. All his news is good: Life is not a test, none of us can fail. Life is an adventurous journey that we have all participated in from the beginning of time and will continue to its end. What we call losing is as useful as winning. “Battles are lost in the same spirit in which they are won. “ What is happening here is that ETERNITY IS ADVENTURING IN TIME. LIFE IS COSMIC DRAMA.
(EVIL IS MERELY PLOT THICKENER)

Here’s a short passage from my presentation, relevant to us who travel:


“Each man and each woman of you I lead upon a knoll.
My left hand hooks you round the waist.
My right hand points to landscapes of continents and a plain public road.
Not I, not anyone else can travel that road for you, you must travel it for yourself.

It is not far-----it is within reach.
Perhaps you have been on it since you were born and did not know.
Perhaps it is everywhere, on water and on land.

Shoulder your duds and I will mine and let us hasten forth.
Wonderful cities and free nations shall we fetch as we go.
If you tire, give me both burdens and rest your hand on my hip.
In due time you shall repay the same service for me,
For after we start, we never lie by again.

Long enough have you dreamed contemptible dreams,
Now I wash the gum from your eyes;
You must habit yourself to the dazzle of the light
Of this and every moment of your life.

Long enough have you waded timidly by the shore, holding onto a plank.
Now I will you to be a bold swimmer,
To jump off in the midst of the sea and rise again and nod to me
and shout, and laughingly dash with your hair.

By WALT WHITMAN written circa 1848

What a great audience–absolutely perfect focus throughout. And they bestowed on me with their applause the ultimate compliment a curtain call in church.

THE MALE G SPOT

Delivering on my promise

In a previous post I revealed that my g spot had been touched by the oracle lady and that I now understood its secret location and would reveal it later. Well here goes!

For my impatient readers, I’ll give the promised answer up front so you can be on your way. The male g-spot is in a man’s cranium. It’s hidden beneath the personality he presents to the world and is its opposite. It’s the part of him he is afraid to show. Its hidden deep in layers of dread, down near the emotional danger zone and barely above the pain layer. Very much like the clitoris in its crevice, it must be surfaced to be stroked. Here’s the secret: Rouse his emotional fears WHILE HE IS LUSTING and voila! He’s in love again! Now I will give the longer version to the rest of my readers..

Ladies are always puzzled when the eyes of their man begin to wander. But! But! But! They stammer inside their head—He was so passionate at the beginning. The hard truth of passion depletion only slowly seeps in. Like oil well depletion, passion depletion is a reality. It drains away slowly sometimes and swiftly at others. Most women feel powerless to stem the drain. Down, Down, Down it goes to their dismay. Sometimes they try slimming down or bosoming up with a boob job, but it won’t work. Men grow less and less interested.

But there is something that will work and that is to touch your man’s g-spot. I’m about to reveal to you Cleopatra’s secret and Jezebel’s and Bathsheba’s and Madonna’s. Enduringly sexy women all! Wise in the ways of the male g-spot. Touch this spot and hang on for the ride. Ready yourself for the roses and the jewelry and whatever else you want. A stroked guy will deliver. The g-spot is the reset button that wipes away the past and begins a fresh new cycle.

That button is in his cranium! It’s slightly different for every man but the broad principle is valid for all. My first experience with it was many years ago when I had become neglectful of my lady. One night she said to me: I slept with George while you were gone! I was stunned and hurt and outraged and AROUSED. For the next months, I could not get enough of my lady–my queen. The lesson was not lost on her and so she kept George as an occasional lover and me forever interested. The principle of the g-spot is contained in this true story. Regretfully, most ladies do not have the ovaries to push the reset button for a fresh cycle. Stymied by conventionality and scripting and lack of courage, they wring their hands and cry and rage. How much easier to JUST STROKE HIS G-SPOT and he will not want anyone else.

Women have a psychological G spot as well as a physical one. Once I inadvertently touched it on a lady who did not particularly like me. In fact she was annoyed with me and said so. I accepted her annoyance in a way that surprised and liberated her. So much so that she found herself ranting at me. I accepted that too. Something clicked in her head and long pent up feelings of rage pored forth. I could see that she was exhilarated by this release and so I took no offense. She excused herself to go to the bathroom. When she came back she told me she was stunned to find herself incredibly aroused. Later in the throes of passion she told me she loved me. Do you see the lesson here? Her anger was her shadow side, her hidden and “disowned” self. All her life she feared expressing it.

Do you puzzle that powerful executives pay handsomely to be demeaned by dominatrixs. It is their disowned weakness that aches for expression. Add lust and they are catapulted to ecstasy.


So here’s the secret: Notice the “self” that he presents to the world. Is it strength and competence. You can bet the sexual farm that his disowned “shadow” self is weak vulnerability.
Now, the next time he is conventionally “fired up” shock him into helplessness with something you tell him or something you do and he will be catapulted to the next level of ecstasy. Here are two examples from the movies: Tom Cruise’s wife in Eyes Wide Shut tells him how she lusted for a total stranger and wanted to run away with him. Tom’s character is lustfully devastated; Nicole’s stock takes a huge jump. A better example from the movie Sideways is when the brutish husband catches his wife “en flagrante” and after chasing the intruder off is seized with incredible lust and gets her to relate the details of her tryst while they are having sex.

The disowned self may well be strength as in the case of milktoast individuals, requiring the exact opposite tact for the ecstasy effect. Fear is the necessary catalyst to make sex sizzle. Not fear of physical harm but emotional fear, vulnerability, exposure of the self that we hide from the public.

A famous experiment done at the bridge over Royal Gorge proves the hyper stimulating effect of fear. A cute lady gave her phone number to 100 guys she met on the bridge during the summer and 100 guys she met at the end of the bridge. The call back responses were overwhelmingly in favor of mid bridge, suggesting that even mild fear heightens sexual interest.

To briefly review: EMOTIONAL FEAR CATALYZES SEX. Outside the sexual arena, fear is just unpleasant. Inside, it does wonders when skillfully elicited. You can locate anyone’s fears by noticing the self they present to the public and imagine its opposite. Invent ways to call out his hidden fears DURING PASSION and you will send him into ecstasy and reverse the natural depletion of sexual interest.

NEWS FLASH: 9/7/08 I've just learned that noted British author Howard Jacobson has written a bombshell novel: THE ACT OF LOVE that confirms and explores this seemingly quirky truth about male sexuality. "every man who loves his wife, wants her to have an affair."

Disagree? e-mail me and perhaps I can improve this essay. randythepoet@yahoo.com

DEALING WITH A RACIST

Paul sends a racist packing

Here's a true story told in rhyme, how my friend Paul Styles (featured in a previous post) had the cahones to challenge a campground racist and how effective the challenge was. I was too chicken to do what needed to be done, preferring to be liked rather than standing up for principle. I'll remember this bit of cowardice the next time I hear racism. The least I can do is celebrate the courage of Paul.

THE PRICE OF PREJUDICE

We call him cowboy and now he lives
on the fringe of our campground south.
What put him out there on the edge
was his offensive mouth.

He’d say “nigger this and nigger that”
“rotten government bunch”
till we’d all cringe and passively
excuse ourselves for lunch.

And then one day Mr Paul drove in;
introduced himself all round
and eventually made his friendly way
to cowboy’s camping ground.

Predictably, the foul mouthed buckaroo
in just three minutes flat
began his prejudicial spew:
“nigger this and that.”

“How long have you been a racist?” asked Paul,
cutting to the heart of the matter.
The first to ever really challenge
cowboy”s offensive patter.

Stunned and ashamed, cowboy sputtered
like Adam without his leaf,
embarrassed to be caught red handed,
like some chicken thief.

Sensing that he was no longer welcome
in the company of the civilized
he slithered away to the social wasteland;
looks back with hollow eyes.

A single challenge and he was hurled
to the wastelands mud and damp.
soon the racist of our world
will have no place to camp.

MEET MY FAMOUS NEIGHBOR

DAVE ULMER Inventor of Geocaching

Sitting in my rig this morning is Dave Ulmer, the inventor of geocaching. Wickipedia verifies that Dave buried the very first cache near his house in Beavercreek, Oregon on May 3, 2000 and put the coordinates on the web. Within days it was discovered twice and zoom, the game was on. Today more than 600,000 caches are spread around the world and noted on the web. Millions of people are playing Dave's game.

Surprisingly, he refuses to bask in the glory of it, only rarely making a public appearance. He almost dismisses his achievement as trivial because he's focused on far bigger fish. He's the author of Beyond the Information Age, a book about how a revolutionary computer program can help us get to the truth of all issues and restructure society for an unimaginably bright future. He patiently tried to explain it to me. It was like listening to Einstein explain relativity.

On the practical level, he's a super efficient camper and the day I met him had bypassed his "wasteful and inefficient" hot water heater in favor of a better system. His rig crackles with electronics. He's doing his best to bring me up to speed electronically. What a piece of luck to camp near Dave. (and if I may quote myself: "we are not immobilized by friends in fixed places because we know there are friends everywhere")

FOREST DWELLERS

LIVING COOL, FREE AND FRIENDLY


Here are photos of the rigs that surround me. The people in them constitute an accidental, temporary community; the kind that full time rvers experience often. We have much in common and generally bond easily. Beyond needing the social fix, we are eager to learn new tricks of the trade from each other. Pictured is yesterday's watermelon party with Ed, Paul,Bob, Ron and myself.

Consider the savings represented by the 12 rigs here: Camping fees @ $10 a night =$120 a day and utility savings @$5 a day = $60 minimum. This amounts to $180 a day, $5,400 a month or $64,800 a year. We each save on average $5,400 a year. This kind of frugality just might catch on as the national financial meltdown affects more and more people.

Consider also that we are now as electronically connected to the wider world as any city dweller yet are pleasantly removed from the city's stress and noise. I count my blessings!