Today on Peoplenomics we pick up Part 2 of Timenamics, beginning with Chapter 13, where the book moves from theory into practical operating rules for recovering time, defending attention, and making better life decisions. Part 1 laid out the core idea: money is stored time, attention is directed life, and every choice has a True Time Cost whether we calculate it or not. Part 2 asks the more useful question: what do we do with that knowledge?
Also in today’s report: a personal application note on “Time Farming” and how it is reshaping my own publishing schedule, plus the ChartPack look at a market still running on hope: hope that oil stays tame, AI earnings hold up, the Fed doesn’t overtighten, and no geopolitical fuse burns through before the holiday bid appears. Peoplenomics subscribers can read the full report now.
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The last thing I do every night when I go to bed – I sit on the edge of the bed, take off my watch and place it on the night stand. A ritual of decades.
On my birthday in March I did this – and the watch is still sitting there. I never put it back on., which was the first thing I did in the mornings.
Since that day I have not worn a watch. I really have no need to know what the time is at any given moment. If I really want to know because of something that is scheduled., I just go look at a clock. , or check my computer screen – there’s a running clock in the task bar., or just wait for “The Mrs” to remind me [ she’s very good at that..,] The position of the sun tells me all that I need to know. “Yeah.., I’ve got a couple more hours of day light..,”
I have never ‘managed’ my time – not in the way you are proposing. Yet, I have somehow survived the toils & troubles of everyday life. Sitting a clock – a timed schedule – no.., I have never done that. “OK.., you’ve got one hour to get the bread in the oven., then go mow the lawn.” No and nope.
I do not see, nor feel the need to add stress-points through-out my day / week.., when I don’t believe it is necessary. I have enough on my mind without the added burden of scheduling and watching the clock for everything I do.
I am not a cubical-rat planning my escape every day at 5:05. And I guess I refuse to be controlled by an arbitrary, self-imposed dead-line. If I spend a hour longer than I intended reading a good book, oh well. That hour was productive., even if you don’t see it that way. If I stand at the koi pond for half an hour, sipping a double bourbon , contemplating the universe as we understand it and doing absolutely nothing., that is productive.., for me. If I get into a rhythm while splitting wood and loose all track of time – that’s productive.., for me.
I refuse to “live by the clock”., to me – that is not productive – it’s slavery.
.., the watch is still sitting on the night stand.
“Stay Frosty !”
And you are – what is called in Timenamics – one of the new rich – the Time Sovereigns. Yet most people do not yet have time sovereignty – you are in rare air my friend. Most people HAVE to DO by the CLOCK. Work, home, kids – it’s a vice. Time sovereignty is one of thw great joys but few can walk it – signing up for regular hours (or classes or flights or …) is where we see our “time controls” seized and we get shoved into the “Paper Matters so surrender your time to us…)
Stay timely is what non TS people live. Frosty follows once you’ve figured out the jail break of time as you have… Since March. And it took how many years to get there? I’m genuinely curious… (My Citizen Eco drive sits on the south facing window of the master bath…wqorn only for appearance now and then.)
I have been working on ignoring time for years – just didn’t really need it any more. Though it does loom prominent in everything we do.
This last birthday morning was, for some reason, the day. No discernable reason. It just ‘was’.
.., and – if it hadn’t of been for trading the markets so heavily – I probably would have one it much sooner.
I quit wearing a watch probably twenty five years ago after reading a book “Quantum Healing”. Basic premise is that constantly being aware of ‘time’ just gives you Hurry Sickness, ripping constantly into your biology with something that isn’t real, just a construct meant to cattleize.
The only watch wearing in those last twenty five years or so is when sailing on an offshore passage, where ‘time’ becomes necessary for accurate navigation. As for the rest, there are watches on other arms and clocks everywhere. And besides, it’s a fun challenge to inherently know what ‘time’ the rest of the world thinks it is.
The opposite of Hurry Sickness is what I get. Probably needs a name?
Stiks
never war a watchever . even as a kid . hate em . status my ass . nuiscance
I’ve had a similar experience. When my kids were of a suitable age for wearing watches, they didn’t want them. This went of for years, through college age. I couldn’t understand how they got along without knowing what time it was. Then my watch broke, and I decided to see what it was like to also not wear a watch. Haven’t worn one since!
I also have used an alarm clock for only 3 weeks of my life. I first used one when I had to get up to teach an early class, but the noise rattled me so much that I soon stopped using it and learned to “set” my internal alarm instead.
Since I’ve always abhorred schedules, my aversion to being regulated by a scheduling master tool is not surprising.
dLynn… RIGHT ON! I spent a 50 year career in broadcasting, frequently in control rooms where split second timing was imperative. I had a watch that kept within a few seconds accuracy over a week’s time. When I retired, the solar watch found a home on a sunny window sill where it still sits. I retired from the time constraints, and things get done around the volcano ranch when I damn well feel like it. I abhor scheduling myself as George does. Yes, I too am a ‘time sovereign’.
Hmmm..
no second hand…hmm but it keeps pretty good time when the suns shining lol lol
https://www.amazon.com/Brass-Nautical-Antique-Compass-Beautiful-Handmade/dp/B09VP9SDZR/ref=sr_1_1?
“I refuse to “live by the clock”., to me – that is not productive – it’s slavery.”
I envy you. I live by this whenever I can – even to leaving my watch and cellphone on their charger-stands or in my vehicle when I’m working. I do this sometimes for many hours. (I have had my kids, especially my eldest daughter, send the police by for a “welfare check” when I’ve been incommunicado for several days.) I’ve never understood why anyone would become a slave to a telephone. I certainly don’t understand why anyone would do so with a “smartphone.” It is exceedingly rare, when someone actually NEEDS to make OR RECEIVE a phone call. Don’t even get me started on the smartphone-as-pacifier vibe.
When my time is mine, it is never clocked.
Unfortunately, I still do surplus, which requires that I make an appointment, two States away, and volunteer a 20 minute window in which to arrive, to relieve some school or organization of stuff they’d have setting on their curb, had I not purchased it. The 2-3 days per week I do this, I have to work logistics and time transportation vagaries within minutes, for a pickup that’s 2, 3, sometimes 500 miles away. It is on these retrievals that I have my watch, phone, laptop, and am running XM and multiple GPS devices.
If it weren’t so much fun, I’d give it up and sit around listening to my arteries harden…
Having retired 19 years ago and living in the boondocks, time is seldom a critical issue with me. My “alarm dog” normally wakes me around 5:45 – 6:00, and my day progresses from there. This morning, however, I had a 7:30 appointment for an ultrasound on my gall bladder at the hospital 13 miles away. My alarm dog overslept, and I was awakened at 6:27 by leg cramps. Kinda wish I had set an alarm clock, but I made it by the skin of my teeth.
Discussion of watches and time reminded me of a song by John Gorka.
“I’ll take the money
They’ll take the time
Down to the land of the bottom line
To the bottom line”
Lyrics & video: https://www.elyrics.net/read/j/john-gorka-lyrics/land-of-the-bottom-line-lyrics.html
oprah bagging the late great beautiful whitney houston . hey oprah heard you had a somewhat unusual job as a young un . leave whitney alone . talented and beautiful , hung out with the wrong men she did
Sacrificed..
famous producer buddy – same OG producer that DID a very young Puffy.
Did =Indoctrinated.
Was said to have “DONE” will smith as well. But Will was well known Sword Swallower from back in his dayz in West Philly, before he even met clive.
re: “Actually, Sir…”
feat: Geoffrey, “Fresh Prince of Bel Air”
Neo-soul Black artist India.Arie is quoted in “Complex” magazine and picked up by aggregator “MSN” saying “watch what kind of archival interviews are about to come out”.
In passing, June had been a big month for the late recording label titan. Heroine Janis Joplin backed by Big Brother and the Holding Company playing the Monterey Music Festival allegedly subsequently launched Clive’s cv towards the stratosphere with her rendition of “Ball and Chain”. As chance would have it, yesterday marked the 43rd anniversary since he introduced Whitney Houston on “The Merv Griffin Show”. She covered “Home”, a closing song of all-Black musical “The Wiz”. By coincidence, its 1975 Broadway musical version debuted the future Mrs. Huxtable of “The Crosby Show” as a field mouse.
Time to slap the lid down on this Pandora’s Box before things get out of hand as seen at the following Youtube link gleaned from Phillie’s WPHL channel 17 station:
https://youtu.be/PIr0Xvawz2E
According to ChatGPT, Fresh Prince’s “Love Hurts” episode first aired on November 14, 1994. Jada Pinkett allegedly auditioned as the star’s girlfriend cast member, but she did not win the role.
https://youtu.be/3JcmQONgXJM?si=Hir4p6FXY8HgprI8
self explanatory. ah ha ah ha
Phew this got me thinking deep…Most people spend their lives chasing things that rust, fade, or get forgotten — cars, houses, jewelry, numbers on a bank ledger.
The Spanish conquistadors thought gold was the measure of a life.
Today, some think it’s the size of a home or the brand of their clothes. But none of those things last. Even relationships, as precious as they are, can drift or disappear with time. Memories fade. Possessions decay. Bank accounts empty…..
So what does last????
Christ had no home, no wealth, no status. By society’s standards, He lived in poverty. Yet His life was full — because His wealth was measured in compassion, presence, and the courage to love people who had nothing to offer Him in return. Love wasn’t a feeling to Him — it was an action verb. Something you do, not something you own….
The thread running through all true wisdom traditions that I have read about is..
You measure a life not by what you accumulate, but by what you cultivate.
Not by what you hold, but by what you give.
Not by the size of your jar of numbers, but by the size of your heart in motion.
I’ve seen people lose everything — homes, health, relationships — and still have a richness about them because they kept planting kindness.
I’ve seen the elderly tucked away in facilities, forgotten by the world, waiting for a single reminder that they still matter.
And I’ve seen how one small act — a visit, a meal, a moment of listening — can bring light back into their eyes…. the young woman searching for gas money or the single mom in tears along the road tires worn to the threads..
Is That Time Farming… or time wasting away
Planting actions today that grow into meaning tomorrow…..even though your forgotten after a few short weeks your message left..
To my small mental thoughts is the true quality of life isn’t in things, or status, or the illusion of security…you leave with what you came in with..your status forgotten..my brother hit a homerun when he said at my mothers wake..” isn’t it sad that at the end of your life all you have is a couple of boxes of crap..A few photos…and the memories if what you stood for..”
It’s in the quiet victories…
The light in a child’s eyes when you show up for them
The unspoken gratitude when you give someone a hand up
The peace of knowing you made someone’s burden lighter
The legacy of kindness that out lives your name
Everything else fades, that’s or decays into histories forgotten.. ive seen million and billionaires have road named after them or buildings etc.. my great great grandfather has parks etc. named after him but his true soul and life lost to time..
The seeds you plant in others is what is true quality of time farming.. — those seeds grow long after you’re gone….
And that’s not just a thought from an unedjumicated moron from the wastelands…
That’s the message every great prophet and philosopher tried to hand down for thousands of years…
None of them measured life by possessions…. all died penniless..their legacy was their teachings..
Not Christ, who owned nothing and walked the world as a poor man.
Not Muhammad, who taught that the best wealth is the wealth of the soul.
Not the Buddha, who left a palace to learn compassion.
Not Confucius, who said a noble life is built on virtue, not status.
Not the Stoics, who believed character outlasts fortune.
Not the ancient teachers who carved warnings into stone so future generations wouldn’t repeat their mistakes…..an archeologist found what could be considered an ancient vault..in it was some colored clay beaded necklace a hair comb a short sword and an amphorah of winseed..over and
Every one of them planted the same kind of seed
A life has quality when it creates goodness beyond itself.
From what i have learned its seriously Not in things that rust,
And its Not in the numbers that vanish. Not in trophies, titles, or the illusions of security…those are simply illusions ….I personally believe its in the quiet, human acts that outlive us…
Kindness given without expecting return…do unto others..
Compassion shown to the forgotten.. a listening ear..
A hand extended to someone who’s falling…
The Light brought into a child’s eyes
Dignity offered to the elderly who feel invisible..patiently waiting..
Mercy when the world chooses judgment..
Its in the quiet, human acts that outlive us….
These are the seeds all of the prophets planted….
These are the seeds we can plant too….
And these are the only seeds that keep growing long after our names fade…
Everything else — the cars, the houses, the gold, the status — disappears…
But the love you put into the world becomes someone else’s strength.
Someone else’s memory.
Someone else’s turning point.
I believe that’s the real harvest…of time farming..And it’s the only one thing time can’t take away….
all of the rest is….. https://youtu.be/NBdjVUN0Vok?si=zCiUc6abHjGqBdgc
Thus one old Celtic messaged song ..is a favorite ..
https://youtu.be/Zs0mJ1g5-OE?si=guluusFUoKJ2waMX
and a little clair.. https://youtu.be/wsvXfK72Znw?si=osepR2BxO9TEl-xf
There are only a few of us who really try to walk it, LOOB – and more than a few hang out here, so we are in great company all around. But working on the time farming book – that has been hard – trying to understand the schema behind it all – to have to most you have to own nothing – yeah hard one to try nd explain in a 10 second sound bite or in outrage theater on social – and that’s why we are at time on the rocks.
Great post today…you really got me thinking about time..the essence of time.the memories we leave with. Reflection of what’s in my time farm… I know the peoplenomics and urban subscribers are awesome..I consider everyone here a member of an elite family.. big hearts and lots of wisdom…
so nice mate . tip my hat to you
(that has been hard – trying to understand the schema behind it all – to have to most you have to own nothing )
I keep trying to understand the pattern behind life myself
the rules, the meaning, the “why” of it all.
every time I think I’ve got a handle on it, something comes along that knocks the pieces out of my hands blowing my mind in confusion. It’s like the universe is saying to me, “Not that way. Look again.”
And when I start seeing life as a struggle I can’t bear, I always end up meeting someone who has even less than I do — someone carrying a weight I can’t imagine — and somehow they’re still standing with a positive spirit. Still grateful. Still shining. And it humbles me more than I can express..
It makes me wonder if the whole point of life was never about owning anything at all but what we leave behind as our legacy..after mom passed and my brother made that commsnt..my wife and I were driving home and I asked my wife..what will we leave behind as a legacy..coming into the house the show on the tv was every major power company in our area and the PUC were talking about energy in the future..well everyone knows about my fifty year rant on solar towers and a stronger America infrastructure.. so rather than continuing ranting we bit the bullet and had solar installed at greater than ten bucks a watt.. at least our kids would know that’s what I believe..
I wonder maybe the “schema” isn’t something you figure out in life .
Maybe it’s something you live into in your life.. We all have our life tragedies, our successes our pitfalls.. our worries each of us wears a public mask hiding the burdens and desires..
I think of the cover of a book.. in it shows my friend walking up a path..children laughing … in his book.. he tells about illness and death that abounds in the African nation..and how those same kids bury their parents by the front door so that their deceased parents can watch over them..then a little girl dying ..laying in bed and whispers..Jesus loves me…what i thought reading that was yes he does and so do i..it was so inspirational to me..his legacy of caring.. I have another friend that owns an international tower company..he to has passed on the teachings of the father..
their time farm..
Loob, nice post,
Foundations, Family Offices and S-corps have some longevity.
https://johannesburglists.com/top-100-foundations-in-america/
Not advice, write Mr.Ure when yoU’RE rich.
Nice site… I’ve donated to a few on that site in the past. Honestly, I consider myself a very rich person, but absolutely none of that wealth comes from a bank account.
Numbers are still a plague to me—like CareCredit somehow doubling what I owe instead of just combining it… grr! lol.
But honestly, it doesn’t even matter.
I’m nearing the end of my life’s journey, and I realized better than anyone that true wealth in ones life isn’t measured in dollars or things..
things can be replaced or repaired..
dollars are simply symbols
but the human heart is enduring…
83%? The last time I checked, The Salvation Army was at 98% (that was before Joan Kroc left the organization $1.5bln and they “went woke.”) I base my analysis regarding which charities deserve my money both on what they do and how efficiently they do it. If’fn some “charity” wants me to fund their 7-figure executive layer or 40+% overhead, they can solicit elsewhere, no matter what they (allegedly) do…
the water school…great group …
https://www.waterschool.com/
I give to the salvation army and the goodwill..feeding America and a Xmas favorite..
https://giftcatalog.org/collections/animals?gad_source=1&gad_campaignid=23101596201&gbraid=0AAAABBt7mwbsbSLRDOI-jpK65KJt8WdCg&gclid=Cj0KCQjwo_PRBhDNARIsAEcVALWXpHEU9Yw9sMZ2vWI47zL1nqy2pO61CRGYkg_QtfnSpcRUtKwBCusaApyDEALw_wcB
LOOB, I give to The WaterSchool. I give to Samaritan’s Purse (That’s Franklin Graham’s nonprofit), even though Graham makes about $900k, because they do SUCH good work, and often get into hot spots before anyone else. (They’ve been on the ground in Caracas for over 24 hours already.) I don’t give to St. Jude.
Where I research 501-c-3 CEOs comp packages:
https://www.charitywatch.org/
https://www.erieri.com/
‘Nuff said?
(“I don’t give to St. Jude.”)
now I thought St. Jude was a good one..I would have given to it..
St. Jude IS a good one, and I have given in the past. I just don’t like the CEO’s multimillion dollar salary last year (not counting bennies.) When it goes back under a million (or inflation justifies such a comp package), they’ll go back on my list.
I don’t like charities that spend more than about 7-8 percent of their charitable intake for management compensation and advertising. A “charity’s” purpose is to fill a hole in society, not a hole in its managers’ pockets.
I will never support a charity with communist roots or anti-American political leanings (which includes, BTW, the vast majority of religious organizations.) You’re lucky because LDS is one of the good ones. I’m not, because most of the Quaker orgs are commie fronts.
I will never support an organization which is, or has ever “gone woke.” This demonstrates a staggering lack of common sense, courage, and leadership at the top of the organization’s structure. I refuse to be a part of such stupidity.
Wow –
Just a small caution, as you seem to have a pretty good Head on Ure shoulders..
Joseph Cambell once wrote:
“There are many gods, choose your god wisely. Because the one you choose is the one you deserve.”
close. The more often cited version is:
“In choosing your god, you choose your way of looking at the universe. There are plenty of Gods. Choose yours. The god you worship is the god you deserve.” (Reflections on the art of living)
Variants are actual is “meme polishing”
love that
the reading room has it to read or put in your ebook reader..
https://pdfroom.com/books/reflections-on-the-art-of-living-a-joseph-campbell-companion/eKRd6P782Zp
Had to go to the hardware store this morning [ silicon adhesive- needed one, bought three. ] Parked the Harley in front, took my helmet off and placed it on the foot-peg.., took a step towards the sidewalk and the helmet slipped off the peg. ‘Thunk!’ I knelled down and started to put the helmet back on the peg and saw the hard rubber insert was cracking – order a new one when I get home – put the helmet back on the peg and was about stand when a huge black object stepped into my peripheral vision. I slowly looked over and came face-to-face with the biggest damn dog I have ever encountered. MASSIVE ! His head was twice the size of mine. Solid, shiny black, Neapolitan Mastiff. That big bad boy had to clocking 140., maybe 150 pounds. .., and there I am bent down on one knee – not exactly a very good defensive position. He had me – and he knew it. He planned it.
.., damn !
Not a lot I could do.., he stood there starting at me with his cold black eyes. No expression that I could feel. So.., I just locked eyes and said “Good morning”, as friendly as I could. His heavily lidded eyes brightened up and he started panting and his entire massive face., with all the skin-folds and double set jowls instantly turned friendly.
I slowly stood up., and he took a step back – I think I was much bigger than he first thought. I took a half step forward, reached down and rubbed behind his ears – “You are one pretty boy” I told him to his face. He started panting again. All was well.
“He’s not bothering you, is he?” A woman’s worried voice came from my right. The dog was twice her size. She took a hold of his leather collar. [ As if she could control him with her magical powers from Hogwarts. He would drag her down the sidewalk like a stuffed doll.]
I smiled at her.., “No we’re fine – he was just wondering what I was doing by my bike., and was that really my bike.., and do I have any treats? ” .,[ the woman laughed.] and I reached down, not too far down, and rubbed behind his ears again. “Great dog.” I told her, while looking him in the eyes. He looked at her., then back to me.
“He ‘is’ a really good dog, just too big for most people.” She let go of his collar.
“Yep.., Neo’s have that effect on people. ”
.., and thus ended another unplanned adventure.
I ordered the foot peg insert ‘before’ I wrote this. $38 – set of two.
“Stay Frosty !”
That is a good one. I love big dogs. Had two Alaskan malamutes and two Siberian huskies. They were all good dogs, as we trained them well. They were especially good around children.
If a dog is vicious and is going to attack, it will generally just attack. You cannot outrun a dog, so if it’s going to attack, you have to fight. The only running a body does is to secure a position where they can’t be attacked from the rear. (Bent over where a dog can attack your rear is a notably poor defensive position… ;-)
The Neapolitan is a fiercely loyal and protective breed. He stopped to talk to you, to make sure you were not going to be a problem for his master. You handled him exactly correctly…
I fought a Doberman for the “right to trespass” – damn they are fast when pissed ! Backed off two German Shepards – down a corridor and into an office with a fire extinguisher and then closed the door on ’em. Very unhappy watch dogs. But dogs just don’t understand fire extinguishers.
That was the first Neo that I have encountered. And you’re right – he just wanted to know what I was doing., hunkered down behind my bike. Big dogs don’t scare me – kind of attracted to them. I understand that they are fiercely loyal to their families. Can’t imagine one getting all maniacal on someone who messed with their kids. That must be really ugly !
(“I fought a Doberman for the “right to trespass” – damn they are fast when pissed !”)
years ago we had a saint bernard Shepard mix..the size of the saint Bernard and the muscles of the shepherd..one of the kids in towns dad had a trained attack doberman…the kids were playing in the field and that kid walking along the road with the doberman told it to attack..tippy was laying between the kids and the doberman.. the doberman went to attack and tippy quick as a wink jumped up then laid down the doberman took off back towards the kid..I thought oh tippy scared it .then the kids and tippy came home and tippy was acting like a cat coughing up a hairball.. he had ripped the throat out of the doberman..
the kids dad was going to sue me to pay for a new trained dog and I had to get a lawyer to get involved..
sadly tippy got the taste of blood..
a woman I worked with living in a not so nice neighborhood had a male pet wolf.. big thing huge.. scary looking eyes.. she had it years..
My first dogfight was with a Dobie. I was a paperboy and probably about 14. The dog was mean-raised, owned by a kid [who was] 6-7 years older than me. He lived at home. His mom was my customer. Mean dogs didn’t get the attention they do now. By the time I was 14 I could deadlift the business end of a small car and had probably been in 30 fights because I had zero tolerance for bullies and boys who hit girls.
Dad was one of those people who could walk into a room full of strangers, and be friends with all of them within a half-hour. I asked him how to handle a mean dog. Sure enough, he introduced me to a friend — a local radio broadcaster who happened to raise exotics in his private zoo, and trained lions and tigers and bears (and ostriches/emus/rheas, oh my!) Mr. N explained to me that most animals bodies were as fragile as humans. Many could be killed with a Tettsui strike to the side at the base of the skull, and (more-importantly to me) most could be incapacitated for several minutes with a head slap.
After you have slapped a dog around a few times, it will forever run like hell at the sight or sound of your presence (unless it becomes part of a pack) — even a belligerent Doberman…
the grandkids dogs that now spend most of their time with us at doggy daycare lol..sound rough with deep voices .it’s their tails that give them away ..wagging so hard you think they are going to fall over..lol
elon the guru sage . gunna build tesla dealerships on the moon . send construction material and robots to the moon to build em . that way he can sell teslas to aliens . then he is going to build an orbital highway to earth with charging stations . then the aliens can visit relos in area 51 . line up for this IPO its going fast .. hope he does the lot . king of the &@#$%@$
he could get the new Chinese robots to build them lol lol lol
can’t hardly tell if their robots or not
If indeed there is something to this Mercury retrograde, then I think I must’ve found my effective date. Five or six days ahead of the retrograde.
During the thunderstorm last night, I noticed a lightning strike very nearby with a window-rattling crack-Bang. Gave it no particular thought until the driveway gate refused to open this morning. I disconnected the operator arm and opened the gate by hand, then went on about my travels.
Returning home a couple of hours later, I grabbed my multi-meter and a couple of wrenches and screwdrivers and set out for the gate. The truck wouldn’t start. It cranks and fires, but dies immediately. Moved my tools to the car and went to the gate. Battery was low, so I checked the solar panels. One is dead, the other marginal. I opened the gate controller box and was struck by the fragrance of fried electronics. Then noticed the brown streak on the board above a couple of components.
Back at the house, I found that Amazon wants nearly as much for a new circuit board as for a whole Mighty Mule opener.
If I make it past Mercury retrograde alive, I’ll be considerably poorer financially.
Yah see it??? Yessir – another aware person has come to realize I wasn’t joking about the accident and misfortune window ahead of the merc retro!
Nearby lightning strikes can toast automotive electronics, too. How much for a new ‘computer board’ for the truck? I put TVS diodes across the computer ports in the car and truck. Both survived a direct lightning bolt just a few yards away on the ham radio antenna mast. Good grounding is imperative.
which tvs’ did you use Hank?
Damn… now you want me to dig. I believe it was a 30 volt clipper if memory serves. Wired them to the computer lines on the OBD port plug, and keep that plug installed and labelled on the cars.
I believe there is..this year I gave and sent out Xmas early just in case..
Earth Shaking News.. literally.
Venezuela: TWO earthquakes, 7.1 & 7.5
(Caribbean Tsunami? No monitoring in the region… until islands disappear.)
Japan: 6.9 earthquake
Not related, but Kilauea volcano is swollen again and predicted to spew lava fountains again (episode 50) in a day or two.
Also had a 5.6 here in Northern CA yesterday.
I’ll be 82 in a couple of weeks and am very careful about how I spend my remaining time. I’m still writing and self-publishing but have chosen to not spend much time promoting my 29 books, and Amazon’s algos are ignoring them. Fortunately, I never expected to have them contribute much to my retirement.
I’ll miss the missing future Urbansurvival posts, but I understand, and agree with your decision. Thanks from a long-time reader.
Lets say
1) you do all the work things make money have kids
2) you mind time as yoga swami
3) you play lotto and win
Who is three pigs if defense dept ensures your liberty and funds taxes pay for it?
great question ..Whether you’re the worker, the swami, or the lotto winner, all three pigs are living under the same illusion..
That the system is actually funded instead of created from thin air….
The Defense Department might ensure the liberty, but taxes aren’t truly paying for it anymore. The national debt has reached a point where paying it back is a mathematical impossibility. We could triple our population overnight and still never catch up to the deficit. Pig 1’s hard work, Pig 2’s mindfulness, and Pig 3’s winnings are all just sitting inside a house of cards disguised as a house of bricks…
the big bad wolf of national debt has blown down two and working on the third while the Pigs chiseling the bricks away from the inside.. take out a bearing wall and the roof doesn’t collapse dramatically..it slowly puts stress till it caves in on itself…
Come on Man…..
Its ALL FAKE.
Every F-ing Story, every bit of ancient history, made up FAKE.
Every single creation story from times past (ANCIENT) is redo/re-write of the original Sumerian tale.
Just done watching doc on the Osirion – nothing else like it in all ancient world..except one, Pryamid . Majority of it is under water nowadays. There is nothing about the Osirion that we could build today with all our high tech, nothing. The tolerances are beyond anything we can do today. Granite beams bigger than the Pryamids beams of 70 tons..bigger and so precisely placed.
After Osiris was murdered there on the hill with 3 Sycamores overlooking, by Setes/enlil and 71 adversaries =72 – remember that number – you will see it pop up when evil scheisse is going down – flight numbers, ect..
In magical practice/terms, Horus required 26 of the Shemshu- Ra (watchers) and himself to capture the Traitor(a shemsu) who let Setes and company into compound.
They all took a turn walking up to the traitor and driving their Blade into him. Said to be a bloody heap by time #27 was drawing blood.
Hard to believe, but Antoine Parks was mentioned in the documentary. I about fell off my seat when I heard the name. I think they just threw in there for bonus points, as what they were proposing wasnt close to what Mr Parks has been finding.
great read, exiting story, possible prehistory of the “folks” that crashed here..how and why, the orion wars of aggression – Anton Parks Secret of the Dark Stars..free on Kindle.
Dont know if youse all are ready for such a tale, but you would not have got this far if you werent.
Cheers
Thank you for the book.
Did a vacation for the first time in a while. TSA didn’t jack with me as bad as they usually do. I am getting better organized for checkpoints.
As for clock watching, I got a new watch some time back. It is a Casio solar with analog minute and hour and digital seconds. Has digital date and day. Also has the NIST radio sync. Not sure if it is really a perpetual or not. 20 bar pressure rating. Blend of stainless and resin. Cost about $125. Doesn’t look too bad either. I like it.
I’m not living by the clock, but I respect the income it brings in. Delivering on time can be profitable.
I am toying with the idea of relocating, but only if the money is right. No contracts in hand. Telecommuting leaves some options open that other types of work cut off. And my earned income phase will be passing in a few short years. Good excuses for more house cleaning. Filled the back seat with drum liner’s full for Goodwill. Put another 10 bags to the curb.
I mailed out a copy of the voynich manuscript to a friend that loves to read as much as I do for xmas.. along with the translation of it..I was a little disappointed of the final translation though..I knew they were close and it appeared as a farmers almanac ..I was hoping there would be an ancient recipe in there somewhere that I could make ..nope no recipe..sad eyes here lol…not really it does cover several important areas though .. truly full of meaning. she will be thrilled..
her job when young was to read and research all the crap that Congress refuses to read..research them then when they asked she tell them what she thought of it..we met in the LOC stacks..( the future lost library )
Not sure what to make about significant earthquakes last night in Japan, Cali, and a pair of killer quakes in Venezuela…
George and All,
Watches were required when we all were working jobs for a paycheck. We could never be late for work.
Cell phones have changed much of that. Wearing a watch is not necessary for telling time: your cell phone does that for you.
Many ladies, me included, wear watches as jewelry items. I still have my great-grandfather’s silver Hamilton wrist watch with the radium markings on the numbers, although I seldom wear it. It still works.
Since my husband died over seven years ago, my intense time management hit a stone wall and stopped. Everything in my life seemed to have stopped them and changed dramatically. Nowadays, time is to be enjoyed, is much less harried, and is not near as busy.
At 75 years old, or maybe still young, I realize that time has become more precious. We truly do not know how much time we have left to enjoy. I believe every day should be treasured.