The last post

This is the last post on this blog. I have decided to stop writing on Beyond space and time. Thanks for reading this blog.

One

One....One....One.....One....One....

ONE!!!

ONE!!!

ONE!!!

ONE!!!

ONE!!!

Joint Statement

We have read the post on Q3 and we are shocked to see P4 reduced to a puppet image. The writer of the blog does not have the patience to wait until 1/1/2005 and has decided to mock P4 by drawing this cartoon.

It seems that many of you think P4 is a figment of our imagination or is the dark side of purgatory72. However, this is totally and completely false. P4 represents something that is unique yet known, new yet old, born yet dead.

So we ask you not to pay attention to people who try to degrade P4 and hope to have your patience until 1/1/2005, when the true P4 will be revealed.

ShoSho & Purgatory72 & P4.

Lost

It is five minutes to midnight, and all is quiet,
not a sound to be heard, not a thing to be seen.

Dark is the moon, dark is the sky, dark is the place,
no wonder, its five minutes to midnight.

It is five minutes to midnight, and thunder rumbles in the sky
big jolts follow, lightening comes along.

No more moon, no more sky, no more place,
no wonder, its five minutes to midnight.

It is five minutes to midnight, and the time has come
for five minutes seems like an eternity, for midnight to arrive.

No more hours, no more minutes, no more clocks
no wonder, its five minutes to midnight.

Never again, never again, five minutes to midnight, will never come again.

Blaze of Glory (poem from the dark side)

This came to me before I slept yesterday:

I have got a match in my hand, and I want to strike the box
I want to light it and see it burn.

I have got two matches in my hand, and I want to strike the box
I want to light them and see them ablaze.

I have three matches in my hand, and I want to strike the box
I want to set them alight, and brighten the night.

I have four matches in my hand, and I want to strike the box
I want to let them burn, and see my fire everywhere.

I have five matches in my hand, and I will strike the box.
For now is the time that I will go away, in a blaze of glory.

The furniture Ripper

I was watching the news last night, and they had a story about the furniture ripper. Supposedly there is this person who goes around furniture stores and slashes the sofas, beds, etc., of course costing the store a fortune.

Apparently there was a woman active in the Netherlands 7 years ago, but this one "according to the police" is local based in that area.

Few things came to my mind:

1) Furniture Ripper!! I mean what kind of a criminal is that? I mean what goes through their heads?? Oooooh am a tough criminal! Oooooh look at me mister furniture ripper, fear me, run for your lives! blah!

2) The police actually talking about this without laughing.

So the next time you are around a furniture store, beware, for the ripper might be close.

Thugs online

OK, this is not exactly a post, but I found this fascinating, so I have made a link to it. It is a "DG" article for those who like to read quick like me.

Thugs online

Monday sucks, Monday sucks!

I hate Mondays!! I hate hate hate hate Mondays! You know why? because on Sunday I cannot manage to sleep early and end up watching tv and King of Queens, which shows very late at night. So ams, went to bed at 2 a.m, could not get to sleep until 4.45 am (I think, last time I looked at the clock), and woke up around 8 am. Why do we have that day of the week where we just hate? I am sure you hate Saturday maybe (unless you are Jewish of course) or maybe hate Friday or Sunday (last days of the weekend always have that boring feeling).

Now its almost 6 pm, going to kitchen to start thinking what to make for f6oor. I have to shave too, well not have have, but I should to be clean, then again, maybe I should be not clean for a while, be a bit artistic.

Luckly P4 keeps me company and I can talk to P4, which is fun. Today P4 decided to take a few pictures preparing for what is coming in 2005.

doei

Doppelgangers

The term doppelgangers, German translation - double walker- , are "doubles" or ghosts of living people or animals that are exact duplicates. This could be a projected out of body experience either consciously or unconsciously or a death omen. It is believed that only the "owner" of the doppelganger can see this phantom self, and that it can be a harbinger of death. Occasionally, however, a doppelganger can be seen by a person's friends or family, resulting in quite a bit of confusion. This is can be a form of spontaneous or willing projection.

OK, what am I trying to say here? Did I see my doppelganger? No. Why am I thinking of this topic? It fits into the whole multi-dimensional aspects, that make me "Beyond space and time". For those who never saw that aspect, check the ancient archives. This might seem odd but the topic popped in my mind when I was writing my post on ShoSho. And No, she would not be my doppelganger, she can't be, can she???

Some questions to reflect on, is the image of a doppelganger negative at all times? I did not have such an experience yet, have any of you been in such a situation?

"Carry on my wayward son
There'll be peace when you are done
Lay your weary head to rest
Don't you cry no more"

Sleep

Sleep... must Sleeep....

Baaa, baaa, baaa, baaa, baaa, baaa, baaa, baaa, baaa, baaa, baaa, baaa.

My blog buddy

You must be wondering what is going on these days, me and shosho, coming up with comments about P4 (this post will not tell you more about P4, or Z4, so do not raise your hopes :P) , and sometimes appearing with similar comments on posts. Well, I thought maybe it would be nice to dedicate a post to her.

Shosho is my best buddy on blog world. Now before you start thinking about what does he mean by best buddy, let me be clear that the term best buddy does not imply any special relationship, but rather it simply means that I can relate to her and the way she thinks.

See the thing is, my mind is designed in a specific way that it goes through strange loops that many would not even consider. To some, my thoughts seem odd, strange, complex, negative, etc. However, they are not that extreme, if you can understand me. She can because her mind works in a parallel way. I do not know her that well, I only know her from her writing. She is what I can call an equal, my yang, if I am ying. If you remember the quiz on Q3, our responses were similar, though her response was more developed than mine. I think because she is smarter than me, or hmm, smarter is not the right word, more critical than me, if such a person existed :).

What is odd is that the first time I commented on one of her posts, I was aggressive and annoyed her a bit (I think), but, then again who has not suffered from my wrath :)?

I am not sure how she would react when she reads this post, but hopefully it will be a positive reaction. Thanks for being my buddy on blog world, I appreciate your buddiness :)

So there you go folks, that is how I think of her, and I will leave at that.

P4 coming to a blog near you

1/1/2005, P4 - The blog.

100

This is my 100th post on this blog, quite an achievement I have to say. I did not imagine I would be posting so much on blog world, nor commenting on people's blogs, but it had developed into a nice diversion from daily life.

I appreciate all the people who visit my blog and comment, some are very close friends now. Thank you for making this blog one of your stops in your busy days.

Instead of writing a new post, I would like you to go through my archives, and choose the post that has had the biggest impact on you, positive or negative, and try to comment in a few words (or in the case of DG, one or two paragraphs) about it. This will give me an idea of how you think of me and how you see me as a member of your blog community.

Again, thanks for allowing me to be one of you, and hope that you enjoy this blog more.

Nederland O Nederland

Well I am back in my own house now. Flight was comfortable and got home Ok. The weather is nice, rain, 12 degrees, so beautiful. It is nice coming to your own place again, sleeping in your own bed, having your own stuff. Not that I did not enjoy my time in Kuwait, I did, but I am sure for those who have their own places and travel then come back to it, it feels nice and cozy.

Rabab submitted my poem to some critics, and it seems I have some talent. Guess my space poetry has some fans. Thanks Rabab. You can check the replies on her site 3asal.blogspot.com.

First day of Ramadan here, which to me is no different than any other day. Ramadan abroad is a different experience, life goes on and Ramadan is only observed on an individual basis. I like it this way, then again I am used to this style of Ramadan for the past 15 years. I like it when life goes on, and nothing stops or changes.

I went today, got my post at the post office, got my hair cut, bought groceries (or my famous expression - ashtree jam3ya-), washed the car at the local Shell station and came home to do my share of cleaning. Smart guy that I am (this is for Gigi and she knows what I mean :P) I had the house clean before I left, so its only a matter of some dusting and washing clothes.

Tonight I will attend a birthday party for a friend who turns 50. It is a surprise party, so hope he likes it.

What else? hmm, going back to work on Monday ($#@#) but at least we have Ramadan hours. I am still on vacation mood, so it will take a while until I would be in work mood, if that ever comes again.

Next post is post 100, I am still thinking of what to write, we shall see.

Beyond space and time

This blog will be inactive until next week. Feel free to comment on older posts.

The rise and fall of the male empire (revisited)

This is a post I wrote in July but never got any comments, so I am posting again to see if it attracts some attention this time.

Post starts here:

I know that you should not do this at work, but sometimes you feel like it, so I feel like it now, guess this is my new addiction.

I got this drink from my friend yesterday, its a cinnamon syrup. It is sold on an island in Greece and they call it the Greek Viagra. You can mix it with ice-cream or in water, so it is kind of a concentrated sharbat.

I had my drink yesterday, and since I live alone, I could not see if it is effective. However, at night I had some strange dreams, which I have not had for a while. I do not know if it was from the drink or maybe what I ate for dinner. However, that is not what I wanted to talk about.

The obsession with being fertile, or more correctly, endurance is unusual. For such a small act, there have been lots of research to improve the endurance of the male over time. With medicine, special therapy, herbs, food, you name it, it does not stop, but why? I think it connected to the desire to remain young, the desire to be the same as one was before, but why?

With age, you have other things to do, endurance during intercourse should not be a priority. Is pleasure then an obsession? or is it a diversion from other problems?

Post ends here.

Jamshid

Another quick post before heading for lunch, I want that sugar!!!!

Superman is dead

Just read it a few minutes ago. Sad to see him die, I was hoping he would make it.

Violemeer

Deep in the dungeons of rajha, lived a dragon. The dragon has been trapped for centuries, locked in chains. All alone, left alone, without light, without air. The dragon whose name was violemeer, was the same as all dragons, except for one thing. Violemeer did not breathe fire, but instead had a very deadly invisible breath which would knock anyone close unconscious and left in a state of continuous daze. The wizard of rajha felt intimidated and jealous, since the dragon was becoming the main source for all victories for the kingdom, and decided to play an evil role.

The wizard went to the far and distant mountains of Def-rose, and waited and waited, till the dragon fell asleep. He then drugged him along with fellow dragons, jealous dragons, and took him to the dungeon. All of a sudden Violemeer woke up and found chains on the body. These chains were invisible also, made by the wizard himself, to hold down Violemeer forever.

The king and the people wondered about Violemeer, the rumor was that Violemeer had deserted them and went to the neighboring kingdom. However, the king did not believe that and decide to send his men to look. They looked, and looked but with no luck. The king died, his son died, his grandson died, and no one could find Violemeer. In the same time, the wizard became the source of all power, and controlled the whole kingdom. Closing its borders and making it a dark place to visit.

2000 years passed, and on one day, a stranger came into town. The stranger,was a tall young guy, with very sharp eyes. People who looked into his eyes, were amazed and could not move. There was something mystical in his eyes, but no one could figure it out. The stranger, went to the castle, entered, the wizard saw him and fell to his knees. The wizard knew who this stranger was, he knew.

Without saying a single word, the wizard, pointed to an arrow, the stranger pulled the arrow, to find a secret entrance to the dungeon. He went down, and saw the poor dragon, weak and fragile, chained. The stranger looked in the dragon eyes, and the dragon looked back, and then the chains broke, the wings flapped, the dragon could see, breath, move, Voilemeer was back!! full of life.

The stranger walked out of the dungeon with Voilemeer, passed the wizard, out of the gate. He climbed on top of Voilemeer, held Voilemeer wings firmly, and started to fly up into the sky, climbing up towards the clouds. As they ascended towards the horizon, the stranger rubbed Voilemeer neck, and watched the dragon turn color from dark rusty black to milky white. Voilemeer became an angelic dragon, like no other dragon before. The stranger smiled, and held firm as Voilemeer went up and down and from side to side in the wide blue sky.

They climbed upwards and upwards, until they reached a remote island in the middle of space. Voilemeer landed and the stranger stepped down. The stranger looked at Voilemeer and Voilemeer turned from a dragon into an angel. The stranger smiled again, and said..

"Voilemeer, now you are where you belong, where you will never hurt, where you will never be left alone. This is your home."

The stranger then merged with Voilemeer, and a new life form was created.

Triangles

Today's short topic is about triangles. I am always fascinated by triangular shapes, how three lines connect at specific angles coming to one point, with the area in between being a confined space detailing a certain spot. Triangles comes in different shapes and forms of course, the one I like most is the isosceles triangle, because it gives a bigger area in between.

Sometimes, I look at a triangle and imagine me inside, going around from side to side, trying to figure out where to go next and what should I do. Of course once trapped inside a triangle, there is no escape because you are surrounded by walls, which can even expand upwards in the z-direction.

Stepping inside a triangle is always tricky, because you have three locked lines, so the only way to come in is from the top down, or below up. The surface of the triangle can be smooth and can be rigid, but in general it is smooth, which makes walking on it much easier of course. It would be nice to claim a triangle, just inserting a big flag in the middle and say " from now on, this belongs to purgatory72." Nice feeling :). Probably surround the flag with a couple of huge rocks to make sure no one takes it out, plus it brings balance inside the triangle in case of sudden shifts in the upper universe and rotation of the axis around.

Well that’s my geometrical thought of the day, hope you liked it :)

Poem from the dark side (told you it might come back)

Inspired by Jackie's post.

slam into her from the side and flip her over
kick her, kick her, kick her
smash her head into the pavement, smash smash
bite her hard on her skin and make her bleed
blow her head with a baseball bat or a wrench
stomp on her and slash her face
look for the gasoline and set it ablaze
look for her head and make sure its close

Boom it goes, Boom, Boom, Boom

walk away with a satisfied smile.

The bachlor, allergies and Fusla.

I am sure most of you have seen a version or another of the show, where one eligible bachelor goes and a hoard of women contest to win him. It fulfills every man's fantasy, while for the women, I do not know what it does, maybe they seek fame from appearing on the show, are actually looking for prince charming, or just there because their mom sent them.

This brought a thought to my mind, what if I put myself in his place? would I get the same attention? Would I want to go in front of millions on tv and expose all my secrets to the world? why would anyone want to do that? I am sure this same guy can get women outside the show, so it must be a publicity stunt.

My nose is not on fire anymore, thank god, but I do sneeze more than often, I guess I have some sort of allergy. I wonder what would happen once I go back, if I get sick from another virus there. Inshallah not, then again, why not, who likes to work anyways?

Small note: I miss reading mamafusla's blog, I hope she comes back again.

The end is near

I am almost done with my vacation period, I should be shipped out from here next week. I have been relaxing and it has worked well. Met some old and new people, been to new places, old places, and observed changes, which are not as drastic as some would claim.

My nose is on fire, my nose is on fire, my nose is on fire, my nose is on fire.

One thing I hate, which is nothing new, is when people do not contact you back, and when they do, they all do it same time. Why is it that people cannot plan and stick to a certain time plan? Am I supposed to "mind read" everyone's mind and know they want to go out, spend time, etc.,with me on that exact moment. Sometimes it is possible, but on other times, it just does not work. So people, if you ever want to meet someone, call in advance, and I do not mean 10 minutes before.

I saw this nice Thunderbird the other day, all black, wow!!! I want one, for sure I want one!!!

I am in the mood for Chinese tonight, I have to decide if I should do take-out or eat out, have to think about that one, depends on company.

Women Summary

I am feeling better now, took my share of antibiotics, juice, hot milk and sweated like a pig yesterday.

I promised a summary on the post about women, and here it is. I found out that most have responded with long lists of what they want, which I think is hard to find in one man. Shosho had the best response which is accepting the person as who they are. I like that because that is how see things for myself, although the post was not about me. I am willing to make a few adjustments, but not major ones, and will not change my ways just to please a life partner (have to think about this concept first, especially the sex at 60 part :P). A few of you also mentioned person acceptance in their long lists, but it was not as emphasized as with shosho.

Many of you want men they can depend on, who can understand you without mentioning a word, just by looking in your eyes, he would know what you feel. A man who is sensual, yet strong, someone who has the power to melt your hearts as well as bond with your soul, has the intellect to know what to say, when to say it and where to say it to you.

While reading your responses, I noticed that some of you want too many things from a man. Is it realistic to expect that much in one person? or are some of you blinded by what you see in your own family, say for example father, or uncle, or even sister's husband? Does that influence how you view men?

OK to make it a short post I should stop here.