Quickened Sickened

via Daily Prompt: Quicken

Back in the days of irrational exuberance and before all your Spondulix was online and downloadable; Intuit came along with a little ditty called Quicken. Since we were young and the internets were dumb much of the accounts, spending, and bills required data entry rather than syncing with obtuse and arcane file formats from various financial institutions. Cash transactions required a receipt.

Oh Boy!

But since the household was hemorrhaging money, as all good job creating consumer households should, it was necessary to spend Saturday mornings trying to balance and track what was going where and why. It became clear that the only thing quick about this process was how it quickened the ex out the door weekend mornings due to the inevitable discovery of numerous and unmentioned charges that would miraculously appear on the snail mailed paper statements.

Recriminations and many a ruined weekend followed.

At the time the only thing Quicken quickened was a trip to divorce court and understanding of the quick bunny trail to financial ruin.

Now that everyone across the globe can pick your pocket with nary a reach around or how do you do, Quicken has fulfilled the catchy name’s promise.

But the question still remains. “Do you have a receipt for that?”

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Things I Don’t Know

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Things I do know:

I know I remember getting an annual physical where the provider would listen to my heart, look down my throat, in my ears, and in my eyes. Instead I get the back of a head looking at a list of things on a computer that have been prescribed for me to swallow; with out ever listening to my heart, looking down my throat, in my ears, and in my eyes by their predecessor a year ago who has now moved on to greener pastures

This all after a gruff and unceremonious greeting of, “Why are you here.”

No concern for what concerns me but a strange obsession about one thing that has to do with:

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That being, why haven’t I gone and gotten a camera up my keyster as the predecessor had referred me to do.

I know. I know. Research shows that research is right about doing this at a certain age. Never mind there are not now, nor ever been any issues for me while taking a:

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But as a layman I am comfortable in the knowledge that on the whole most of us know:

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While those that are sure that they know all there is to know about a thing with out listening to the heart, looking down the throat, in the ears, and in the eyes truly do know:

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Just One Should Suffice

So many expectations . Such little time.  The whole world is blustering with great expectations. Perhaps one of the most pernicious is what I expect is the same that you expect. All tidily wrapped up in that ancient pearl, “Do Unto Others As You Would Have Them Do unto You.”

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The seekers friend can expound ad nauseum on different cultures and different takes, but it all boils down to expectation.

One of my faves is:

  • “Never impose on others what you would not choose for yourself.” — Confucius[15](c. 500 BC)

I expect you to remember that.

I like this because it does not expect you to know and to do unto me what I want done unto me. If I want something I will ask. As my mother would so eloquently state, “I am not a mind reader.” But if I did ask for something she would quickly append that with, ” How can you ask for more than you are already getting, cause that is all you are getting and there ain’t no more. Selfish selfish child. Now go play in traffic and don’t come back until the street lights are on ( an ambiguous and inaccurate way to tell time in an urban setting at best) and not a minute later.” But she had her expectations too. The ones a child spends a lifetime learning about the hard way.

Well so much for my childhood scars. Not a path I expected to divert down in the posting.

Now to Confy. I guess since there are some wacky people out there who like to have some wacky things done to them I expect some clear communication between all participating parties with no fear of hurt feelings, reprimands, and or death sentences imposed for a mere suggestion of and communication of said wackiness. “Good luck with that.” Even if Confy didn’t say that I just did.

I close with a wise saying from the only POTUS never to be POTUS taken from his book of wise sayings:

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Laws of Refraction

There are things to discover all around us at all times. Discovery just has to find us looking.

It’s a variation on a theme I had someone read to me out of a  self help tome.  Written by someone about how to succeed, which had alluded them until they had written said tome and sold it to the hoi polloi for a buck three eighty a pop.

Perhaps it was in that book about the importance of a getting a good nights sleep that my helpful self help reader stayed up all night reading. Or perhaps it was in one of the many multitude of treatises about the laws of attraction. Although I surmise the laws of refraction may be more apropos and accurate.

So as we prepare to move forward into misty realm of magical thinking, I hope all will discover peace, harmony, and comfort over this Christmas season within themselves others.

 

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I Percolate

I’ve been a percolator all my days

Vast amounts of earthbound gasses have percolated through me. Geysers of matter in liquid form and it’s various components have been through the process as well. Every move I make has my many atoms percolating through other atoms on the of surface this rock we call home. While many particles bounce right off, because I am relatively dense, I have retained some of the atoms I have percolated and transformed them through my amazing secret percolation process.

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 I have heard tell there are subatomic bits so small that they pass through the space between my various and sundry atomic quarks and quirks so apparently I am not as dense as I appear.

I am glad this rock we inhabit is as dense or more than me so I can stay above ground for the time being. I also appreciate the people who are as dense or denser than me on this chunk of cosmic debris we call earth or I would indeed be a lonely little percolator short and stout. Except when we run into each other.  I do not want to break my handle or my spout.

So watch it!

So here I sit percolating away leaving you with this thought.

Et dimanare, ergo sum.

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Here is an unsolicited endorsement for a nice local joint

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http://www.perkolatorcoffee.com/

Cool logo they’ve got there and the coffee is good too.

I am certain owners would disavow any knowledge of my bogging activities here if they were aware of said activities.

I’ll have to tell them sometime.

Things To Go Up In

As opposed to things to go down in.  Like flames. Is one perishing vehicle preferable to another?

Can you have one without the other?  I have had things go down in flame. Projects. Ideas. Relationships. Businesses. So those goals, plans, intimacy, and money all went up in you know what.

I used to smoke. Then I decided that inhaling that stuff from leaves and whatnot going up in flames was a pretty pointless enterprise and sent much of my liquid capital you know where. So I stopped. Flames may be a little dramatic in a description of the mechanics of a cigarette since the result was mostly glowing embers after an initial flame. Did I mention relationships. Same script many of those follow.

Then there are fun things to go up in. Balloons. Elevators. Planes. Rockets.

Did somebody say rock it?

 

 

So where there are flames is there always that semi transparent to viscous, sometimes oily dark and visible, depending on the material being transformed into something different but the same, marked by it’s essence wafting into the atmosphere? Or can something just flame out of existence without leaving a trace?

Common sense tells us the inverse. Where there is smoke there is fire. But common sense has been wrong many times before. I need to take my quandary to a higher authority than mere common sense.

I will have to quiz Smokey The Bear next time I am wandering in the woods.

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Smoke ’em if you got ’em