"...And Another Thing"

I was at Court yesterday for Jury selection. This brought certain matters to mind. Justice, and Law very rarely meet.  Both are multifaceted, and usually contradict. 

One the arbitrary rules of civilization built up over generations. The other our sense of instinctive rightness. Which is intuitive, and eternal. 
In it's more extreme circumstances matter, and anti-matter.

This has an inevitable reaction when they meet.

On a related matter.

I have noticed that above a certain level of complexity inutility does not apply. This runs counter to what the universe as we so far know it seems to dictate.

Which is of course "...simplicity within complexity."

I imagine research continues.

"Two Tone"

Say what you want about western planet killing consumerism 

of the 20th century. It made some cool stuff.

The 1952 two tone Plymouth exhibit bleeping "A!"

A pal saw this in a driveway, and posted it.

The beauty's for sale too!

Were I weren't destitute in my golden retirement nightmare.

I'd snap this up, and drive it to hell'n back.

It's the little things that makes life bearable.

"Guilty!!!"

On this grey chilly May Day I went for Jury Duty. The Brooklyn downtown Supreme Court Building. No personal photos they took my camera while I was there. Met a bunch of nice folks.

It was like getting drafted. You meet the whole cross section.

I saw a guy,...one out of over 100 in my group with a MAGA red cap...a Trump hat. He was just a guy no one noticed,...it's New York. I could have come in my Civil War Uniform no one would've blinked.

There was a "pony show" where they explained our rule of law how it applied. The nature of our sort of democracy,...such as it is. Mostly we just sat, and waited.

It was a bit anti-climatic for me.
In the approval interview I was excused for medical reasons. Apparently health matters more now. Before if you were breathing you were in. My recent surgeries, and ongoing conditions were an issue.

So no Perry Mason event. I think this is my last call.
I may be too old in the next round-up. We'll see.

"Nothing Makes Sense"

"Nothing,....nothing makes sense"

See new CEO of Amazon above.

I understand an empty can of Pepsi was elected Senator 

in a special election in West Virginia.

Newly reveled notes by the late Carl Sagan

sez he believed the Moon

was made of Green Cheese.

With candy sprinkles.

"Empire"

There above the Imperial United States of America at it's height! I was there I saw it I lived it. The was justice there was hope there were miracles we were going to the stars everyone prospered.

Well most everyone.

Nothing like it had happened before nor will ever happen again. This is why the myth of those times has such power. This is why our culture has spread all over the world. 

The Glory of Empire.

It happend I saw it I was there!

We didn't have to force it on the world, like the Romans Brits Chinese or fucking French. They took it ran with it they fucking wanted it still do. 

Even though our greatness is gone never to return. 

Our cities now rot our children hungry prisons full water poisoned.
Yet we are the greatest Myth of all human history. 10,000 years from now our tales will still be told, and the truth of our existence wondered at as we wonder of Atlantis.

Our last Emperor is an illiterate disturbed buffoon.

This is the proof of our end. So it was with every other empire. Yet they will still sing Doo-wop a thousand years from now.

"...times"

As you may notice I'm regressing.

It might be my inner clock knows it's running out.

Whatever I'm actively dreaming remembering the very early parts of my life. Much was fucked up. Whose ain't?

However there were moments sprinkled through those years that were sweet. I actually had moments of being happy, and safe.

If you have kids or have contacts with any. Give them good memories. These will be a comfort in them years to come.

Golden Records.

Well they came a several colors, but Boomers mostly remember the Gold/or Yellow ones. I sure do. I remember playing 

"The March of the Wooden Soldiers"

Till my Ma took it away,...pissed her off.

Now I get it. She was looking after us all in less than gleeful circumstances, and that damned record was driving her crazy.

At the time it freaked me out,...it's only a record.

Now I know, and forgive her.

Life is complex.

Anyhow these came back to mind.

Being an engineer in the making I screwed open my Mickey Mouse record player to see how it worked.

I put it back together before anyone saw.

It was wild in there.

19th/20th century hybrid tech.

This was 1956 remember.

The 19th century was as close to us then 

as the 1960s are to us today. 

My life, and times such as they were.

Yours too.

"Taxi"