The psychology of simplest living, via my stories of many years truly simplest living. Real ones - not earnest or pious.
Ten years a landloper. Time to tell those tales, too.
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(from days gone yore ...when folk could listen do the opposite a very wise sort of parable... it worked when i listened and tried it for myself..
soon)
thisjuly
i still cant remeber if it shows date i hope so...diaries matter.
they don't "care" any more cos they spent the 'security' cash on hpow they ..look...
Righty ho this July but i had a few two julies ago
of course they are so "community"
very very all-in-it-together
at the "community" sales event
monthly
i hope this wont upset anyone
cos i havent even started yet.
Anyway back to "community" 'space' heres a new one apparently for all the very very hurt damaged disabled
Funny that ... ehhm most are surely going to be on a pretty small beer monthly state handout
Yet all we saw was overpriced very pricey lousy ... what exactly?
Right to real business now - soon...
soon
ohh yes now i never goin' back...
of course a certain 'class' of poor downtrodden peeps are exempt from anyone even noticing the same pile of plastic left at least 2 years - i have the earliers elsewhere soon...
indeed obviously 4 or 5....right next to the very eroding swirly seas... so the plastic can be microd into a bit of extra special flavour for the 'local' fish suppers..
(this pic July)
but nobody ever says a word...
Guess too busy off to the shops looking for their proxies
my my i never saw such virtue signalling everywhere...
ok now..later
And the best parable of all i sort of put in my camera a week ago..i went back especially to do just that.
There is still one last " i MUST stop making material" bit to make.
The one fine Yank Mister Theroux senior said the day after nine eleven " best wait a decade before opening gob... when biggish events happen"
It took me a month - three weeks in fact.
Advanced notice was put up on the private page.
It's good.
One particular very dull book written by an actual "fake" (being yes it depends what you are confused about... and false victimhood in a land of false victimhood really is the worst of all especially when it really really is made up..)
... well i have realised it should bet the Booker for truly USEFUL Books in fact maybe the most useful, ever..or certainly of this century.
And as a utilitarian - nothing wrong with that despite every smartarse "smart thinking" shelf browser at Waterstones looking for his latest dose of Burkeman or some or other Buddhist lite saying nothing of any substance...seeming to think its some kind of fascist hatecrime, when most good for most peeps i think is a good place to start from, THE real 'good' in it ...
will be missed.
Not by me.....
And all photos just quickest first grab of many that need sorting and THAT takes so much longer witha plug...
I don't have.
In fact probably don't even have the winter
So i must "articulate!" ...pull my socks up even if environmentalists know you dont need yet another unnecessary item of clothing to pollute the rivers with..
and have known 40 years...
And say it just right...no take 2
tomorrow
Yes her book (no its by THEM - its Missogenist not to have said that)
really is such a gift ...
Even hatesville surely might have taken in just one lesson: pants down... maybe one day.. so keep it truthful...accurate...
But that's not the lesson.
There's a far far far more utilitarian aspect to a rather successful tug at one million sellin' lass's knicker elatstic...
Righty ho this has been in my drafts a little while.
Maybe six or seven years ago i listened in to some academics of the good old C2 stuff. Sorting people for the sales folks. Who is what class?
And it was in fact quite a good listen (maybe i can find the ref i am very methodical and on the same mission for many years)
oops wrong pic - the below one, you have no idea how messed up my process is an actual Struggle unlike the REAL "FAKE" Norwegian's struggle merely cos the Dolly Birds of Radio 4 get all sweaty where it matters, just seeing his pic...
never mind interviewing him, where they always talk about, nothing..
All 3500 pages of nothing.
But struggling for some decades was to get here:
" i bet she chucked hers in the river.."
which is a splendid book, unusual for a YAnk, where one learns there is no "evil" and not really even goodies and baddies, with obvious limits, as all guns are bad and can cause someone to get hurt... are only good, or only bad...
and the 'baddies' have hearts too...
in fact its often a lot more complex...
(unusually superb film of it by the way - didnt ruin it at all in fact maybe added to it in certain ways)
Anyway back to that lovely visit, yes... well theres more to even that tale than i told..
One little matter the 30ish year old curator was offered for herself my large library...because she had at least read some Cusk...and intelligently riffed upon probably the only half decent so called English writer of this century.
But celebration!
When one pops back in passing tghis July and is so esteemed one is up for telling the truth to the most dangerous creature in the world, a well esteemed English 55ish year old... (as one could tell by her posture)
" god i simply cannot believe what drivel...self pitying confected saccharine and fake vulnerability all of British literature has become at least the last twenty years... wheres the foreign bird section, please"
"SIR! ... you MISSspoke... at least from the turn of the century..."
But of course try sharing the actual words of the actual bookloving finest real woman in the whole land... with some younger version of bookloving woman... and you are taken to be somehow insulting absolutelly all of what THEY know indeed more than microagressing massive attacking... them personally
And i am very good at esteeming young women ... who rightly deserve all the esteem assistance one can supply
as someone saw...
Anyway this class business. So i heard the C2 wonks speaking along the lines of "its changed... really its not any more about whether you buy the 5 grand superplate or maybe even 10... or make do with merely posing in some Sepotenber the first marque... stuff ...where you can afford to holiday... and which bit of the train you sit on really almost all merged into one long dreary escalator... what actually delineates the classes now is... the few elite upper ones who still read good books sometimes.... to even us marketeers we know they alone still have genuinely good minds...always...without a doubt the 21st C upper class.... the rest.. just suckers for whatever we brainwash them into thinking they are..."
But that's not what i meant..
There is another more subtle class distinction... thattoo...
now, soctrates rather famously never jotted a word down - or one that
ended up etched in stone, or whatever 'communication' media or device was trendy in his
day.
And even if it is all "fake" that so called bible, did rather have a way ofr putting stories in your head that still work..
Even if the users of it seem to have forgotten them, such as Samaritan's letting you use their addresses as a one off. And my my there's some confusion on 'an eye for an eye' ...
...now even if an afterthought, this bit of fluff (that's real 'expression' - writing or otherwise sharing things in a format so staid and unwriterly never mind seemingly insane ...as i know why one must at least try.. despite quite certainly bein' perceived as the worst jotter in history ) in this piece here will take some time to build up and talk about conditions being even harder than lasterwinter...
Even if it's not here yet but monsoons are and thus i had planned the day to be fully charged up and off we go... try and entertain my ten fold readership of the last few months,, w2ho won't 'get' anything unless they start at the beginning two and a half years ago...and even then it's just a briefest first draft of the only adventure that matters ... and much imagery is yet to evfen get into the sequence
But i do have at last the most important of lasteryear..
That alone took an hour to locate. Despite very fine organisational skills. One has had rather a lot of garden pathing ongoing...
Indeed good job i remebered that, thing is all these tropes or old wives tales or cliche or whatever silly Super Mario fan who cannot stop and ponder the nuance of his so called mother tongue.. uses as an effete shortcut notion to stop actual communication...
Anyway I believe in change. And sometimes out of the blue you encounter real change. I mean actual change. I know it when it's there tapping away in my ear...
But so much brainwashing about what writing even 'is'... when in fact all you need is a simple parable or two -
even if the best ones were probablly bagged a ncouple of thousand years ago..
Still you never know. After all they knew all the wrong stuff..
and many a load of rubbish ended up in some old wives tale.
(my ohh my THE sequence i forgot the famous ferret film... the rats actually getting in to their cage deliberately to 'liberate' their food. All the unesteemed old wives for centuries would sell ferret poo specifically to keep the rats away.... it was a cast iron rule of nature: rats can't be in the same 'space' as ferrets, ever)
Anyway unesteemed folk seem to resort to such repetitive yesterday words
when anyone can infact mock up a good parable.
Even me.
but this needs gracefully weaving with a bit of a timeline and just a few subtle hinty jokes.
They come later.
Later
But yet another whole day and even my hard won cash spent on... failing to get anything sane up here
yet.
deliberately starting off in THE quietest dawn place
then moving along the territory for the last day, but darnit, inverse happenstance, no signal today, when past days it was just fine...
But i had to go there anyway.
The parable, even if in dreaded stilted format as only landloping do more bouncy words come
And i give up, that.
A posession is mislaid.
By me.
And that shows one is just out of balance a little, so one should work on getting that all nice and spinning top smoothe and not wobbly.
So that's good!
And even better to retrieve it and discover someone who really SHOULD be friendly only scowls icily.
Indeed there is the whole damn thing (15 years of these snakeoil supermarket owners) in that one moment.
Anyway what lost found rahh rahh
But just a few days ago wandering by somewhere a without a doubt lost property replacement?
But i don't need a replacement..
i like that one recent memory associated with said item.
But that cheeky happenstance rita maybe was one step ahead.
The morrow it just .. rot through.
But still, what i 'needed' wasn't quite what i would have wished...
thats kindof not the 'deal'. you never get exactly what you think is the solution...
not very good first draft of a pattern i have indeed noticed in life..
but how embarassing so many technical gremlins and glitches and nothing working any more, reliably...as if some 'force' has come and reset my bleedin' frequencies ..i mean its just a simplest little cheap HP laptop but no talk about beinga fountain of fabulously new glitches that were never known to man..
I cannot present anything with any aplomb... just when i need to. I think... i bet....
In fact what's far worse than the worst poetry, is not being able to also live poetically..
What the ferk does that mean?
Well, me... Every morning up at sixish...and ponderingn for several hours what to make of it...all of it.
Except 'all' is far too much.
And that's what poetry is perraps for....
Even if entirely innadequate
But one image i still felt I needed.
(for certain one warning that cannot be heeded)
Turning on the little wireless a few days ago,
I didn't know
Because Modern Times is about filtering out the same old vulagarity
If within it is not one electron of humanity.
Off the artifice of unintelligable innanity:
New UK registration plates are released twice a year, on March 1st and September 1st. The March release uses the last two digits of the current year (e.g., '25' for 2025), while the September release adds 50 to the year's digits (e.g., '75' for 2025).
" woe is us September the first is the big day for sales so peeps have shiny new look at my new motor, plates... "
In fact wandering past the place of vulgar look-at-me plates, a whimsical thought occurred: pity the poorer plate person, parked next too the ten grand who would broadcast that you can only afford the 3500TTIME
made up dont know if that one exists but i have never seen so many Transporters emblazened with T this that and the other. Which is precisely the opposite ethos of what was once live-in-vehicle life...
Now..i don't moan.
(especially with that one in the bag)
But i do know what keeps one fairly consistent and at peace. No matter what.
Righty ho, with all these new readers, from god knows where...
as i haven't spread the story anywhere
it's as if you have magically divined some ...
impossibility
Positively
It doesn't make the smallest jot of difference to my life.
Only one person needs a story
And it must be shown with grace and what really matters.
It's the complete "uniqueness" of only two pweople.
The context all around,
One saw and did understand.
Or maybe doesn't understand.
But at least saw and sometimes fumed.
Fuming needs to be used to warm the future
As there is only telling a truthful version of the past.
When you get to this fine age.
Anyway ehh i always getb distracted by nothing - not enough in the laptop battery.
Even this weekend when i had planned to shepherd the electrons (such a good word picture i was given on how they flow) so i had enough here and nnow to get to work on this then.
but saying what 'it' may be, really is unreasonably not so good
Some things get left in place just in case
ok last time at this atch ever ... too many 'nature' performers when nobody actually just sits and mergolates in it
Always ...early at dawn. I am constant, always.
That's the only point of it I know.
And then of course one learns never to use nonwords like "evil" which are always unreasonable as we all have our 'reasons' or at least reactions, unless one nature-ponders rather a lot, and then realise that it's all a game of sticks and stones or walk away or walk back... thats all there is.
the little piece of cardboard was born innocently ... hopefully recycled from an actual book
(i think my photos haver dates on them - about 25 aug... i never bother with production values ....simple is all that matters but i too do like diaries and accuracy ..the sequence matters )
oops not only "hurt" but a small inconsistency here in that THE number one fidgetting movement ascertained this region, is that absolutely nobody except for me Mr Plain can be seen in public without some tshirt 'saying' something..
It is truly horrid.
The most horrid of all the joggers stealing our Path
so desperate for someone to notice they went jogging in some past run a year or decade ago "4.5km Seol Marathon" or somesuch showff nonsense i had no idea
Jusat how ugly
And needy
For attention.
I only have one item that isn't plain and is on board merely as a sort of confront the pain thing, head on
I did.
Now..i could sell all the locations to all and sundry
I have never paid even a car park penny
(ohh paradise the National Trust spend so much on endless clean new uniforms and unnecessary strimming this year they havent had ANY patrols ANYwhere kicking out overnighters...)
But nothing is for sale ever..it must be shared...
period
or not.
But i generally do keep to my words... yes there was a reverse Odyssey... and it was necessary, and good.
And now... there is a sequence. That is in my notebook.
Starts in March. Maybe one day i shall get to it properly...
All i know is that REAL 'nature' ... bees and things and flowers...this year really was the best ever. But writing about it in dull earnest 'nature' books, never was any 'remedy' or 'cure' ... nor can it be put fully into words. At least some pictures are needed, too. But it is rather hard to even picture the smiley satisfaction and inner peace of just having so few clothing items to handwash every few weeks... and knowing you aren't the only one who can live simply in that
So said Mister. and i bet Mrstoo in collaboration, Shakespeare
At least i have enough of this to last until the winter... liberated, still makes me smile...
And we live and learn.
Learning, really... habits. Zen. Always.
bcause you never know when change comes, and your fairly reliable last external keyboard
becomes a ghost, given up, too
So the spare must be brought into action
(HP SO SO awful that their keyboards may as well be made of "fake" material, in one so called Pathbook.)
But the little black wireless plug in will be loost so like my handscythe with a strip of brighter tape on it if left in the longgrass
think, methodically find a solution - make it harder to lose
or forget
Just as the headphone jack.
Hmmm
Being "evil" means one is not able to stop and think and do the odd fix...
But the one thing i know in life above all is that nothing ever gets fixed via these things. Ever..it seems a law of electromagntic force - the magnets get
turned around
and the quantum entanglement becomes opposite
and it all gets rather repelling
Always.
Now, i cannot 'write'.
And doing so is an act of self harm.
Merely to show - let go.... even when one is so rediculously compromised - meaning having to change keyboard, figure if this input is broken or intermittent
almost always limited battery
anything one may jot is turgid, dry, dead, and often full of typos
nevertheless just do it...
if someone can think "theyre killing them softly" they are an intelligent critic. With word skills. You are either them, or not..
And anyway if i were writing something about books - reviewing them, or reading reviews, THE one suposed 'compliment' i would use as a red flag or even red umberella...
(time for a change, not "liberated" nerely found.... )
is "so beautifully written..".
That means they tried too hard. And if you have to try you haven't lived anything worth writing about. If you have, you just do.
Especially if you believe in story.
Or them Rita moments
But are wise enough to know (provisionally as nothing really is especially with the Tolle-Eisenstein modern day version of the so so yummy Alan Watts with his so "divine"
every other word.
All an excuse for DOing nothing.
Like humourously suggesting to peeps here and now they may not need as much clothing.
Or sunshine has many properties we have yet to understand, all good, as they are colocated with the ESS.. we literally are part sunshine. WE evolved (ESS) in sunshine. Ask a hobo who has had a tough cold damp winter hiding in a cave what he wants in February nor March.... and assuming he can also manage a bit of cockle 'foraging' (my ohh my it continues ) the ACTUAL 'medicine' she knows always works is finding a cleft in the rock... South facing.
But all i have learned in life is the very very dull matter that 'political' points - all being political, all "fake" nonsense about the sun being a baddie more than goodie, mere politics (essay elsewhere i hope it is read but i only link if asked to)
That was a good collaboration actually as the 'class' issue of incomming, is never spoken of and as Tommy has sure scared 'them' off already, a new generation maybe not so Raj-suckup, may not override the terrible culture in the so called 'healing' 'spaces' ...
Anyway i cannot write anything nicely due no base with QUIET and a non game-playing ecosystem around me...
So be it.
But i do know one thing for sure. A WORTHWHILE story.... not confected, Bristol ratings included....
It was always the same "purpose" ..i don't think anyone can listen to the clear statement three years ago " ehh if even this lot [ around The Marches] cannot any of them follow through with their so thrilled to hear of the woman's great initiative on the river Wye, statements they will malso join in and set one up around their smaller MArches river...
one schismed then.
No point.
Except to ponder more engaging ways to roll out the same old message and that ius all i have been up to this last year...
but you act as if the obviously mutually benefitial obviously "good" thing (having given it the Land of The Blind assessment for hidden tyrnanny, the Greens always too quick to say ANYthing tpo please their one friend, aren't able to think about
as they were so busy fretting and fidgeting over...
(Gonzo advertising is - well it was going to be with the private schoolgirloldthing.. PURE advertising where you tell a truly sincere, not "fake" victimisation, tale or two of why a product passes the very highest bar: have almost no products or material needs, and if one must have the odd one my my they must shine brightly without any fake soapsuds ...in fact Perrin's Grott an even better model: not to even tell the supplier their ace product is being featured )
this post to be improved, added to, one day...
was going to be today but
bless them... Yannis once sane and an ok communicator and his 'post' newwords blaming others..
Mason always mister word salad
And what i knew, then... schisming from ever again bothering to have my time wasted near three years ago now..
just find a few gtood writers.
I did. At last...just one.
As you must not merely blame the pill makers... that's infantilising everyone. Including the dispensers.
newbit1
to be built up soon ...maybe
all my equipment is so dicky its daft
and i rightly declined the offered eighty quidder
Its not me who must find their voice.
now.... a thesis needs to be built up...
even if it is merely the far better way of commuicating: story.
A story of simplicity.
Making do with so little, quite content with almost nothing. And enjoying new smells.
I did.
now..."hurt" is.... for4 getting over. And everything even the most poignant of unused or once used articles of clothing have a rightful new user..
And that's the answer to it.
Righty ho...nobody is perfect a series of these.
But i "remeber and i smile.."
Anyway for now... i do know when one is on the right track.
Even if words have consequences so one mustnt tarr someone with any brush too directly, anyway theyre ALL - or 99.999% the same...
obsessed with the most showoff toppings...of course that have super 'health' and even "medicinal" properties. And take such a lot of time to make from scratch...
And then all that worrying about breathing...and making a living from that....
why they never have enough time to actually stick up for the 'nature' they waffle on about endlessly
cant rember if this is here already "the hottest summer on record" rightly blurred into only ...twas as if it was one long fine day.
Anyway of course the 'nature' lovers are exempt from all 'stuff' rules - minimising it... and no mollecules will fizz off any of this that would best be kept out of the 'wild' swimming places
and everything is sacred always even in druggietown central nope its all sacred in fact as always the perfect "we were on a spiritual pilgremage..." to but more unnecessary plastic no doubt
As only one finest woman i ever heard deride
worth two
i certainly would never be seen dead alongside anyone who crosses that line, ever again
Not that i ever waws, as i always knew myself
And what is egomaniacal waste
***
Righty ho, 'nature writing' more 'nature' books these days than people in it
or looking after it
which isn't fun
In fact i have ten years of occasional arthouse films about the complete and utter wonkiness in many of the so called protectors.
Which isn't fun to collate when every Oracle girl has brainwashed them all to get onto the next 'frequency' when this one is buggering up the butterfly's chances on this one, now.
or putting people off the ONE group of people who one always knew had honour "them walkers.."
oh just to remind me of the joke line the woman used about how "they" go down to the shore feeling all discombobulated, collect a pebble or a shell and all of a sudden feel lovely
Methinks its a bit more complicated than that.
And hard work...
indeed keeping hold of every little bit of plastic just in case theres no way it can be reused
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