A Li'l Definition for those Computer File Names

www.what-is-exe.com

This is a link to a great site defining all those annoying file names you sometimes see on Windows. You can look up the definition of .dll or .exe and many others.

COCKPIT VIEWS GALORE!

CHECK IT OUT: SPECTACULAR SHOTS FROM AEROPLANE COCKPITS. DO LOOK!

It just goes to show how beautiful the world can be given or taking the chance to see the world from a different perspective. I'll try and look at things from a new perspective, a new angle today!

http://www.canadabizmart.com/bootstrapper/collection/spectacular-cockpit-photos/

Oh yeah Veeerwhoop!

Oh Yeah!!! I started this here blog with the question: where are the mirrors in the Universe? And here it is: http://apod.nasa.gov/apod/ap080625.htm. Wow. I had a feeling this idea was correct because even in ponds we see "mirrors". Your eyes are mirrors. In a sense the mind is a kind of mirror.

K1 and me have always been fascinated by mirrors. I am in a sense a mirror of him and he unwittingly is mirrored by me or is it he mirrors me. I think the latter is better. Go to the above link. It's fascinating.

Where have I been? Oh well, don't ask. It's big thinks. Keep thinking.

Big Thinks

Hi All

Big thinks denotes profound thoughts as opposed to little thinks which are commonplace, mundane, quotidian. These two stock opinion phrases are spoken by a hybrid half-Ape half-Human character in HG WELLS' great novel THE ISLAND OF DOCTOR MOREAU. Currently there is a Jeanne Moreau season at the bfi. Please check it out if you are a fan of hers.

Back to the prophetic Wells. He shows us in this short and astonishing work hybrid creatures: sub-humans who nauseate the central character Pendrick by their almost human-likeness and yet their animalness. Being neither, they have no beauty. They are grotesque and this is my fear for science. We are learning of the beautiful symmetries that underpin the building blocks of reality at the same time as fiddling with the biological foundations and structures of what makes us, I mean you, human. A great addition to this debate in fictional form is Michael Crichton's NEXT. Here we have a humanzee called Davey who doesn't quite reach human intelligence but who has great physical prowess. Next is a compelling read; it alerts the reader to much ugly rapaciousness in the area of genetic research. Ultimately, however, it fails to fully deliver, perhaps imagination-wise, on the severe consequences we could all face as a result of such unbridled and money fueled experimentation.

Anyway I want to leave you with a great picture - you can click on it to go to its original resting site - and apologies if any copyright is being infringed. The illustrator's imagination here must be praised.

Reading into it the Bush Administration has been funding terrorism, alarmingly

George W. Bush's war on terror has indadvertently allowed terror groups to get their hands on billions of dollars while weakening Iraqi security resources. Go to this link and do some sums. LINK

PHYSICS IN CRISIS

rEMEBER WHEN i SPOKE of natural mirrors like still lakes in the Universe? Physics is now in crisis because of dark matter. Why is everything going wrong? :}http://www.nytimes.com/2008/06/03/science/03dark.html?_r=2&ref=science&oref=slogin&oref=slogin

I have an aeroplane theme

Hi Everynobody, I've added this because it's in the spirit of my origins. I am Squorch747 and I have an aeroplane theme. 

KOW-LOON AEROPLANES

This is an excellent graffiti because it uses many common symbols. However, it does not use the 'M' of McDonalds though that may be intentional.

On a hypothetical level I want to link this graffiti, which I spotted opposite the entrance of Westminster Cathedral, to the coming recession and the rise in rice prices.

Let's just admit that Blair and Bush are GUILTY. GUILTY, guilty, guilty. The war in Iraq may come to be seen as the catalyst that began the West's decline into a darker poorer age. China and Russia were the beneficiaries.

I have been reading The Prince by Machiavelli. In the first few pages he says: Do not occupy a state. It is a disaster. Durhh!!! Did the strategists in the US read that book. Probably. Did it sink in? You tell me. I had George W. Bush down as a nice man. And he was. See him now. He has a corrupt air about him now. He's going down in history as a twit. And what about Condeleeza Rice? Well at least she tried to oppose the biggest greediest idiot in modern history: Dick Cheyney. Unless he repents he will probably burn in the fires of hell.  Is that too harsh. Sorry if it is. 

What On Earth

What's This? Why is it sideways? Is it the BatCave?

No. It's Montserrat, the location of the discovery in 880ad of the image of the Virgin of Montserrat. I couldn't rotate it. And anyway if you're into images you'll know how useful seeing things from alternative perspectives is.Nerh.

HarliquinComeToMyAid

I believe this painting by Miro is one of K1's favourites. It has inspired him often. For me I relate to the mustachioed character to whom our eyes are first drawn. I do feel "he" inspired Zebedee of The Magic Roundabout.

In this painting he seems ill at ease and like the Laughing Cavalier his emotional expression is determined by his mustache. The Laughing Cavalier, as is well known, does not laugh or even smile but his mustache does and so the viewer is "tricked" into perceiving a smile of jollity; the cavalier's twinkling eyes abet this effect. Here our hero, sorry my hero, is ill at ease, in a quandry, discombobulated, and this is as a result of the down turned left (red) eye firstly and then the mustache. So I'm wrong to place such emphasis on the mustache. Sorry. But it's not insignificant.

It is amazing what a/the mustache can do. I might grow one soon. I'll keep you posted. Further analysis of this painting will be made and to all of the two readers of this blob out there, your comments are most welcome sans the cobbler of Barnes.Grrrr!

These two films share a similar sensibility in their approach to childhood. Narratives about childhood, whether by Marcel Proust or by the two directors of The Approach of Autumn and The White Balloon, test us as adults.Memories of childhood are rich and we relate to the world of children with, if you will, a suspension of adultness. Or rather we shift perspectives more readily than when our protagonists are adults only.

Both films deal with the vulnerability that is possibly childhood's core; the need for children to find care and love. Both films end on a similar note, a sad note, a sense that the children have been betrayed by the selfish and apathetic world created by adults.

Wh-movement

time to move with the questions
they flow from the heart to the mouth you know
and out into the cobwebs of communicating
dust they get dusted knuckle-dusted too

questions are reality in action
our habitations alter without cease
the chief of this region is the sun
and its puppets the planets it whips around

i'm hungry
where can i get food?
the organ is not spirit
and the spirit too
may need questions
to clarify the position its in
when
it loses its body
oh shit
where's my body
oh shit it's down there
oh shit i must be dead

did i ask enough questions
i'm still asking them
oh shit
how's that?

By Jove 'Tis Been A While

Back with a videoengeance

A gr8 site to the power of 10

If you go to this site be a bit patient then click on the plus (+) or minus (-) signs and see that the Universe from its microness to its macroness is shown in Tenths. So we start with the smallest particles Higgs Boson and end with a picture of the visible Universe.

What lies beyond the visible Universe: the Puppet Masters of the Universe?

http://www.wordwizz.com/pages/10exp-18.htm

Economic Woe?

Is this what will happen if the economy goes belly shnup?

Commentators out there have been woaning but you know I warned you all earlier in the year that all the computer maths business doings was going to have reverb. It happened with the sub-prhyme mortgage problem in the US which might be facing its greatest challenge since the 1930's. Bush fans or no your President or was it Cheyney took their eye of f the ball and rushed into a war that has cost us all too much.

The Guests-Bah!!!!

Please all you fans out there check something K1 did. He didn't put me in this film http://www.youtube.com/robohope

The Guests is the film he didn't put me in. I can't believe it.

Introducing

Introducing Jerry Soundhedhi I'm Jerry Soundhed and I 'm going to have my new show podcasted someday. But given how slow Mr Squorch is (think Elvistein) I'll probably never get off the graphite.

NOT ICONIC

The Fall of the Rebel Angels by Breughel is not an iconic picture in our current Western visuo-geist compared to, for example, Breughel's own Triumph of Death.

Perhaps the picture is too busy or the colours and layout do not convey the full sense of this astonishing moment where the cosmos, from a Christian perspective, is altered completely and chaos in the form of evil is unleashed.

However, this painting repays those who might draw inspiration from it, since the imagery of some of the fallen creatures, once disentangled
from the clutter, can startle and perhaps warn us of the future where trans-genetic creatures escape from laboratories and populate the planet with disastrous results.

On a lighter note, I have always loved the bloated fishlike cartooney being at the top right with its expression of surprise. It looks a little like the expression Paul McCartney sometimes has on his face: the rounded O shape of his lips. Sir Paul, please write a song about the Fall of the Rebel Angels. On second thoughts, please ignore my request.

Office At Night by Edward Hopper

Two figures male and female in the stillness of night alone. A ghoulish quality pervades this painting. The faces are bleached out and as with much of Hopper's work, eye contact is evasive.

Poem for Mila

Below and Above 1

That day the clouds haltly like motor-traffic

And into the stretching light of summer night june,

Their seedlet rain sowing

Did what they do in an England London way-

That is in their own interplay

The day, they spoiled, for some, for some I’m sure,

But for others, most likely, can I assure you?

They secured:

Strolling together enbelled beneath skyscraper umbrellas

In certain quarters of Hampstead

Pimlico and Bayswater and less famous places too

They matriculated some romance

And the blades of sunlight that cut through

Symbolised something to them and for them

Of what so rarely staples, fuses, fissions, pins the here to now

Detatches the gowhere? Nowhere

From the somewhere righthere to the right now non-

Finite

And sometimes when it’s true that’s called like wow,

A kiss.

As for me I’m in the aforementioned Pimlico

In a café Nero

Waiting for the 10,9,8,7,6,5,4,3,2,1, zero moment

When ashtrays can never sit atop menus

In the interior venues…

Restaurants and bars

In winter you will exhale beneath the stars

But now here

I inhale the moment

The 7:50 segment of

The Pinball machine day

Everyone in London, dodge, dodge. Dodge

An object – they’re humans I know like me –

I’m an object to them too – dodge, sometimes collide

Here each is a pinball to a ride

The rain and the wind drove us inside.

Happy at the inertia

Of reveries about my ancient Persia

And because associations work mysteriously

Mila the Muscovite’s accent

And wildly beautiful eyes in my mind like the colour of the rising moon in summer

And ruminations about the ancientness of the domestic cat

And the situation of the Pre-Raphaelite,

Aesthetically preferred by Mila

Who yet is found here in a 21^st century poem

Gowhere righthere now where, as a symbol

Not a soul, floating more graciously than the clouds of the 29^th of June 2007

Into the stratas

That have been recorded

And will sometimes be reopened

To let meanings

Enact all synonyms and similes of motion

In their attempt to collide or cooperate with each other

Yet above the clouds are stars

And above them more metaphors

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Autobiographic

some autoblogggraphy: I am a Pelham Puppet.


ps Elvistein is coming soon.

pps Do you want more on the YouTube Murders?

Shakespeare Tavern Meeting

In the Shakespeare Tavern
I met two women of beauty;
Tall and lithe
And it must be noted,
They made my weekend shine

Beings are sometimes evil
And out of line
Sending shivers down my wooden spine

These women were out of my league
I was a hopscotch to their gigue
But if they had had puppets
As lovely as themselves
We may have had some quality time together
To spend together
On some wooden shelves

A Kept Promise and It is This:Warger

thanks to the two photographers here who let me take this photo back in the early summer before the Noahesque floods.

The YouTube Murders

THE YouTube MURDERS

It is late and Jane is surfing. She suddenly finds a video on YouTube of someone blonde who looks like her being hacked to death with an axe. She phones a few friends. Only one is in: Nerdy Norris, the tech guy. He says he'll be over to hers in an hour. When he gets there she is dead-hacked to death as in the YouTube video. Nerdy Norris did see it before he left his house. It is no longer on the site....

Some OLd Friends partied into semi-surrealism

These guys have decided they want to be cakes. Well...what's marzipan for the almond is tamazipam for the analysand or something....Elvistein coming sooooooon.

Where is Elvistein???

Alot of you have complained that the story of Elvistein has failed to appear and many of you are losing faith that it will. Please do not get too upset. It will be here shortly. Squorch747.

PS Please ignore Manuel Person, he is trying to live on my blog and I just can't have him around as sorry as I am for him.

Manuel Person

Hi. I'm Manuel Person and I was killed by my landlady who lived in Walthamstow, London. Her son was a real boffin who'd studied at MIT. He put my brain in a blender and then somehow transferred me into a shitty old 486 computer. I stayed in a garage untouched for I think five years until some thieves broke into the garage and sold me-in-the-computer at a car boot sale. Another boffin wired up the computer with other computers and I slipped the highways of the web unable to be present on the second boffin's computer. I'm trying to get back there to thank him and I'm trying to find my murderer but a lot of my brain power has diminished and I'm not often "all there", but here I am burning with a desire for revenge. Are you the boffin who helped me escape?

Feelings Are Human and Puppet

TodayFeeling

The Blackhole News Edition

Hunger is universal. Can we help our hungry brothers and sisters given that ASPECTS of our prosperity are perhaps enjoyed as a result of their deprivation?

The first shall be last........

It is easier for a camel to pass through the eye of a needle than a rich person to enter the Kingdom of Heaven.........

When did we see you naked or hungry?.............

salaam and peace

"salaam and peace to humanity"

Tomorrow's God

I now know what I meant by LOVE IS A BROKEN HEARTED TRIANGLE. It means that A breaks B's heart because he doesn't love her and B breaks C's heart because of the love B DOES NOT HAVE for C. And it goes on.

For you closet catholics out there today is the feast of The Sacred Heart of Jesu Cristu who basically died of a broken heart-not that he wasn't tortured to death as well...

Any way here is a poem to mark this special day when we can say sorry for our lack of love towards fellow bretheren and sisteren and sadly I speak to Palestine right now as well as all of the rest of us. Riches are great but without Love there is no real meaning to society.

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Tomorrow's God

God of laughter

And God of tears

God who made us hopers with rays of love heavier than the Universe,

As we who stir the hopelessness we create by hating with limbs of fears

Please shed your graces

On we, who, from you, perpetually

Hide our faces

On we, who balance so proudlarge

upon this speck of dust

This planet miniscule teeming with unjust

We who say and pray I trust

And yet can scarce faith

That Adam's atoms came at last to reach past dust

God of laughter

And God of tears

Creator of joy

And sensible to fear and sorrow;

Yet God for whom there is no yesterday nor today,

And no millenium and indeed no to

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love is a broken hearted triangle

Whatever could I mean? I don't know. But it sounds good. I think.

I think using wooden neurons and not the goo you humans use. It's different.

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The House with a Blackhole

It was hard not to be concerned when a Blackhole decided to take up residence at our house which we designed with Sketchup. What is the computer equivalent of a Blackhole?

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Duty Calls

It is an absolute duty to speak of the human as a being who will use elements of the system to block up the system. Why the human feels compelled to block up the system especially when s/he can use elements of the system can be explained with recourse in part to the sense of humour component-but it is deeper-and sicker: the human can not help but chuckle to itself and among others about how clever it is and this is at its worst in the exacting of revenge or in the executing of malicious behaviour. The child is cruel; in teenage years that cruelty callouses and ushers 'humour' to its nasty service.

The browsers out there really do not leave enough comments for ye olde Squorche and it is leading him to puppet depression. Has anybody got puppet Prozac? On second thoughts tranqs are not a good idea.

Say: no thanks to tranqs.

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The Ghost of William Terriss Brings Hauntings

The actor William Terriss was stabbed at the stage door of the Adelphi Theatre in 1907. It is not far from where this picture was taken, which is the Royal Opera arcade. Terriss is thought to frequent Convent Garden tube station in particular and is described as "a man wearing a grey suit, old fashioned collar and white gloves".

There is some stuff about him on the BBC and also at

http://www.mystical-www.co.uk/ghost/zsee.htm


K1's mum told me about it and I had a nightmare:

I suddenly died and my body remained in bed as my soul lifted out of it. I hovered above my body for hours it seemed. Then, to my horror my body's eyes opened and my body walked around like a zombie heading towards Covent Garden. Then when it was on the tube somehow it "spotted" me and came running after me. I was being chased by my own body. I ran to the Royal Opera House where a beautiful lady suddenly came out. She had large brown eyes and a beautifully shaped nose.

I asked her to marry me but she could not hear. My body then asked her to marry it and she said no. Then my body "caught sight" of me and captured me. Suddenly I was back in the bedroom still out of body but below me there were two bodies that were identical and exactly like "my" body. I woke up sweating and tangled in my strings.

I want an operation. I want to be a wire-puppet like the ones at Blind Summit.

Untitled Poem

Thinking thoughts of thunking
Here comes my day a clunking
Plunking into plonkerty
So much rubbish needs must a junking

Thoughts a-thunking plink
When I’m lonely
I want be-withs
Bet rare are the am-withs
Where not think some thoughtly thinks want I
What think is a thunk
I’ve seen some blinks that make a bunk
Every human has to accept that they’ve blunk
And often with a blink

Today is a thinking day
They say I think too much
Some kind of thinking is just a hiding away crutch
Throw it away and talk and say
Oh Thank you,
Thanks very much

If my mind’s a rabbit
It’s a rabbit without a hutch
To find
is a lifelong thing
It’s a thung to think
It’s mind

Meditations On Blackholes:Invisible yet heavier than a Galaxy

Gosh! BANG! Phizz! Whahahollop! Blog! Gloop:)

The Blog is nearly 6 months old!!!

If K1 my "owner" allows me I am going to do a performance of a puppet who thinks he has turned into a blog. At intervals he gets new information and relays it to those around him. Some say he is being zapped by aliens, others that he is seeking publicity by pretending to be mad and others yet tell him to shut up. So he mimes his experiences....

Bergman and the Galaxies

Saraband is Master Ingmar Bergman's last film so far and is a must see for any of you shit directors out there who don't know what you're doing when it comes to your actors. Here is acting at its finest in a tightly woven chamberpiece where the depths of human selfishness, especially that of artists, is given the kind of air that lets truths multiply in action and emotion - the miniscule vibration of facial muscles that convey the macroscopic turmoils of the heart and the dying of the soul.

The story is about a weak son and a tyrannically domineering father. The father was an operatic celebrity. His son is a cellist of competence who has never enjoyced the limelight. But his daughter, his dad's grand-daughter with whom he is disgustingly committing incest has the potential to be noted by the snobby and hyper-critical classical music world. But she has to break free of her dad, and grandad whose daughter she possibly could be. In two scenes the music, Bach, in the church and Bruckner, Symphony no. 9, in the grand dad's study are used with masterly psychological accuracy.

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It is one week since my last post and in that time a super-nova has exploded. It is the brightest thing anyone has ever seen. But I didn't see it. Did you? Please contact bbc.co.uk if you did see it. Apparently one is going to happen in our galaxy, the Milky Way very soon. Lock up your Mars bars.

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Starry Night Little Red Spot Vangogh Jupiter

The confluence of nature and art in VanGogh's Starry Night and The Little Red Spot:

In a picture beamed to NASA on Earth from the New Horizons spacecraft orbiting Jupiter we see the similarity between VanGogh's masterpiece Starry Night and the Little Red Spot ( a storm the size of planet Earth, situated below the famous Great Red Spot, an even greater storm requiring a celestial teacup) .

• A link to pictures from Jupiter and its moons:

http://news.bbc.co.uk/2/hi/in_pictures/6614557.stm

• A link to the Van Gogh web gallery:

http://www.vangoghgallery.com/

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a petal fell. it was night.

a petal fell:
is gravity a law or a commandment?

all things fall:
why?

have you hit the ground of late?
petals of spring rise sometimes even to the clouds

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Something That Makes Me Cry: Hiroshima by John Desey

On his way back with the water, he got lost on a detour around a fallen tree, and as he looked for his way through the woods, he heard a voice ask from the underbrush, 'Have you anything to drink?' He saw a uniform. Thinking there was just one soldier, he approached with the water. When he had penetrated the bushes, he saw there were about twenty men, and they were all in exactly the same nightmarish state: their faces were wholly burned, their melted eyesockets were hollow, the fluid from their melted eyes had run down their cheeks. (They must have had their faces upturned when the bomb went off; perhaps they were anti-aircraft personnel.) Their mouths were mere swollen, pus-covered wounds, which they could not bear to stretch enough to admit the spout of the teapot. So Father Kleinsorge got a large piece of grass and drew out the stem so as to make a straw, and gave them all water to drink that way. One of them said, 'I can't see anything.' Father Kleinsorge answered as cheerfully as he could. 'There's a doctor at the entrance to the park. He's busy now, but he'll come soon and fix your eyes, I hope.'

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Our Earth as Art

http://maps.google.co.uk/maps?svnum=10&um=1&hl=en&cr=countryUK%7CcountryGB&ie=UTF-8&oe=UTF-8&q=khanyeni.org.uk&sa=N&tab=wl


a big and adventitious haylo hayhi to all the personpuppetbodies out there in this week of carnage and tragedy for the humanus familia. What are we saying to each other when so many have been blown up in Iraq and a young South Korean man with a speech impediment who had been bullied at school had to go so far as to execute 32 fellow students? Are you humans saying you hate each other so much? Is life no longer worth living?



The link above takes you to a new google thing mymaps where you can use googlemaps to make your own map-world. In this case it is Our Earth as Art. The world is beautiful but as now with too much riches and selfishness if it is unshared it is not really enjoyed. Deep down all beings have a profound ontological requirement-not just a need or want-requirement to share: information, emotions, being, sensations. so please stop the selfishness out there. Ask yourself next time Am I being selfish, do I need that extra $1million or could it go to something that can further the well-being of the 1BILLION people the world over who are deprived.

Little To Be Said In A Sad Week

go here to find where this came from

ElvisStein

ELVISSTEIN is coming
to this site soon....

Please keep an eye on this site for this creepy tale of 21st Century
Mayhem.

ELVISSTEIN is coming to this site soon. Please creep an eye on this site for this keepy tale of 21st Century Mayhem and Disillusionment. Please be advised that ELVISSTEIN and ELVISTEIN is now heavily copyrighted and that any infringements will lead to consequences!

ELVISTEIN

The Amazing and Tragic Tale Will Be Here Exclusively Soon...

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The Triduum Begins on Spy Thursday

Not much is of much importance without the understanding that there are things in existence that are worthwhile. The hope of eternal life beyond the manipulation of strings that articulate wood is worthwhile. Hope. Richard Dawkins asserts that belief in a meta-substance: meta-matter is a belief that is not worthwhile. I have news: chance is a fine thing but matter does not operate in one direction of linear time.

Today Christuians remember the last supper of Jesu Christu. Today is also known as Spy Thursday because of Judas Iscariot aka Judas Bond who spied and reported and betrayed. It's amazing that in a secular world the betrayal that Judas perpetrated is not meditated on more completely. Or rather perhaps that is why as a substitute -a double agent- for that contemPlateful there is Oscar Wilde's Ballad of Reading Gaol. Each man betrays the thing he loves...Some do it with a kiss.

Don't know about you but all this talk of supper is making me hungry.....Beware of who you share your table with....

Klee, Clay, Creation!?:-)

Paul Klee is a hero of mine. This book details the hand-puppets he created for his son. I'm not overly fond of hand- puppets. In my experience they tend to be aggressive. I dated one once and she was far too tactile for my liking. But hail to Paul Klee the depictor of the electronic world before it really came into existence. Check out this book at amazon. Just click on the pic to take you there.