The Two Stephan's ... Hunting computers

Words. Set # 45 
(75 days or so until I hike ... this is getting real, real quick)

(Power) Ingenious

adjective

1. (of a person) clever, original, and inventive.
2. 
   

(Force) Scheming

adjective

1. given to or involved in making secret and underhanded plans.

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NY Times Article from August 20, 1979.
The Civilian "Strip" mall owners version looking back at us "Sailors" thru the gates and fences.  I guess that is how they saw it and reported the results.

"(.....Lieut. George Farrar, a spokesman for the base, said the school had been under less regimentation than usual for recruit training.)

“And we felt it was time to reinforce military standards and bring the level of military training up to par with the technical training,” he said.

“Some of the regulations being enforced here will be enforced throughout the Navy's technical training command,” he said. “It's part of an overall program in the Navy, not a way of punishing the sailors here for what happened here last June.”)"

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I do not wish to have any copyright issues against my work so I'll start today making sure my future posts will be in line with the legalities of on line content rights.  In a round about way.
All rights are mine to mine of course until they are not.

(this segment bounces between a few stories, locations and some years ... I hope it's not too confusing)

Kenosha, Waukegan Riots.
If one was to google this phrase they might be greeted with a page about the riots of 1966. 
This area is rough and it did not change much by the time 1979 showed up and I arrived a green horn.

Perfect playground for a country bumpkin fresh off the turnip truck.
Many a "Prodigal Son's and Daughters" found themselves eating out of the preventable "Pigs Troughs" they subjected themselves to.
(Link goes to Wikipedia about the Bible Story)

Me like a many young lads and lasses were continually approached.
Fresh meat for the pickings.  
I was always on watch  ... just the way I am from being raised abused.

I played a few games a pool in the bars, if I did not like the vibe then I never frequented the establishments there again as I do not trust many humans. 
The "vibe" was always something that I noticed. 
Music on the jukebox would "hide" what really was going on.

Human Behavior growing up in bar rooms with my Dad as I watched him drink and play cards.  I've many years of knowing when to leave before "things happen just". 
Things don't just happen.

I saw the dangers way before many others who were "fielding their oats" so to say. 

Young Men and Women, from all corners of the world in one little melting pot.  What could happen?  lol

Think of an intense learning environment, advanced college campus. 
Latest bleeding edge information and technology with 24/7 lock down security.  No notes leave the school "room" ... ever.
Study is allowed after hours by I.D. check and cameras.  1979.

I had no time for "grand" issues. 
I was learning and absorbing my Dream, "Advanced Trons".

Then on top of that, a RIOT happens cuz some school mates got rolled at a park nearby during a open air free concert.
The "Last June" comment in the article.
Tensions were building over the Summer.

Punks against young, fit (almost directly out of boot camp), rip roaring sailors (who were punks were they came from) and a fight happened.  It just got increased in size by others with other local causes that tipped cop cars and blocked the rail tracks and damaged the strip mall of mostly thieves disguised as business men there.

I'm recalling the one riot I was directly affected by in 1979, August the paper said.  I remember June/July.
If you read the "sided" article like I just did (first ever viewing), it tells of businesses that are suffering due to the "MANDATED" behavioral change the Navy was inflicting upon the young minds of it's educational establishment.  Great Mistakes, Illinois.

If you take the time to read the "sided" article from the NY times, it is correct journalism for that viewpoint.

I was being subjected to the "establishments" rules that ended up having a Commanding Officer removed from office was priceless as a learning tool as well.   I just realize that I learned the technique by "Paying Attention" to how my life was and how I could again "Be That Way" if needed it for protection.  Protected by the rules.
Understanding the Technical Writing before I became proficient at it for a time as it was a Major requirement for my job.

I'm not sure if I've shared, but my next command after Great Lakes, Ill and the Riots of 1979 was the USS Boulder in which (after a few years) I was directly responsible for having a Commanding Officer (whom I respected dearly, as a Father actually) removed from his Command.  Loss of control on his part.  Naval and Ship Rules forced his hand.  His "5 that he hung with" did not hang with him.
They remained and the Boulder lost a very good man.  A Captain.

I became an American that day fighting for my NAME.
An E-3, took down a command with military bearing.
Rules.  Fine Print. Technical Writing.  No one was to blame.
The "System" covers for itself and then the "Black Flags" to one's record follow them ... follow them ... follow them.

I can only guess then that a whisper of chance "could be" that the trails and wakes I personally caused the Atlantic Fleet and the U.S. Congress did make it part of NAS training.  That's cool.
Even if it did not.  I'm not sure I remember that I know.

Is that better than an NY Times best seller or an Oprah Novel of the Month?  I'm not sure as I've not "yet" achieved the others to compare to a place and a time in my life or lives where Source Energy was guiding me forward. 
Angels all around me type of protection that I've accepted back then and continue forward to this day.

As the Mike Dooley site once sent me a message from the Universe:   "How many angels does God send when you ask?
All of them."

Right now, I believe it is better than having one's NAME on a book in a Library kind of cool.  A lesson.  An Example.  Greeting and Warning.  A training of some sort.  I'll never know those details.
I'm cool with it. Aloha kind of cool with it.  I borrowed this from Presidential Candidate Tulsi Gabbards web site.

Aloha means so much more than hello or goodbye. It is a way of life. Aloha means “I come to you with an open heart, with love, respect and an acknowledgment that we are all brothers and sisters, that all life is interconnected.” The famous Hawaiian cultural leader Aunty Pilahi Paki said, “The world will turn to Hawaii as they search for peace because Hawaii has the key, and that is Aloha.”

Aloha also comes as a warning.

Life at that time was rough keeping it all together under Federal investigation.  I understand what Agent Orange must feel like because I was in his shoes just not as High Profile but just as "Let's keep this out of the News" hush, hush kind of feeling while every move is questioned and watched.

Actually, I was E-2 and under watch to become E-1 with a Big Chicken Dinner but after the dust settled I was E-3 and soon E-4.

I never lost a crow.  I placed my chips on the table and fought it all tooth and nail for my name, my pride and my heritage.

(A Crow: Navy Jargon for Chevrons with an Eagle on the arm)

Overall, I applauded the Navy for getting tougher on all the groups.

I never minded being 4.0 in military appearance. 

So much can hide behind being at that level.

And so much can be supported behind being at that level.

Melancholy day for me as I had this "RIOT" and my "Captain Dad" memories long suppressed until today.  I also never realized how much it and the events structured my advance learning of "bigger things".
I learned how to conform to the bosses will and the bosses learned that I gave maximum effort until crossed by a boss that should not be a boss.

The top guy "Captain" goes down with the ship and the crew.
The crew can also cause a Captain to go down because of their service to "what ever" their EGO causes them to do when they protect themselves with lies and deceit. 
They attacked me with their intentions. 
I must have called it to myself as I trusted no one except the Captain, MY Captain, and I was always honest with him.

From the time he loaned me his Barber's Chair Time Slot to me as we were on our way to Cuba and my daughter was going to be born, and I colored my hair gray but it turned orange with brown spots and that is a violation of the U.C.M.J. and an offense against the command and the Navy.  He understood my angst but he understood that the paperwork on his desk to bring me before him had more of a story than what the observation of my actions told.

He was great at getting to the heart of my angers and he covered for me until he no longer could for the greater cause in my life.

GOD, being BIGGER than both of us. 

I'm glad we met again in D.C. right before Hurricane Gloria hit and we could shake hands again ... friends.  

News date: September 1985

(This article is about the Atlantic hurricane of 1985)

I got my cash, we had coffee (at the famous Pentagon Ground Zero - it was a photo shoot and I was the subject oddly enough but I also had the clearance to walk thru the doors with little formality) and then I rode home to Groton, CT to prepare my home for what was coming at my young family.

The Eye passed over us, (My Family) in Groton as I slept sounder than I had in years.

My fingerprints and image are well known by those that need to know.  I don't worry when I leave them anywhere.
I trust in some levels of Government and they trust me.
I have peace and ain't skeered.

I don't make those events happen ... Source does.
I just look for the miracles when they do as there are many I still have not shared with many more I cannot.

As for the "Orange" haircut, it was cool sitting in his chair and watching the jaws drop on everyone in the room that was at attention when he arrived to assign me his chair.  He didn't need it because he was bald. 

He spared me judgement that day and then a few days later was asking me, on the Bridge, in Battle Conditions Drill, both of us bald but my hair had orange highlights (lol): "Who do you know?" ... three hours after my daughter was born.
I know I was watched for a long time.

A Great Man was removed from power because of the ignorance of his upper assigned echelon. 

I understand little how the Federal Government works at that level.
Just like I know little how the Bible and Church work.

I had a good lawyer who believed in me. I've had many since too.
I got to read my questions answers before the file was closed.
Tricky Devils those federal investigators. 
Fair when they understand you play by the rules.
Play by the rules, you always win ... at least at the Federal levels.

I've had associates in the "Mob" whom taught me how to cloak oneself in the god(s) of the Masses.  Play by the rules, you win.
Read the book for it's lessons to share or converse about but always be true to your calling.   Question Everything and Trust Few.

I let you know, 

how I know 

and now I know 

why I know.

If it works at that those levels, all levels below have the same rule.
Play by them and you will always win.  Church and State.

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Thank you Stephan Martin and now Stephan Colbert for the show the other night.

It was because of my "Memory Jog" of witnessing

  Steve Martin Live

on his 1979 Tour in a park near by Great Mistakes.
(Link goes to a You Tube from that tour.  Not sure it was the same place but the material was the same)

My viewing of younger (but older than me) Mr. Steve Martin was not in the park that caused the riot but in another one ... a bus trip in my Navy Uniform because of "new imposed RULES" that I defied that day by carrying my civilian clothes in a bag for the concert and then swapping before getting on the bus to get back to the base.

It was a Navy Exchange, USO type of thing to help us give our minds a break from what was happening.
Bus trip to the state where the Green Bay Packers play.
Cheese!!!!!

I was in uniform, slightly wrinkled on the way back but during the concert, I was a person with short hair in T-shirt and jeans, carrying a Gym duffel bag of clothes.

I could be a civilian for a day and not a minion under control.

It felt as good as it does right now wearing T-shirt and jeans as I watched him perform on Colbert with the Steep Canyon Rangers. 
(Link goes to their main web page for concert information)

I am grateful and thankful for a moment in time "with" Mr. Stephen Martin. 
He brightened my day with his Zanny Antics and Song.

So in closing on this subject, I'll just make my own Steve Martin Viewing card and call it good.  lol
He shared it all with us on CBS the other night.

:)

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If anyone has been tasked with watching a new process being "tuned" can attest to, computers will "hunt" until they find peace or chaos. 
Especially if one component that is analyzed conflicts with another process, function or component with similar purpose in a sequence of events that causes the computer to HUNT for a solution.

Once a process can be ascertained from the data on how to smooth it all out .... all I can say is that fun times happen when one least expects it ... kind of like the events I see in the GBPUSD on the 5 minute time frame. 
The brokers have some nice machines that handle it. 
I think they were developed about 30 years ago to do their jobs as more and more capital was being added to the markets by just the banking institutions world wide.
This was a long time before they opened up the markets to us Mom & Pop investors from home on our laptops and iPhones.

I watch in amazement on how the computer technology that was being developed as I learned pressure, heat, expansion, contraction of materials in massive machines in a plant be "tuned" to working perfection  .... twice ... is the same way I notice the "swings" in the market and how the logistics are controlled to "Peace" and pygmy feet type ticks on a screen. 
I'm watching for the Elephant Tracks of movement, lol.
I now have a better tuned indicator due to my past.

Controlled Chaos is mildly a way to explain the "FUN" back then.
Learning the extreme edges and the safe "red line" edges and controlling them thru the middle to quiet, stability until the next rock and roll event .... then it happens again.

Hours and hours and hours of screen watching before the year 2000.   
Tweak, tune, test .... tweak, tune, test .... now it makes sense why it was so much a part of my life for my future.

Moving forward,
~ Kindle

Mini Map #8 .... A "Jog" from the Trail

Words. Set # 46 

(Power) Striving

verb

gerund or present participle: striving

1. make great efforts to achieve or obtain something.
2. 
   

(Force)  Struggling

adjective

1. striving to achieve or attain something in the face of difficulty or resistance.

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Hiking Data:

Digging deeper and deeper into the text of my first 30 days on the trail.
Calculating the mail drops and trying right now to size the boxes needed.

It is a process that only I can go thru ... like sit ups and push ups.

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Mini Map #8 - the only one I needed a good copy of for my mail drops ... it "Jogged" a memory.   I like that. :)

As I was saying....
It was in this section of Virginia that we (Penny Grateful and I) experienced a God given mission for us. 
Each of us know (or should know) when we are called upon to perform ... it's an inner knowing that screams of illogical logic. 
We all do need each other and are all connected whether we believe it or not.

Penny and I have had many "adventures" and "angelic encounters" along our life on this planet .... those moments when we are known to be in the correct place for the correct time to intercede with others on this planet that need help. 
Being available for another human who needs help;  & then watch GOD take over a moment with our help.

You got a moment?  

It was 3 days of hiking from Dragons Tooth Parking lot, past McAfee Knob and on to Daleville, VA (Route 220).
About 30 miles I believe.  Our first shake down as a couple.

Much adventure and magic happened.
Opportunity mixed with difficulty from the beginning to the end.

We parked our car at Dragons Tooth Parking area and walked up the Scout Trail to get to the A.T. going North.
We understood the parking area to be "sketchy" and had arranged to have our vehicle moved to our exit point in Daleville at Kroger that evening. 

Difficulties mixed with Opportunities - 
that is what history is all about.  Ebb and Flow.

We spent our first night at Pig Farm Campsite close to Catawba Mtn. Shelter. 
Our car was not moved that night due to a more pressing issue by our assistant (which was unaware to us) as we had no cell service at the time when they tried to call us.

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The Pig Farm Campsite and McAfee Knob area are special to us.
We lived close by at the time and Catawba Mtn. Shelter was our first overnight as a couple several years before this.
It was the place of our "Maiden Voyage" into the woods as a couple "Roughing It" and has a good vibe for us as we are very familiar with that site.  
We over packed, we had gear from friends that was loaned to us that we were unfamiliar with, we froze, we met others that were freezing too around our roaring fire ... it was a Great Time!  
Better than work!  It hooked us enough to plan for this 30 miles that we tried our bodies and personal equipment out on.

We slept well and were out in the morning to hike to Tinker Cliffs and stay the evening at Lamberts Meadow Campsite ... that's when Gods interceding continued.

We are now on day 2 of never having done this as a couple before.
There were moments and challenges but we were enjoying the day and all it was offering.  During this saunter from McAfee Knob to Tinker Cliffs, we were passed by a tall, lanky gentleman who appeared to be a thru hiker from the years class of people we were hoping to say "Hey!" to as they passed thru our area of the woods.

Brett H. did not have a hiking name.  He was just Brett.
He stopped to chat with us as he appeared to be laboring a bit and he rested with us in the shade on the way.

Small talk generally gets to "where ya from?" and that is almost where the Twilight Zone Music Cue should be.
Small world we live on don't cha know.  :)

Brett mentioned: "Ah, you would not know where I am from."
I said: "Try me, I've been a lot of places."

He then describes a small 4 corner town with 2 stop signs in WNY which I can relate to cuz I grew up there.
I knew his uncle because his uncle was my Boy Scout Patrol Leader and his Grandmother would sell vegetables on the side of the road that I would ride by with my bike most every day.

From then, he describes that he is on his way back there from Florida where he was dissolved from his job.   He heard there was a walking trail that would get him most of the way so he started walking to clear his head from it all. 
He picked up things along the way to make it easier but as of late was not feeling all that well and thanked us for the company to help him get to better help for how he felt.

He was going to rest at the next shelter which was close to the campsite we were going to stay at so we said adieu as we know we would meet him as we passed by the shelter later in the day.
At the time we thought we would have a car to help him get around Roanoke with before taking a bus trip to WNY and home for him.
If he needed, we could get him to a Dr. and he refused ... for now.

With that, we parted.  He walking fast and Penny and I sauntering.

Towards the end of the day, we passed Lamberts Shelter and talked once more to firm up plans if he needed help the next day.
The evening would help him decide and he would shout to us in the morning if he left before us (and he did).

By the time we made it to the campsite (right next to a rippling stream) I powered up my phone in time to get a call from my helper with our car.  At that time I got the news .... vandals.

Life got in the way and our car could not get moved in time to avoid the mayhem of rowdy individuals that took out their testosterone on parked vehicles in the cloak of darkness.

The end result was our car was vandalized as was many others that evening buy a group of hoodlums.
All windows but one in our car was smashed out and they then disengaged the transmission by the emergency button on the column and pushed our car out of the parking lot and into a ditch of trees.

Sucks to get that news in the woods but that is life on the trail.

So, in the morning when Brett passed by, I let him know my news but that our handshake agreement of help would still be there, just not in the vehicle that I was expecting.  I have family in the area and they loaned me a vehicle until ours was repaired.
He said he appreciated the help and would take us up on the offer.
He also said that our pace was better on his body so we would see him up ahead and if not, he would wait for us before the tail ended that day.

So, yes we leap frogged all day.  He kept us going faster than we were used to but the weather threat of lightning on the exposed rock edge called Hay Rock, we moved to get the trip over with.
We helped him by going slower.

Along the last bits of the trail, we happened upon two trail maintainers.  The both worked for Virginia Tech and were out for the day trimming trail branches for the upcoming hikers from Georgia.
One of the two was a Dr. of Biology who just so happened to have done her dissertation on Giardia, otherwise known as "Beaver Fever" .... a parasite.  

As she too quickly witnessed, Brett was not doing great.
She then had a good conversation with Him in the woods.
We left for the trail head with "Professional" directions on how to most effectively care for Brett and get him to a Dr. as he was getting much weaker as he had this issue for a while and the parasite was now feeding on his fat and muscle.

Oddly enough: 
Two Big Macs to start.  
Give the "THINGS" something to work on (Fat and Protein) besides the host's body.  
Get to a Dr.  ASAP.
As Soon As Practical but still Urgently Seek Attention!
(He admitted he was not treating his water)

Treatment

Giardia trophozoites under scanning electron microscope. Credit: Waterborne Disease Prevention Branch, CDC

Several drugs can be used to treat Giardia infection. Effective treatments include metronidazole, tinidazole, and nitazoxanide 1. Alternatives to these medications include paromomycin, quinacrine, and furazolidone 1,2. Some of these drugs may not be routinely available in the United States.

Different factors may shape how effective a drug regimen will be, including medical history, nutritional status, and condition of the immune system 3-5. Therefore, it is important to discuss treatment options with a healthcare provider.

My plans did not happen.  God's did and I just went with the flow and watched as the miracles appeared knowing full well that Penny and I were a part of the "miracle".  Just smiling. :)

The end result was that our car was one window smash from being totaled.  It was repaired by insurance.
The loaner vehicle allowed us to care for Brett before his Bus Ride to WNY with a story of meeting some strange couple from North Java, NY that helped "HIM" a neighbors grandchild.

While waiting for the next bus out of Roanoke, we entertained him at home by allowing him to rest before the evening bus ride and we did his laundry (he used our shower too) before his ride across to WNY.

His uncle indirectly helped him too, as I retain much of what I learned in the Wolf Patrol, Boy Scout Troop 157 which is long dissolved. lol  Survival in the woods.

I know not of "the rest of the story" but I do know my part in it.
And I can live better knowing that GOD does to.
If I'm ever back in North Java, I could stop in to see how it worked out but I'm good with knowing we did our best ... that's all we can.

I also get a reminder for my next steps ... don't get lazy with my water and hygiene routine.  Routines are essential sometimes as the smallest of things can take us out. 
Ticks and Parasites are worse than Bear.
Either way, I understand some risks and will go forth anyway.

Moving Forward,
~ Kindle.
 

Tarps Maiden Flight ... Mini Map # 8

Words.   Set # 47 counting down.

(Power)   Helpful

adjective

1. giving or ready to give help.  Useful

(Force)   Meddling

noun

1. intrusive or unwarranted interference.

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The Tarp's Maiden Flight:

The tarp with tension .... the busted ridge line clips as a result.

 

After a slight adjustment, they are ready to service the door Bungee Cords.

Doors should accept Velcro nicely on both ends. 

Center Pole was 1.5" too long as can be seen in the bend.  It was corrected and offered me a great time figuring out a good way to get it from one side to the other without poking my taught tarp ... Fail #2 ... I poked a pin hole in the top .... errrrrrrrr ...... Just a place I was concerned would receive a bit more abuse.

Another re-design is needed for my choice of 3/16 fiberglass poles

(which could double as a fly fishing rod .... hmmm ... multiple purposes for each device)

Since the Clips were Fail #1, I'm now just toying with how I desire the center ridge line under the tarp and how it will serve to align the center pole.
the sleeve idea needs some work at that joint as well ... a work in progress.

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And I've begun work on the ridge line for the hammock as well.
Getting ready to make quilts to test outside as the weather is perfect.  

30's, 40's and 50's with rain, snow and wind.

Fully open and fully enclosed (minus Ridge Line)

1/2 open and screen stuffed in the end pouch for it.
I like the setup.  Good thing ... it will be home for a while.

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Mini Map #8 - the only one I needed a good copy of for my mail drops ... it "Jogged" a memory.   I like that. :)

It was in this section of Virginia that we (Penny Grateful and I) experienced a God given mission for us.  We've had many along our life on this planet .... those moments when we are known to be in the correct place for the correct time to intercede with others on this planet that need help.

You got a moment?  
On better thought, I'll write it out tonight and give it tomorrows time slot.
It was 3 days of hiking from Dragons Tooth Parking lot, past McAfee Knob and on to Daleville, VA (Route 220).
over 30 miles I believe.  Our first shake down as a couple.

Much adventure and magic happened. 
Opportunity mixed with difficulty.
More on that tomorrow.
I'm celebrating tonight!
2 fails today!  Whoo HOO!
Keep moving forward!

~ Kindle

Working the numbers .... some fears set in

Words. Set #48 counting down. 
It has served it's purpose so far ... its getting me To The Trail.      :)

(Power)  Sober

adjective

1. not affected by alcohol; not drunk.
2. verb

   1. make or become sober after drinking alcohol.
3. 
   

(Force)  Intoxicated

verb

past tense: intoxicated; past participle: intoxicated

1. 1.

   (of alcoholic drink or a drug) cause (someone) to lose control of their faculties or behavior.
2. 
   

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Fears:
Money  (Cash could be limited)
Time (Could take me longer)
Ability (Body could fail)
Gear Failure (a known issue)

All are concerns for sure.  Fear?  
in my mind for sure but manageable.  
I've survived freeze outs and sleeping in a snow drift.
Heat, humidity and bugs.
I'll figure it out with Sources Help.
I even got an answer in Latin: "Solvitur ambulando."
"It is solved by walking."   :)

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@ 19 mail drops for maps and data.  
22 sections in mini form but due to where they start and finish near a Post Office.
I've split my A.T. Guide into (3) @ 700 mile sections.
Actually: 
Leg 1 NY to VA is 719 miles, (Weight: 2.8 oz or 82 g)
Leg 2 NY to ME is 743.7 miles and  (2.9 oz or 89 g)
Leg 3 from VA to GA is 730.3 miles.  (2.2 oz or 65 g)

I printed up the slight missing data for each section split and I have my updated book with no updates on their web page needed.

Not sure yet about food drops that might be required extra but I easily can count 5 more will be needed just for food in harder to re-supply at places up North.  
So about 27 to 30 mail drops Max? .... Costs:  Priority?
Some say ship in buckets, others say 4 gallons will fit in a USPS Priority "if it fits it ships" box taped up heavily.

Those costs could be up but will be spread out over 7 months.
I'll need to budget it all.

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Mini Maps with profiles:
Each weighing .1 oz or 4 grams.
I'm beginning to weigh EVERYTHING in oz and grams.

Pounds add up quickly when not noticing. 

So today, sewing and crunching data with a eye on the GBPUSD.

Working my trading system this morning as I'm creating my "Base Hits Win Games"  concept to scalping the markets.  

In between breaks, I'm working my fingers out by typing, capturing screen shots and drawing it out in Paint and in sketches.

I woke to small profits this morning as the markets dived on opening ... while I slept.  

The market was on a 15 min pause as I placed the next series of trades that are slowly being entered ... turtle like.

Base hits.  

Home Run Dreams end up costing me more than they are worth to try to get.
So, base hits. 
Little gains over and over and over and up to the Home Run levels that I could see but could not seem to capture in my past. 
Time consuming for sure and the reason I desire to autobot it. 
I believe it is possible and that makes it all worth achieving.   :)

Not sure it will be auto trading by the time I walk BUT it will give me incentive to work at it while the Next 4 Years are going to happen with me or not. 
With whichever rules the country decides.

It is in my plans to build my second trading corporation.
This is truth. 
My first was dissolved vs. moving it.
I'm past the 7 years needed to keep all the records for taxes and such but they will be sealed in a small tote anyway.

The next one will be constructed differently.  We all seem to learn from the first of anything and my second entity will be updated with the times for sure and then hopefully funding a Trust that can be managed by generations.   a legacy of sorts.

That is sobering and worth the best me to do it.
Keep moving forward, always forward.
~ Kindle

Water ... under ?? days

Words.  Set #49 counting down.  

(Power) Novel

adjective

adjective: novel

1. new or unusual in an interesting way.

(Force) Pompous

adjective

1. affectedly and irritatingly grand, solemn, or self-important.

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Water Choices:
Below is my water captures (smart bottles with HH2O Auto Magic Water Collectors - tarp funnels) and containers (Nalgene BPA Free) to choose from with my MSR filter, and my Guyot Designs cup and bowl sets.

The scale is for picking the lightest of the heavy.

(Under ??? Days)  My Contingencies:
It seems to never fail that when one makes long term plans, life makes other ones to thicken the plot of the adventure.
Weddings, Funerals, Family Gatherings, Job Interviews and Offers .... things happen.

My trip is no different.  I'll adjust as needed.

The A.T. Guide 2020 data arrives today and I begin to finalize my itinerary data.  This will take a bit but will be easier than typing it all in again.  I'll just be verifying line for line and adjusting.

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Today's word messed me up as I had recently looked up the story (noun) definition of Novel and when it appeared for me to enter it today, I had to go back thru my notes to see if I hadn't already used this pair. 
At the end I know I'll list all the words I'll be using more often as replacements to the list of words I'll be using less frequently.
A writing game of sorts.  Reminds me of writing evaluations.

To anyone who has had to write an evaluation of another human can attest, lists of words to describe character, actions, sound or unsound judgement on their part gets to be difficult sometimes.

I'm blessed to have had to write hundreds of them and for all types of characters.  The ones I wrote the most for were on the Kitty Hawk.
It generally was their last evaluation as I was their last supervisor.  Our Department (Electrical Division) was generous enough to give me many of their "Final Straw" types of characters to work in the Pits, Trunks and tight locations where wires happened to be.
Since I had a system, it made it easy to do those evals before I would go home for the evening.  Update all the daily and weekly paperwork and "the computer" at the time.  

One computer shared by all of Engineering and it was off the ship and in the Admin Building in the Shipyard.  Getting time at it during the day was impossible.  I had to wait late one night a week or two nights if the shipyard jobs were moving quickly.

Do I follow a format when writing?  Usually the one designed by the H.R. department is fine.  It's the descriptions of the person that makes the difference.  Words in order.  Proper order for the task at hand.   Examples and Warnings.  lol 

In my young supervisory career, I was encouraged to purchase a paperback that I have with me to this day.
The Navy EVAL and FITREP Writing Guide.

The link goes to Amazon where one could purchase the 3rd Edition.  I believe mine is pre 1st edition, lol.

Also, if someone would desire to learn how to become better at Technical Writing, there might be some gold nuggets in this book:

The Naval Institute Guide to Naval Writing, 3rd Edition (Blue and Gold) 3rd Edition

I'll be getting a copy for myself as there are guidelines for communicating better in this day and age of emails, texts and vids.

Anyway, with those books comes the lists and lists of behavioral trait phrases to use when writing honestly and openly.

Just reading the phrases allows a "self" to evaluate their own character via the examples.  Both Good and Bad.
From that I will decide to adapt or discard for my "self".

Since I've not read the phases until recently as I was looking over my past 11 years in the service by the evaluations that were written for me.  And Sadly, mostly by me after I attained the rank of E-5 and was working with words as the Divisional Career Counselor. 

My rough drafts that I handed into my supervisors writing my evaluations ended up almost verbatim in my evaluations.
With those words usually came a phase like: ".... He has a great command of the English Language ..."  or something like that.

All I did was read and maintain a process using a paperback book filled with character phrases of actions ... and a Thesaurus to change some words.

Not ingenious, just lazy.   Hundreds of evals will help one find shortcuts.  Those "bullet phrases" were gold.

Now if I desire to write a fictional novel, I have actions upon actions for my characters to become by doing in the readers mind.

That is all an evaluation is ... not fictional but as close to an accurate account for the members Accountability to real life in those conditions, condensed to snippets about the Responsibilities a subordinate has.  Was the team goal met with their help or not?

Accountability and Responsibility  .... something most service members have beat into them in boot camp but tend to forget when with their kind (the 5 they hang with) later at a Command and into the flow of the particular Branch of Service, and it becomes a daily Job and vocation or specialty they are in.

Well, anyway ... I'm getting ready to test my head wear so I'll be cutting off my hair to a very short length.  Then it's hats and clothing to test for 30, 40 and 50 degree weather with a wide brim hat for sunshine.
I've burnt the top of my head ... once was enough.

Moving forward.
~ Kindle

Thoughts to Screens ..... Beliefs

Words. Set # 50.  
(Power)  Unselfish

adjective

1. willing to put the needs or wishes of others before one's own.
2. 
   

(Force)  Selfish

adjective

1. (of a person, action, or motive) lacking consideration for others; concerned chiefly with one's own personal profit or pleasure.

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This is turning out to be extremely helpful.
As I begin to shut down early parts of this Blog ... backing up the data and getting it ready to use as an "After Hike" personal comparison.  I'm doing my best to change - Me.  

It is about time to "Buck UP little camper" and get to the rest of my existence on this planet .... Peacefully.
"The Introduction" to about a month out will hidden ... they are now chapter ideas.

You that are faithfully reading along ... Thank you for your help and inspiration as I "numb finger the keyboard" ... mistakes and all.
No comments have been much appreciated as I'm not sure which one of me would have responded. 
I've been in a state of flux as you have read.
I'm putting some anchors to my new and old beliefs kept and I'm also putting some sea anchors to beliefs I am tossing.
Burials with remembrances of all the parts of me that went with them. 
Some go with tears, some with melancholy sadness and lastly, some with "good riddance"

Going forward.  I've been writing out my "day to day" as this is how I've always self motivated and taught myself.  
I've convinced myself (with science backing) to begin to shut down my voice to ear connection.

If I understand correctly, I can read the thoughts to my ears internally ... observantly ... if I pay attention ... Meditation ... Thoughts ... Co-Create My Future.

M.I.T. is working on "Thought" to "Screen" devices and they have determined that "Thought" still radiates an electrical signal to the ear to compare the voice.
That "signal" can make Google searches appear on Screens and anything else you can do to interact with your screen and computer without even voicing a command or thought.

Thinking about this deeply, I've decided "after much verbally expressed pain received from others that love me" to just shut my pie hole. 
Not even singing can bring me joy right now around others.

Allow them to exist and adapt without any "peanut gallery" remarks.  
No heckles nor snide "pay attention" voiceings.

Keep the thoughts to my brain and "re-program" my thought process to include my ears but now thru silence.

This is an overall Unselfish act.  I should be blessed by Source.
I'll find out.  Put the stories that keep playing and playing and playing in my head from every moment I experience to compare.

As my mind has done from the first "Pay Attention" (to What Dad?) ... until my last utterance of the words in my families presence the other day.

They have had enough of the me I am presently.
Time to work on a better me to present when I get off the trail.
It is the things I do when no one is watching that make the difference in all that I do when others are.

The size of how large or small I wish to become is mine to explore.
Blank canvas of work.

100 crunches, "90" modified push ups, better eating and better thoughts are paying off as I became OVERWEIGHT today.  
I fell out of the OBESE category on the Wii.  
2495 days I've been monitoring my weight from a distance.  
I've seen the Yo-Yo-Yo life I've been existing since 2011.

I know when my "when enough is enough" moment happened.
Just before I turned 59, looked around and was not satisfied with me or what I gave to me as a Legacy.  I'm selfish now.
I have something more to offer myself.

When I was sick and tired of being sick and tired.
I'm 0.8 # from hopefully forever being below 200# for the rest of my life.  Healthfully and with a smile on my face.  

All from Love.
"..... You ain't seen nothing like me yet."    Build me for me first.

I had to make sure I was correct in my mind so I looked it up:
A legacy is the story of some ones life, the things they did, places they went, goals they accomplished, their failures, and more. Legacy is something that a person leaves behind to be remembered by. Legacies are pathways that guide people in decisions with what to do or what not to do.

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I had to make some pole sleeves out of Grossgrain to handle the brass connections on the Tarp cross over support.
It's tougher and should protect the tarp.
I'm only adding 1 oz to the whole project.
I'll point them out in the upcoming pictures.

Typing has been a great warm up before I use these tingling, numb digits to sew.  Less blood if I warm them up for they become less likely to get in the way of pins quicker.

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Thinking about religion as it is Sunday.
I was challenged to do a study as to my belief and why it changed.
Honestly, I've been thinking about this since I was 7 years old and was told I was being "groomed" to become a Priest for the service of the Catholic Church. 
Thank GOD that did not work out for them. 
It certainly was not working out for me, having Fairly Odd Parents.
I was then entered into the Altar Boy Program.  Wear a sissy gown.

Holy Book.  Story #1.
Was it Homo Sapien or Neanderthal that was talking to a snake?
Either way, some Believe in talking snakes.
This is their basis between whether or not they get to Heaven or go to Hell and even if there is a God and as to why they are separate from that God when born.  Tree of Knowledge separated them.

It certainly gives them a reason to believe in a Devil. 
Easier to introduce the character in the first part of the story and build "it" and make "it" alive with further bias of belief.

from: Critical Thinking Cards
"If a conclusion supports your existing beliefs, you'll rationalize anything that supports it.

It's difficult for us to set aside our existing ideas to consider the true merits of an argument.
In practice this means that our beliefs become impervious to criticism, and are perpetually reinforced."

A useful thing to ask is 'when and how did I get this belief?'

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I do not form my belief on a talking snake anymore.
My parents and grand parents did as most likely all back to Constantine the Emperor whom I'm a descendant of I'm told.
If true, that is cool.  If not, that is cool too.

"The Wholly Book" is a book of examples and warnings.
66.6% made up to control the mass through fear.
33.3% made up to set up systems for that control lawfully with LOVE.
00.1% incredible that it still is around and for that reason I like miracles, angels, sparrows ... I understand better that boils are not Satan attacks but a bacteria/health issue, and whales that puke humans on shore are helpers and GOD who keeps my heart beating and my lungs breathing & is SUPER COOL! 

Source Energy that cannot be created or destroyed but can easily change form from this to that. 
Everything we desire is already here and we just have to ask to be placed together with what you want ... as it benefits the common good. 
Against the common good requests will still arrive as you have asked ... as a lesson or warning.

BOTH the desires of good and evil will arrive as we ask (with Thought) ... and always will arrive not in a way we could ever expect as it is the Universe which is orchestrating the flow of it all, in harmony not chaos.
This makes "The Present" such a true gift every time it happens.

I live in a Friendly Universe.  :)
It is everywhere and in everything and connected by frequency of energy.  Which is a theory. 

My Invisible Friend.  GOD.  LOVE. 
The first and the only as everything else came from "IT" and will always have "a seed" of love in it.  Including EVIL.

Sin apparently has no love and offers nothing to those in it.
Oddly, I think sin is a made up "guilt" for control of the mind.
Man made and with that it is false.
Satan  is man made as well ... the reason we have Jesus Wars.
My belief.

It does not make it right.
It does not make it wrong.
It makes it 100% mine ... that's all. 

Moving forward ...
~ Kindle