Stub note.  My Crook is Better than your Crook.

There are only about 250 Transcendian Passports officially issued and signed by me.  I have hesitated to issue more passports because Transcendia does not really have the means to support them.

While I of course want a Transcendian Airport that functions under the Transcendian Flag, buy cialis I see now that my goal ought to be to at least establish Transcendian Passport Support Offices, prostate on as many, generic or all, International Airports.  Of course it is right that one ought to be given rights of passage everywhere in the world.  However I aim to do what is more realistically possible by focusing on airports.

I understand that there is in the world common cleavage to the nation of ones birth.  These borders are typically consecrated by blood.  Machiavelli faced it when he wrote:  "The struggle with nature is not enough to make a nation."  – I quote from memory.

Hence it is I declare a war now and then.  Actually spies and gangsters know war is a constant.  What you really want to do is keep its intensity low.  The Military Industrial Complex has a commercial interest in the use of expensive weapons.  I postulate that all Transcendians shall be appropriately armed according to their individual personalities.  We shall assume they are all of good character.  It is a lot of work to carry a firearm, and some ought not be bothered with that extra work walking around.  However I may require all Transcendians to carry personal protection stuff, like pepperspray, since defense of the "nation" is a national responsibility.

The network of companies that make their profits from war materials, and instruments of war can find profits from other builds.  For instance Nuclear Powered Aircraft Carriers would make for fun destinations for some Commercial Planes, as well as having the power available for desalinization of water at port.  The sad facts of water war in Haiti did not have to result in Cholera.  It was obvious that water was a corrupted business hobbling Haiti recovery.

In Haiti the issues are about as compete a recipe for weakness and vulnerability to disaster as they come, and much of my work last year was focused on producing solutions.  It is significant that I could not recommend buying or leasing an airport for Transcendia there.  I could not afford to lose the investments required at this early time in Transcendian history.  However I could justify a Transcendian Passport Office.

Transcendia is not a joke, though I do regard April Fools as a good holiday to observe.  Sometimes we all feel that life is fraught with practical jokes on us.  We seem to be intent on making life harder than it really has to be.

I myself am really a nobody so joke about how I am, what position I am in, how I am working class, but I have a vision, and from a vision, one can become a King.  I shy from wanting to be known as King, and prefer to be as I am, only Founder.  It shall be up to others to fill in some of the details.

However, due to the communications networks maturity of our times, along with realities of the global economy, possibilities of individual travel freedoms where we even see Space Tourism, the times are right for a nation of airports, as Transcendia is in my mind.

The Flag is a very nice flag.  You can help me out by buying clothes and hats with the flag on it.

 Goal is to install Transcendian Passport Offices in as many airports as possible, and support world citizen individual rights. 

But Lightening is Lighting.

So I let it go.

Otherwise my nephew has got a job as a photographer, order ed which has been a lifetime artistic pursuit of mine one way or another.  I really made more money lighting for other people.  I am very fond of some particular lights.  The LTM Cinepar, see Ianaro 2K Blonde, find Tweenie and Inky a Kinoflows are favorites.  Lots of times I watch movies and guess which instruments of lighting they are using, and where they put them.

Light Comes From Above!

Remember a DP asking me to do this and that till finally I asked her what she was trying to do, and she said, "Get rid of that shadow."

I told my guys to raise the lights.

Really good lights are addictive.  Course it is the difference between taking a picture, and making one.

I used to not crop photographs due to Bresson influence, but changed my mind about it and will cut a photo with a knife now to make it better.

The business of wedding photographs wasn't my thing really.  I liked taking photos for the newspaper, or just as I thought was important.  A lot of my best work is somehow gone, either sold, stolen or lost.  It's too bad I couldn't keep thing to this time of scanners and all like that.  Those coming up now are lucky in my opinion for digital photography is right mature now and will be around for a long time.

I'd love to shoot some with a digital Panavision.

We used to have to light differently for video cameras, as opposed to film cameras.

I imagine the digital Panavisions to be right to light for, as they are great cameras.

Otherwise notes like, balancing of key, and fill and backlighting to achieve depth of image in portraits, or for actor story drama shots are going to apply.  Eye moves to brightest spot in the frame, is going to apply.

Every place in the world has unique light due to sun angles, air density, temperature, humidity, and other factors.  I thought it was a good idea to always shoot with Daylight balanced film for that is the way the eye is balanced.  I mostly shoot with my digital with the flash cut off on a landscape setting which is like a daylight balance and 35 mm lenses setting.  For the stark of straight on flash I'd rather turn the image to Black and White.

I turn many of mine to Sepia cause it creates a distance from the present, and I like that.  I want the picture to be historical right away. -but that's just me. 

I started working when I was 11.  I had been digging a bomb shelter in the garden, viagra 60mg and got hired by a neighbor old man to paint a house.  Painted the house with more and more watered latex paint for 30 dollars in 1963?

Then I went to delivering newspapers.

Later in Chicago I bagged groceries for a few weeks.  Took time to be educated for awhile.

Had some influential scholarship for poetry and movie making that set me on a career path.

Early far as those things I was an editor, photographer, and writer.

Picking things up and putting them down paid more cash.  Was paid money to protect Rochdale College when I went to Toronto to see what my options were far as what to do in the wartime.  I learned a lot about real enemies and all.

Did residential construction carpentry for a bit after.  Went to ROC with girlfriend and worked at stationary store warehouse, dog and cat killing care place, pizza shop, and camera store.  Sold cameras in GSO and ROC actually.

Wrote and photographed for small town newspapers.

Drew a bunch of pictures with crayons during heartbreak breakdown.  Was suicidal there for awhile till high up on building frame discovered I didn't want to fall and die from high up end rafter plank walk over cinderblock strewn landing potential.

Went to work fueling planes at Atlantic Aero when it was GSO, not PTL.

Stayed pretty much in Aviation Ground Services till 1987 when I moved to Manhattan and ran the Grip Truck.

Course I did write, and photograph.  Failed at my first photography business.

Sold some photos and fiction and postcards and did lightshows, and drove a taxi.

Sometimes picked cinderblocks up and put them down.  Did Day Labor whenever no other job in hand.

From 1987 to 1999 I worked as either a Film Technician or Stagehand, or actor, or model and then painted houses for six months.

After that I worked as a carpenter.

During that decade I was damaged by a long fall that broke my hip hand and pelvis.  Gave freelance calls away from the morphine bed.  Recovered and went back to carpentry with other options somehow lost.

Made up TV channel.  It didn't sell.

Transcendia was around from long back to 1983.

Can't walk today.

Was IATSE 491 for a good while, in gaffer and grip categories.

Now put out novella Homeless Dog.

Can't walk good anymore.

Only good from neck up really.

Speech to do.

Outlaw life sortah.

Actually it seems to me that the US culture was long a semi fun anarchy of half controlled chaos.  I like Ayn Rand stories up to a point.  I'll tell you any day "Never believe in anything too much."  Strange how Ayn Rand philosophy isn't much countered by John Dos Passos, clinic or Upton Sinclair, treatment or Sinclair Lewis or even Larry McMurty stories.

I mean The Big Money ought to be as desired a movie as Atlas Shrugged.

Some of these truthful fiction stories are still just that: good stories.  Children have favorite stories they want to hear over and over.  We are all continually childlike in some regards so I guess this favorite story thing goes on throughout life and the culture regardless of its proper application in the present of real lives, mind stories in the making.

I and my editor put a little book I wrote out a couple of weeks ago.  Hey, it's fiction.  Stories like it happened, but it really isn't journalism.  I think I know what it is about and what it means, but I just wrote it in an attempt to write a story worth a read.  Glad I wrote it since I couldn't write it now.  It wouldn't capture the times and places now dim in my memory.  I love anarchy up to a point.  I don't like how it leads to loneliness if you take it too far.

The need for a strongman, executive leader, hero exists as a reality counter to idealism when time is short.  Somebody does in fact have to make some decisions as Captain of the Ship of State.  They do not always get good advice.  I am a vision holder who has made decisions, though most of them were simply about how I lived my life.  I've declared a Holiday, and two wars, and nobody seems to have noticed much, so I guess I'm semi OK.

April Fools is the national Holiday, and I declared war a few years ago on Asteroids, and proposed a Transcendian take over of Disneyland.  Once I take over Disneyland I'll get a Transcendian seat at the UN, like the Vatican has.

It does appear to me that it is now more realistic to make another nation than try to fix the US.  Transcendia is for the UN Specialized Agencies as good working bureaucracies.  The UN in Afghanistan is failing to fight for the core ideals of the Declaration of Human Rights regarding Women's Rights, which are rightfully the same as for men.  Frankly all the UN member nations ought to be as powerful as their treatment of women confirms their commitment to the ideal of women's rights.

This stance of mine as nation measurements, and value judgements is divorced from whether or not a nation is a so called Democracy, Monarchy, or Communist, Socialist or whatever State.

And Slavery is wrong too.  Wage Slavery is still slavery.  It's not right, and doesn't help us all be at peace getting food and entertainments.

I can't figure out why Reagan era economics are still being flogged when Clinton tax deals had the US in better shape?

This nostalgia for the Housing Industry goes right past me too, since I was looking forward to prices going down so I might buy a place at a correct price.  It's bad Japan econ class.  Overall round my neck of the woods I'd say the bankers and the buyers colluded in the greed game, so I'm not so forgiving with those that scream that their house isn't really worth what they committed to pay for it.

Skew now is that land will concentrate and rents go up so as to maintain and advance wage slavery which is really what the Oligarchies, Kleptocracies, and Corporations seem to prefer.

And damn, turns out it is one world.  Doctors know one sick guy and next thing yah know yah got a damn plague.

Hey, do I think weird or what! 

Most of us get money from working.  Work is the spiritual quest for the material necessities.

You sell your soul for a paycheck sometimes.

I tried to work in advertising.  I didn't quite fit in.  Didn't think I was above it though.  Say Poets have the same skills as Copywriters, clinic but compassion.  I pretty much approved of products I worked making commercials for really.  I liked Isotoner gloves for instance.  Was a really cold day in Madison Square Park the day we were making a commercial for Isotoner gloves there.

I'd parked the Grip Truck infront of a store that catered to Russians.  As usual I was flying the Transcendian Flag off the back of the truck.  That truck had a great liftgate and I'd have to throw grip and electric, doctor lights and all to the crew.  Craft Service set the snack food table up on the sidewalk in front of the stuff for Russians store.  Signs for a boom box were in Russian in the shop window.

Russians came around in their bad blue jeans and wonderful mink hats shopping.  -like 5 of them.  Their hats were probably worth three times what the clothes they had on were worth.  5 guys who probably worked security around the embassy up on 57th? by the UN, advice came round and looked at the Transcendian Flag, and looked at the Craft Service table, and I could see them accept it as some sort of State Function and just go to eating off the crew food table.

I've learned a lot from making a flag.  Far as part of my serious successes as a conceptual artist the Flag Stories justify any claim to that status.

I wore my flag hat, and carried my flag shoulder bag when I last had any airport flying to do.  I've reviewed the Transcendian Television tapes with their documentary footage of Flag showing and all.

While I have humor about my situations I am a very very serious man.  Transcendia is actually needed.

It is one world we have to better share, and while the UN is scary as one world government to many nationalists, the Specialized Agencies of the UN are really good.

The trend is towards a "Federalized Mixed Up World of All Wars as CIvil Wars."

Lighting is on the way.  Gottah cut off. 

Briefly put, anesthetist the fact is that the outcome of the US Civil War is that it is the past that is the world future as one place.  

I keep thinking of Norm, decease and what he might have done before he died.  I see him at 55 driving around in the scraggly NC nights of side road brambles and suicidal deer.

As good a reason as any to carry a gun in the car, try is for putting deer out of car wreck misery.  They can kill you through the front window from a broken neck, generic or dying kick your head off.

I myself stopped driving around alone in the country for no good reason some great number like 7 years ago.  Back when I was a youth I would drive around simply to drive around.  Some of my last alone car trips of in a thirty mile radius for no good reason were to the Paradise Club strip joint out there by the trailer park on 87 near Eli Whitney.

When I lived in Manhattan it was a comfort for me that I could drop in at a Strip Joint in neighborhoods I had general reasons to be in, or were close.  Down in the Wall Street area there was on Katharine and I went to together I most enjoyed one evening.  Billy Rays was good too alone talking with the Ballerina from Conneticutt.  She taught dance, and stripped cause she was a good dancer.  She said it took the same skills to deal with children and men at the strip joint.

I know two other professional women who did stripping.  Heather Woodbury is a significant performance artist and the star of the best Super 8 Feature I've ever seen: Larry Fessenden's Hollow Venus.  She put on as Director great classic striptease at the "Premier" of Hollow Venus.  Heather is a great force of nature for all her unrepentant theatrics.

Since Norm bought a Strip Joint with his lottery winnings I need to introduce him to Heather somehow, in spirit.

As of this morning I read that the short novel Homeless Dog is "live" on Amazon for Kindle.  I hope some people will read it and get something out of it.  It is not a particularly happy read.  I say it is "What the revolution felt like."  Sure enough the Sixties were revolutionary times.  They were war times.  I did determine to make my own nation.

I sure enough do not look back with nostalgia about my era of youth.  Things were bad then, ask and bad now for my class, ailment the working class.  Essentially the day in and day out Drug War that was declared on my friends continues so we know we lost.  Neighborhoods all over the world are unsafe due to the Drug War.

War and Corruption make people poor, and corruption comes in the legal, and illegal.   The governments legalize some corruptions, insuring motives for gang wars.  Bad laws make for a bad society.  Drink and Drugs are Folkways, and cannot be legislated away.

Sure enough some drugs are better than others.  You'd about come to the conclusion the Nazis were come out of an awful lot of Speed, and I know when I was a Security Guard for Rochdale College, a revolutionary hub in Toronto, I worked to keep junkies and speed freaks out of the building.  It was Cocaine that was the corrupting element at that time and place, and I do say Cocaine was the worse thing that happened to my generation.  Rochdale College was both the best and worst of anarchy.  My Transcendia would put it on the airport.

Yah gottah figure that I as Security for such a place have some unique understandings of realities along with a love of the ideal.  I mean I had to fight with people at the door to the building.  I had to go looking for some guns one time.  That is a funny story actually, but hey, we can be lucky now and then, and it isn't all that funny at its core for it was come about over the freedom of a woman.  Hey one theory of mine is that all wars are over women.

I say that in the South of the US Civil War men owned, or hoped to own, both the White Women, and the Black Women, and didn't want to give that up.  Free women are difficult.  Yah gottah be a grown up to handle them.

Great ports have Women and Food.  – OKay.  I'm starting to drift here, but say, "My Past is Your Future."

Somehow the US Founding Fathers did inculcate the idea that it was a good idea not to have a theocracy.  At least they did it to a point.  It is those nations wherein the culture come from Religion, Women's Rights are regularly abrogated in the name of God, that we see a diminuation of civilization.  The nice thing about Airports internationally is that there in those airport borders, women are pretty much left alone to go about their civil business and the same rights as any other passenger.

We can build on this.  I don't have to do more than affirm what is good already about this.

You are encouraged to buy a Transcendian Flag to put up or show on a hat or bag in your travels.  I want to raise money to put Transcendian Passport offices in all International Airports.

The Transcendia.org Donate Button hasn't worked out yet.  Homeless Dog is on Amazon because at least people expect to pay a little for the work.

I have allowed advertising on Transcendia.org, but don't have any control over it.  Ain't seen any income from it yet either.

With some income I could fix this site up, so I do encourage purchase of Homeless Dog.  I think I can put together a better book if sales of Homeless Dog provide even a trickle.  

Feeling the News

There is news on the radio, drugs and on the TV and then news in papers, see and then people come up and tell you things.  Some feel that the stuff people up and tell you is most important.  A strong case can be made for that, doctor though all news needs to be taken with a critical eye.

The truth of the matter is important.  We are showered in life by mistakes and lies.

There is a need then for the transcendent philosophy that will account for the dirty truth.

I hear the news of Libya and Ivory Coast?  Cote de Overure?  "BagBo must go!"

Then I think people ask for too much right often.  In the cases of these Dictators, strongmen, Emperors, Kings, I'm for giving them a way out that cuts down on bloodshed.  I really figure it is better to treat them a bit as Napoleon was.  Sort of cool the reports of the French acting like a world power in their old colony this morning.  Let them take a little heat.  They have some real nice airplanes too.

I do like to at least imagine perfect heaven on earth.  Sometimes you have to wonder why it can't be when you see the money spent on stupidities.

Heard that people were murdered because some guy burnt a Koran.  Seems a disproportionate reaction.  It's not like he burned the only copy.  I'm sure there have been copies of that book torn apart by bad weather.  Some books I've written aren't worth reading, or ended up in a landfill somewhere.  People haven't got but so much power.  What power we do have is better used in other ways.

It is hard enough to build right.  Paul Johnson in Art, A New History argues that Architecture is the first art.  I end up in agreement with much of his thesis.  Still yah gottah have an engineer, or be one too.  Further as a photographer I think more of my art than he does.

So what I feel is that things are at heads, and am glad to see the French blundering around.  Too bad they don't seem to take Haiti back up.