The Days of Our Weeks.

January 2, 2008

A play on words occurs to me.  What if Saturday was a derivative of Satyr’s Day?

The Satyrs roamed the woods and mountains of Greece as male companions of Dionysus & Pan.  Satyrs are often associated with sex-drive and were depicted with uncontrollable erections.  In the least, this speculation sounds like a reasonable basis for understanding the purpose of Saturday night.

Funny, right?!  Well then, what do the names of days mean & where do they come from?  I researched the answer (briefly).

Sunday = Day of the Sun: Hemera Heliou (Greek) – Dies Solis (Roman/latin) – Sunnandaeg (Germanic).

Monday = Day of the Moon: Selenes Hemera (Greek) – Lunae Dies (Roman/latin) – Monandaeg (Germanic).

Tuesday = Day of War: Areos Hemera (Greek) – Dies Martis (Roman/latin) – Tiwesdaeg (Germanic).

Wednesday = Day of Art / Poetry: Dies Mercurii (Roman/latin) – Wodnesdaeg (Germanic).

Thursday = Day of Storm / Reckoning: Dios Hemera (Greek) – Jovis Dies (Roman/latin) – Purresdaeg (Germanic).

Friday = Day of Love: Aphrodites Hemera (Greek) – Dies Veneris (Roman/latin) – Frigedaeg (Germanic).

Saturday = Day of Harvest / Reaping: Kronou Hemera (Greek) – Saturni Dies (Roman/latin) – Saeterdaeg (Germanic).

Here are the various gods associated with each day:

Sunday – the sun

Monday – the moon

Tuesday – Ares, Mars, Tiu (gods of war)

Wednesday – Mercury, Odin (gods associated with communication, wisdom, poetry)

Thursday – Zeus, Jupiter, Thor (gods of thunder)

Friday – Aphrodite, Venus, Frigga (Freya) (goddesses of love & fertility)

Saturday – Cronus, Saturn (titan/god associated with the harvest)

Everything follows the same pattern – Greek, Roman, then Germanic.  More importantly, there are no references to conventional religious figures.  Mind you, almost all mythology is astrological (astronomical) in source and orientation.

Sunday = The Sun

Monday = The Moon

Tuesday = Mars

Wednesday = Mercury

Thursday = Jupiter

Friday = Venus

Saturday = Saturn

These are the primary interstellar bodies which were visible to our two-thousand plus year old ancestors.  These are the big-movers in our historic skies, the masters of our ancient galaxy.  So powerful and influential, that all the world’s mythologies are rooted within them, the greatest personalities have been attributed to them and our future is (astrologically) bound with them.

These are the days of our weeks.


Once I had a bunch of moral fibre (but it went through my system pretty quick)

November 7, 2007

I don’t know the first thing about seconds.  The truth of the matter is I like throwing Frisbees to myself.  I love the dignity of the parabola.  The golden equation, the sum.  Some is too much.  Chocolate smiles too sweet to smudge with a touch.  Lick it, lump it, like it.  When did fudge become a mistake to make?  I rub my eyes full of glittering flies.  Blue.  Electric.  Eclectic, almost like electric if you don’t pay attention.  I’d be surprised if most people’s attention could span a puddle. 

We’re getting Googlephrenic.  The idea of disgoogleplexia is heightened by infinity plus one.  The numbers never end.  There is nothing but empty space.

I wonder if they’ll ever have McDonald’s Restaurant theme parks for all the little chubby kids.  Eat your shorts for good, nutritional Christian values.  It’s not supposed to make scents, but it stinks no matter how you slice it.  I recommend using your hands and ripping, but that doesn’t always work out for some of the saucier things in life. 

What can you do about googlephrenia?  I don’t know, Google it.  The spinning wheel, karmic in nature, stops on a dollar.  Bits of a puzzle up the barkers sleeve.  Religion is so medieval.  Shit.  Think of something else.   You know what I meme? 

Know, no, I mean, now, how brown cow?  If they made chocolate milk, I’d be sucking those teats ’til the farmers came home.  I don’t want to offend Hindus.  I rather like the art.  Beautiful intricate colours.  I don’t know anything about famine, except for the guilt I feel from cheating on the thirty-hour version.  Fuckin’ charity, what is it these days?  A corporation under a different guise. 

Shit stinks.  I think that’s why we call it shit.  We say so many things smell like shit, but they don’t really all smell exactly like shit, not even all shit smells the same.  That would be weird.  What would the world be like if we spoke with our mouths, but ate with our bums?  The food court would be a lot uglier. 

What does crude mean to you?  What does rude have to do with crude, other than the price we pay?  I’m on a plane, wake up snickers, I have a sweet suite to suit all my wants, but none of my needs.  All these weeds.  How is cleanliness close to godliness?  Priorities ward back, beckon thee to reckon thee. 

A yahoo is a beast of burden, a human slave to horses.  Is this what you want?  Horses are fleet of foot.  We’d be too, if we stayed on all fours.  That would be strange, huh?  Quadrupeds, eating out of our asses.  At least there’d be some time when we weren’t talking out of them.  Too many people talk shit.  Not a bad breath statement.  I might have something to say about that, but I locked all the workers out of my olfactory.  Commie bastards.  None of them can play the drums worth a ruble. 

America is going down with their dollar and sense.  If life without a gun in my face means death, then death it is, ’cause you can’t control anyone or anything for long.  If I’m going down because of you, I’m taking you too.  Ya dig? 

I once had a nightmare about digging holes.  Each hole was assigned an numeric value, more like an algebraic equation.  The nightmarish was that no matter how many holes I dug, I couldn’t surpass a certain sum.  I woke up sweaty and terrified.  I didn’t sleep for the rest of the night.  2001 was on TV.  I should give that movie another shot.  I was in a poor frame of mind.  I shouldn’t live with regret, but that would mean I’d have to forget.  What?  Not sure.  No matter how much I forget, it never changes the regret.  Some things are carved into bone. 

Once I had a whole bunch of moral fibre, but it went through my system pretty quick.  That’s the title.  That’s how things are named in these here parts.

Funny thing is I don’t know what’s mine and what belongs to someone else.  I don’t know if plagiarism applies to a memory without footnotes, end notes, ibids or et als.  We’re all crazy.  We can’t agree on cake.  I like the icing that gives you a cocaine like sugar high.  You know the icing in which you can crunch the granules of sugar.  Still mostly empty space.  Hard to picture.  Harder to imagine.

All apologies and a thousand more, but I’m still going to slam the door.  I don’t want to see you anymore.  You’re a whole other whore.  None of this real.  Nothing I feel.  The opposite of love is indifference and I am finally indifferent.  It doesn’t matter, because matter is mostly empty space, like an excuse.  No substance other than forgetting.  I’ve lost count of the leaves in the trees, but the planes are lining up ninety seconds apart on the skyway.  Nothing is forever, not even energy as we know it. 

The truth of the matter is that I like white chocolate cake with my name scrawled in sweet icing sugar.  I have a big belly.  So there we are…word count 856.  666+190.  I wonder what the six-hundredth and sixty-sixth word was?  I should’ve paid attention.  My attention span is a short toothpick bridge.  Everything is a joke, especially this, that and the other thing, like an algebraic equation for holes, the variables are yours to tell.

Nothing is Real, but Chaos

September 29, 2007

“Nothing is real and we cannot say anything about what things are doing when we are not looking at them.”  This is a working rule of quantum physics.  In effect, “Something has to be observed to be real.”  But we’re faulty viewers who can only see ‘big things’ within a very limited spectrum of light & we have a tendency to misinterpret what we observe.

“In all natural processes the entropy of the world increases.”  This is the 2nd Law of Thermodynamics.  Entropy is the measure of disorder in a process (system) or energy lost due to a lack of equilibrium.  In effect, all natural processes will degenerate into disorder and energy loss.  I have a tendency to interpret things philosophically, but isn’t this a perfect description of the world which we’ve created?

We seem to be organized.  We have telecommunications, public transit, international flights, global positioning systems, the Internet, etc.  We keep a mass of complex schedules meshed together and running relatively smoothly.  But if we were to put this ‘high-energy’ system slightly out of balance (remove public transit or radar, for instance) – the system would quickly degenerate into chaos and the result would be energy loss (slowing down).

If we were to put the system seriously out of whack (i.e. remove electricity – shutting down all organizing systems) and the system would collapse in an astronomical instant, which is marginally longer than an earthly instant!

Don’t worry about it, though.  According to the 2nd Law – the breakdown I write of is inevitable.  It WILL happen.


I know not, but the more we rely on technology we do not fully understand, the more susceptible we are to chaos.

Think about your life…what do you do that does not require some form of electricity (energy)?  Reading in the sunlight?  Where did the paper come from?  What about the ink and the binding?  Going for a walk?  You need energy (calories) to do that.  Are you growing your own food?  Probably not.  The current oil to calorie ratio is something like 10:1.  It takes 10 units of fuel to produce 1 unit of caloric (food) energy.  So that walk you thought was free, is not.

We cannot do anything without some source of fuel energy.  The entire system is built upon it.

That little Y2K scare was a warm up.

The Kind Face of Prejudice (What if your parents are racists?)

September 13, 2007

Imagine one of your parents sends you an email, a ‘joke’ email regarding the nomenclature of hurricanes not being representative of all US cultures (a legitimate point which was brought before the US Congress in 2003).  The tone of the ‘joke’ is derogatory & racist.  Your parent didn’t write it.  They just forwarded it from some other email or website (I don’t know).  ‘Joke’ or no ‘joke’, the content of the email is endorsed by the sender when sent.


If you found the ‘joke’ funny, then you don’t really have a problem with your parents but with racial sensitivity & should probably stop reading here.


If you were upset about the email, then you probably found yourself with a little bit of a quandary.  What do you do?  (If you hope I have advice, you better stop reading here!)


I believe people demean themselves while degrading others.  I don’t think ignorance can make anyone look anything other than stupid.  Do you talk to them about your feelings?  Talking to people about racism is similar to discussing their driving, insofar as no one believes they are a bad driver.  They would almost certainly be upset that you could think such a thing about them.  Do you ignore it and keep the peace?  What kind of peace would you be keeping?  Probably not your own.

In my mind, any kind of discord is total discord.  There’s no such thing as a small problem.  Everything is a seed waiting to bloom and prosper.

There’s a saying that goes something like, “You can’t reason irrational ideas out of people.”  So, is all of this an exercise in futility?  Is there a solution to racism other than fighting the problem within yourself?

I have my share of socialized preconceptions about various races.  I’ve learned most of it through family, some through friends.  I’ve spent the last thirteen years working on deprogramming myself.  It’s not easy when you’re pretty much alone in the effort.  I try to believe in the inherent goodness of people.  I try to imagine myself as a solitary foreigner in distant parts of the world – downtown Calcutta, or driving alone in Hong Kong.  Nothing would make sense to me.  I can’t think of many situations in which I would feel lonelier.  I don’t think many others would feel any different, but I can only speak for myself.

I love culture.  I love different perspectives, ideas and realities.  I can learn a lot about myself as I learn about you.  And like the song says, ‘We are the world.’  For every person we don’t understand, there’s another who doesn’t understand us.  There’s a lot to learn about.  Yeah, there’s crap in the world – it’s a biological function, a byproduct of the body at large, but the body itself can still be beautiful.

I don’t think I should one’s race at fault for a flaw in their character.  Simple fact – there are idiots everywhere.  If we were all held accountable for the actions of all our idiotic predecessors, then we would live in a world very similar to the one we do!!

But this is the paradox – if you should treat everyone with kindness and respect, then you should address issues of disrespect or lack of kindness with an intent to reach a resolution.  You need to upset the peace in order to acheive peace.  You have to do so in such a way as to not be disrespectful yourself, as much as you might disrespect racism (or some other insensitivity).  The idea is to get other people thinking.  Awareness is half the battle.

I went to the dentist yesterday.  He asked if I get a lot of headaches.  I do.  He told me I grind my teeth and it’s probably causing some of these headaches.  I did not know I was grinding.  I did not know it would contribute to my headaches.  Now, I am aware.  I am watching for it.  I want to stop it.  Most importantly, the dentist gave me evidence of my actions – the tops of my teeth are flattening.

Flip this example into our current dilemma.  Take the racist email, deconstruct it and show how it is offensive.  Ask your parent what they found amusing about it.  It is possible a new consciousness will arise within them.

Words can heal or destroy the world.  Kindness can save everyone from themselves.

Kill, Beat & Steal.

September 10, 2007

It occurred to me last night that any philosophy based on speculation is, at it’s most basic foundation,  a religion, insofar as it requires faith from the subscriber.

How is Kierkegaard’s existentialism different from Buddha’s Four Noble Truths?  Or Nietzsche’s Superman from Jesus Christ, Mohammed, or David?  All of these are ideas, the product of a general need to make sense of things.

Our realities are primarily based on speculation and faith.  We don’t know very much and it frightens us or we’re blissfully ignorant.  I don’t which is worse.  I’m often of the frame of mind where I seek & destroy my ignorance.  But this is the funny thing about ignorance – you don’t know what you don’t know.  You don’t know if what you know is right.  You can’t believe anyone.  Everything is subjective and most people live by ‘survival of the fittest’, so you had better look out for yourself.

Neo-conservatism, liberalism, fascism, communism – there’s a long list of political philosophies, all of them are based on social control (or lack thereof, laisse-faire!).  There are so many ideas to believe in.  Yet, experience has shown that none of them actually work.  Why?  We are inherently uncontrollable.  Fear is the only thing that can pacify us.

“The only thing we have to fear is fear itself.”  Kennedy knew what he was talking about.  It was a direct reference to government use of fear (psychological operations) to exert control over populations.  Manufactured fear.  Fear is the one and only social control which ever really had any historic success, but it doesn’t usually last long and the end is violent for the scare mongerers.  When people are frightened for long periods of time, they have a tendency to stockpile anger and there comes a point when a critical mass of people boil over.

So fear doesn’t really work either, but it’s the best of a motley lot!

There are certain things we all agree upon, regardless of where we’re from.  It is unpleasant when someone in your family is killed.  It is unpleasant when you or someone in your family is maltreated.  It is unpleasant when you or someone in your family are robbed.  Everything else is open to regional (individual) interpretation.

How do you correct the historical injustices which resulted from killing, beating and stealing?  I don’t know.

But there’s another thing to consider.  The nucleus does not survive without the sound functioning of the cell.  The cell does not survive without the sound functioning of the host organism.  The host organism does not survive without the sound functioning of it’s environment.

There is a balance in the Universe.  We have to find it and maintain it.

A Rambling Bit of Catharsis from the Diary of an Uncertified MadMan

September 1, 2007

Two black cats, one the Goddess of Wisdom & the other an abandoned Princess; Sofia & Yasodhara (Sodhara, for short).  What do I know about wisdom or loss?  What do I know about suffering?  I don’t know anything other than that everyone suffers in their own right and everyone carries a self-contained bit of wisdom, something passed from parent to child eternal.  You can learn alot about people through their suffering.  You can learn everything about people through how they suffer.  The root of suffering is desire.  The end of desire is the end of suffering.  Yasodhara suffered for a man who brought this wisdom into the world.

Why do we make each other suffer?  I don’t understand.  My head hurts tonight.  An act of viciousness from thirteen years ago.  Seismic pressure in my skull, very sensitive to the touch.  It fucking kills.  Some bastard tried to kill me.  Couldn’t, not me.  On nights like tonight, I kind of wish he did.  What act of desire brought me this suffering?  What lessons can I learn from this pain?  I don’t know.  The only thing that really becomes evident is the distance between myself and everyone else.

We are alone with our deepest fears.  We can’t express something so intangible as that which terrorizes our spirits and souls.  There are no words for it, not in English anyway.  What am I running from?  The thing I need to get away from is right here and will always be right here.  There is no peace inside, not anymore.  It was disrupted one night thirteen years ago.  I am angry.  I am frustrated.  I am tired. 

I am growing misanthopic, but am full of love.  I can relate to children and animals and they to me.  I appreciate their purity, their raw innocence.  We teach them to possess.  We teach them to desire.  We teach them to suffer.  We teach them to make others suffer.  We teach them to make people like me.  Nothing to lose, nothing to gain.  All I want is for the headaches to go away.  They remind me…

What is the meaning of memory?  An odd thing, memory.  I don’t remember anything of that night after the first blow was struck.  I remember only what other people remembered and told me afterwards.  Eye-witnesses rarely agree when recalling events, especially stressful events.  I am several steps removed from my own experience.  I remember nothing of my own, other than a few brief and sporadic flashes, which don’t really have any substance. 

Our memories deceive us.  The world before your eyes is like a memory.  It is deceiving.  There is always more than you can see.  Sight is interpretative.  You are your world.  Your reality is you.  Almost nothing of what you see actually exists in any place other than your mind.  I live in a world where everyone is completely self-consumed.  What does that tell you about me?  I am introspective, bordering on self-consumption.  But I am looking for answers, enlightenment and am tearing myself to shreds for the sake of humanity!

For instance, the thing which people hate the most about other people is the thing they might hate most about themselves.  They wouldn’t be aware of the behaviour otherwise.

My problem is I don’t want to appear stupid, be stupid, or have anything related to stupid, but I’m stupid.  I work really hard at knowing things.  For what purpose?  I don’t know.  To not be stupid, I guess!  This is cathartic.  Everything is a piece to the puzzle of humanity.  Everything is worthwhile.  We are remarkable among animals.  The Universe would exist without us, but would it be understood?  There’s an age old philosophical question.

I’m alive for a reason.  What is it?  Pretty presumptuous for me to believe there’s a reason for me to be, but I do.  What can I do for the world, for humanity?  What can I do to make a difference?  I don’t know.  I am a little bit of an abnormality.  I believe in a God, but not religion.  I believe in order and justice, but not government.  I believe in people, but not the notion of nation, nationality or patriotism.

The root of evil is misunderstanding.  Why would God strike down the Tower of Babel?  A jealous, envious God?  Why would God scatter tongues and manufacture misunderstanding?  Strange myth, that one.  Anyways…

I don’t believe in the things we’ve manufactured to separate us from each other.  This is what I’ve learned from my mental separation.  But I can’t break those bonds.  I am still separate.  You are still apart from me.  We are not yet a Human Tribe.  I don’t believe it will ever happen.  We are in the peak of an avalanche.  There ain’t no stoppin’ now!  So I’m a little reclusive.  And most of the rest of you are blessedly oblivious.

Does any of it really matter?  I don’t know.  Maybe I’m blessedly oblivious as well.

Food & Fresh Water

June 21, 2007

If you ever wonder why we (humans) are engaged in constant warfare, just watch how chimpanzees establish and defend their feeding grounds.  It’s marvelous, for chimps (our closest relative), but not so for us.  Aren’t we supposed to be more intelligent than a jungle creature?  Oops…we are jungle creatures, the smartest of the them all (according to us!).  We’re intelligent enough to envision ideals, but not wise enough to achieve them. 

 Just by virtue of our numbers, we’ve thrown the natural balance of nature out of whack.  The feeding chain is very top heavy & soon the foundation will crack, crumble and collapse.  Nationalism will overtake self-determination in the struggle for survival in the tough times which are bound to come.  We will give up our liberty for some fresh water and real food.  If a Nation cannot provide, it will be swallowed by one which can. 

We need to make some hard decisions regarding our collective future.  We need to re-establish the natural balance of the planet.  This will have to include moderating population growth, harnessing natural sources of energy & a more equitable distribution of wealth.

It will never happen.  The planet will do it for us.  The strong are more likely to survive & there is none stronger (here) than Earth, so odds are in the planet’s favour.