And so this is yet another one of those posts that found itself posted on this blog some time a while ago in an attempt to maintain recycle this blog content for this blog and my other blog whenever blaghers block possible.

And this is yet another one of those emails I received from one of those friends group email lists. And those emails that that friend sends are kind of funny and entertaining sometimes. And so I thought to post that email on this blog because hey, it’s less writing sometimes:

One hundred years ago.

Just imagine what the next 100 years will be like. Any guesses???

1909 Ford Model R

Show this to your friends, children and/or grandchildren

THE YEAR 1909

This will boggle your mind, I know it did mine!
The year is 1909.
One hundred years ago.
What a difference a century makes!
Here are some statistics for the Year 1909 :

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The average life expectancy was 47 years.

fuel for this car was sold in drug stores only

Only 14 percent of the homes had a bathtub.

Only 8 percent of the homes had a telephone.

There were only 8,000 cars and only 144 miles

Of paved roads.

The maximum speed limit in most cities was 10 mph.

The tallest structure in the world was the Eiffel Tower

The average wage in 1909 was 22 cents per hour.

The average worker made between $200 and $400 per year ..

A competent accountant could expect to earn $2000 per year,
A dentist $2,500 per year, a veterinarian between $1,500 and $4,000 per year, and a mechanical engineer about $5,000 per year.

More than 95 percent of all births took place at HOME .

Ninety percent of all doctors had NO COLLEGE EDUCATION!

Instead, they attended so-called medical schools, many of which

Were condemned in the press AND the government as ‘substandard.

Sugar cost four cents a pound.

Eggs were fourteen cents a dozen.

Coffee was fifteen cents a pound.

Most women only washed their hair once a month, and used

Borax or egg yolks for shampoo.

Canada passed a law that prohibited poor people from

Entering their country for any reason.

Five leading causes of death were:

1. Pneumonia and influenza
2. Tuberculosis
3. Diarrhea
4. Heart disease
5. Stroke

The American flag had 45 stars..

The population of Las Vegas, Nevada, was only 30!!!!

Crossword puzzles, canned beer, and iced tea Hadn’t been invented yet.

There was no Mother’s Day or Father’s Day.

Two out of every 10 adults couldn’t read or write and

Only 6 percent of all Americans had graduated from high school..

Marijuana, heroin, and morphine were all available over the counter at the local corner drugstores. Back then pharmacists said, ‘Heroin clears the complexion, gives buoyancy to the mind,regulates the stomach and bowels, and is, in fact, a perfect guardian of health’

( Shocking? DUH! )

Eighteen percent of households had at least one full-time servant or domestic help..

There were about 230 reported murders in the ENTIRE U.S.A.!

Plus one more sad thought; 95 percent of the taxes we have now did not exist in 1909

Try to imagine what it may be like in another 100 years.

IT STAGGERS THE MIND!

Have a great history day

And as Google has sent me in search of a fifth full time job in that do not get rich internet quick thing, I find myself posting this post that found itself posted on this blog some time a while ago in an attempt to maintain content for this blog and my other blog whenever blaghers block possible.

Dear Bloggers, is there anyone out there in bloggerland who is wondering where have all the paid blogging opportunities gone? In my quest to get rich Internet quick and blah blog to billions, I have recently found myself wondering where have all the paid blogging sites gone. Lately I sometimes find myself staring at the computer for days waiting for a paid blogging opportunity to appear, so much that it reminds me of that Ode to Blogging Ode that I posted a while back that I am reposting again at the end of this post. And the reality of blogging keeps reminding me that I cannot quit my day job just yet. I have signed up with a few different pay per post, pay you to blog companies and some have paid blogging opportunities every so often, some every once in a blue moon and some every day. And if a paid blogging opportunity arises, unless your website has a Google page ranking of a 100, it’s a run, run, run, situation to get the post immediately, hurry, hurry before it’s gone! And then when there are not many or any paid posts available for the millions and billions of bloggers in the blogosphere like me with a page ranking such as this blog is, then my mind starts wandering and wondering as I am waiting for days for a paid blogging opportunity to arise. And I have read enough of those other bloggers quest for zillions blogs and enough of those how to blog to millions online tutorials and manuals and I am still wondering how can I get that Google page rank of a hundred overnight to blog to billions?

An Ode To Blogging(sung to the tune of “Mercedes Benz” by Janis Joplin)

Oh Google, won’t you give me a PageRank quickly?
My friends all have Adsense, but you banned me.
Blogged hard all my lifetime, trying to make money,
So Google, won’t you give me a PageRank quickly?

Oh Shoemoney , won’t give my blog a big plug?
I post every day, but never get Dugg.
I like how you’re bald, but don’t wear a rug,
So oh Shoemoney, won’t you give my blog a big plug?

Oh AGLOCO , won’t you give up your little green scam?
Your members flood my inbox with lots of spam.
You know that I’m not your biggest fan,
Oh AGLOCO, won’t you give up your little green scam?

Bloggers!
Oh Google, won’t you give me a PageRank quickly?
My friends all have Adsense, but you banned me.
Blogged hard all my lifetime, trying to make money,
So Google, won’t you give me a PageRank quickly?
 

And so on this day finds itself as Occupy Wall Street Day 591 here on planet earth in that country of North America. And Occupy Wall Street and those global revolutions of a movement Occupy Together are still moving fast. And so an Occupy May Day is coming up May 1st according to that Gregorian calendar on the wall, that workers of the world unite day. And that May Day 2013: NYC Schedule from that May Day website reads something like as follows. Occupy Wall Street Worldwide.
  

Schedule of Events:

10:00am – 10:30am: Occu-Evolve Speakout Against Law Day @ NYU
10:30am – 11:00am: Young Workers: March with TWU! @ Bryant Park
11:00am – 2:30pm: Free University @ Copper Union
12:00pm – 2:00pm: Immigrant Worker Justice Tour
12:00pm – 4:00pm: May 1 Coalition Activities @ Union Square
12:00pm – 2:00pm: Occupy to Save the People’s Post Office @ Washington Square Park
1:00pm – (?): Anti-Capitalist March @ Tompkins Square
2:30pm – 4:00pm: 99 Pickets Solidarity Swarm @ Union Square
3:00pm – 4:00pm: Citywide Student Convergence @ Peter Cooper Park
3:00pm – 5:00pm: Resistance Is Fertile: Love Bomb Seed Bombs
4:00pm – 5:30pm: Unified Rally for Immigrant Rights & Worker Rights @ Union Square
5:15pm – 7:00pm: Unified March for Immigrant & Worker Rights
6:00pm – 7:30pm: Rally for Labor & Citizen’s Rights @ City Hall
7:00pm – 8:30pm: May Day People’s Assembly / Asamblea del Pueblo del 1ero de Mayo @ Foley Square
7:30pm – 8:30pm: Occu-Evolve Kimani Gray Memorial Assembly @ Zuccotti Park

Additional Info:

• http://maydaynyc.org/
• http://occuevolve.com/upcoming-actions/
• http://occupyguitarmy.tumblr.com/post/48872398039/may-day-schedule
• http://may1.info/
• https://www.facebook.com/events/448314865245294/
• http://maydaynyc.tumblr.com/
• http://actionresourcefund.org/

Hey again bloggers or whoever could be reading this blagh. And so I came across this video the other day that has to do with The Boston Marathon Bombings, an incident that has befallen that city of Boston in that country of America that seems to be somewhere along the lines of 9/11 that may not have been seen since the days of 9/11. And this incident that has consumed the past weeks headline news happened on Patriots Day and seems to have something to do with terrorism that resulted in many articles, amongst one of them titled American democracy in shambles. And so that video image brings to mind that No Police State song whose lyrics go something like:

The place was martiallawville two thousand and one
and everywhere I looked I saw people with guns
standing on the corner in uniforms
full of torture devices for if you stray from the norm
they’ll stop you over here and they’ll stop you over there 
they’ll stop you anywhere and they won’t even care
as they shake you down and throw you on the ground 
put their foot on you and then kick you around 
they’ll punch you and they’ll beat you till you’re almost dead
I couldn’t take it no more and so I said
No Police State. yeah, that’s right, no policy state. 
I screamed No Police State. No Police State. 

And so, I left the street and then I went to the store 
but as I walked through the metal detector
I could not get through because this man at the door
in a uniform called security 
with a criminal record worser than you and me
he took my bags and my belongings too
and he said the words we are surveilling you
with plain clothes spies and close circuit cameras
inspection devices and ten way mirrors
and so I started shopping from aisle to aisle
but I could hear them all the while
they murmured, they whispered and then they said
come with us your time is at hand
to be mocked, scourged, tried, tempted and afflicted
and crucified and persecuted in this wilderness 
I said to them deliver me I did not do a thing 
they said I did and that was it and so I screamed
No Police State. yeah, that’s right, no policy state
I screamed No Police State. No Police State.

And so, I went home and I felt secure
until the evil knocked at my door 
it was a legion of men it was an army 
and they called themselves the authority 
who were concerned for my safety 
so they said to me can they see some ID 
to use against you as you will see
our king he owns the land and he even owns you
so this is what we’re gonna do
they trashed my place, they tore it upside down
they took everything and then they threw it around 
then they wanted to put me under their care
cause it looked like I could not take care of my affairs 
so I took no further thought for what I was gonna say
cause they were gonna search and seize me anyway
and so I screamed, No Police State yeah that’s right, no policy state
I screamed No Police State. No Police State.  

Peace on earth and goodwill to all mankind.

And so I saw someone post this post on facebook that went something like:

“Last night my friend went to the ladies room at the theater and while I waited, 6 or 7 people were waiting outside with me. Some standing, some sitting, like me. I wanted to strike up a conversation about the movie we all had just seen. “What did you think about so and so?” “How about that scene?” “That guy really can act!” You know, basic human conversation. But I couldn’t. Every single person was staring down at their stupid phone. Every. Single. One. “

And so that post reminded of this post that was posted on this blog some time a while ago.

Hey Bloggers, and today in America at least, is it the world also? This day seems to be finish giving ones social security mark of the beast 666 number tax day where one gives unto Caesar what is Ceasers. And who is Ceaser anyway? And for what reason does the word Caeser sound like CZAR. and in other thoughts, what’s up with technology these days. Is this the result? I was sitting on that MTA subway train the other day going my way listening to their prerecorded terrorize the riders with those “If you see something say something” messages and I noticed that practically everyone on the train has a wire hanging out of their ears with some sort of walkman like, I guess iPod like device, listening to or watching something on the other end. And those who were not attached to wires were staring at or fidgeting with cell phones of some sort. And this all seemed like some sort of scene out of a science fiction movie to me as I seem stuck in the stone age of technology or something. And then there are those people who are walking around town with mini, tiny cell phones attached to their ears. Hugh? And then there are those almost non stop telemarketer phone calls that one seems to get all day long and night with what seemingly seems like every sales pitch under the son that man can think of. And those telemarketer calls seem to be automated and voice activated these days with prerecorded messages pitching some sort of product with some sort of persons prerecorded voice in every single emotion that one can think of. And these prerecorded voices even seem to speak to answering machines, and can even fill up an answering machine if one is not careful to empty those messages on that answering machine in time. How long have I been stuck in the technology stone age? What has technology done to humanity. Is this the result, a robot nation? Have a great technology day.

Hey again bloggers, or whoever could be reading this blagh. And there was an Occupy Art Show in that city and state of Newark, New Jersey last night. And I know there was an Occupy Art Show in Newark last night because that video that finds itself posted above says so. And Newark happens to be that city that finds itself next to Jersey City that finds itself next to Hoboken, New Jersey that also finds itself next to that great city of Babylon, also known as New York City, with a bunch of other cities in between. And if I must blogger say, it was great to meet Leonard Abrams, publisher of The East Village Eye at this event also and then to read his story on E.V. Grieve. And in case you haven’t heard, on this day finds itself as Occupy Wall Street Day 568. And Occupy Wall Street and those global revolutions of a movements Occupy Together are still moving fast. And this Occupy Art event found itself Occupy Wall Street interesting. Occupy Art Worldwide.

And so I find myself posting another one of those posts that found itself posted on this blog some time a while ago in an attempt to maintain content for this blog and my other blog whenever blaghers block possible.

Another Ode To Blogging

Hey Bloggers, and I have actually posted these following passages on this blog before some time in time a while ago. And every so often I think of of these passages in my blogaholicness. And as I read them again these days, months and seemingly years later, they still seem all the more clear:

50 Signs You’re A Blogaholic

Are you addicted to blogging? You know you blog too much if:

1. You have to turn back on your way to the airport because you forgot to “tell” your blog that you’re going away.
2. You sneak off during a date to check your hit stats.
3. You update Twitter about your life more than you actually live it.
4.You think LSD is something to do with RSS or XML.
5. Your family don’t call anymore, they just check your blog.
6. You have daydreams about links from Boing Boing.
7. You pray to Steve Pavlina.
8. You eat blogging. You sleep blogging. You drink coffee.
9. You think Nike should make a shirt that says “just blog it”.
10. You would buy it if they did.
11.You’re considering naming your first-born child Scoble.
12.You start conversations with the phrase “top 10 ways to…” because you think it will get you on the front page of Digg.
13.You’re listening to the travel news and get excited by the phrase “heavy traffic”.
14.You moblog your own wedding.
15.You keep a blog ideas notepad by your bed. And you go to bed early just so you can write in it.
16.You check your Adsense revenue more than your bank account.
17.You’ve got more “blog friends” than “real life” friends.
18.You turn down invitations to go out because you haven’t yet written your post for the day.
19.You introduce yourself at parties as a “new media journalist”.
20.Your breakfast of choice is toast, cornflakes and Google reader.
21.You care more about what Technorati says about your authority than what your children do.
22.You’ve got “Custom CSS for Dummies” on your Christmas list.
23.You think the 3 Rs are Reading, Writing and RSS.
24.You can’t remember what you did last week without consulting your blog.
25.Your blogroll is longer that your cell’s phonebook.
26.You think “I wonder how this’ll look on Flickr?” when posing for photos.
27.When asked to feed the dog, you think “RSS or Atom?”
28.The only time your friends hear your voice is on your podcast.
29.You include ownership of your blog in your will.
30.You know what a blog carnival is.
31.You’ve participated in one.
32.You wonder if they do vacations at the Googleplex.
33.Under the hobbies section of an online dating profile you just put “Googling myself”.
34.Your licence plate matches your domain name.
35.Your lifetime goal is achieving a Page Rank of 10.
36.People in the street recognise you from your MyBlogLog photo.
37.You have a scorn for Xanga users normal people reserve for rapists and serial killers.
38.You refuse to wear black hats because you think it will affect your SEO.
39.You got that last one.
40.You have more than three friends with numbers in their names.
41.You’ve ever used the term “blawg” in conversation.
42.Blogger.com is banned on your office network.
43.You try to offer links as a form of payment in restaurants.
44.You start getting withdrawal symptoms when you go a day without posting.
45.You met your girlfriend/boyfriend through a blog.
46.You get more “approve this comment” e-mail messages than spam.
47.People worry about you when you do not post for a day.
48.The name Kubrick means more to you than the director of A Clockwork Orange.
49.You make the wrong post to the wrong blog on the wrong day.
50.You finish reading this and go to make a post with your own additions
 

And on this day in North America finds itslef as Occupy Wall Street Day 550. And Occupy Wall Street and those global revolutions of a movement Occupy Together are still moving fast, well, sort of. And that google page rank update is still sending me in search of a fifth full time job when that get rich internet quick thing does not get rich internet quick. And so I find myself blaghing about a Stop Stop and Frisk event that finds itself in that city of New York on this day. And it is an event that has something to do with a We Want Justice For Kimani Gray Facebook event invite that also has something to do with an article titled Nine terrifying facts about America’s biggest police force, that says something about that the NYPD has expanded into a massive global anti – terror operation with military capabilities. And it is also an article that has something to do with an Occupy the NRA Google+ page that also has something to do with guns, gun violence and a police state that could also have something to do with an Occupy Racism Facebook Page. And the text of that facebook event invite reads something like “Rally outside 1 police plaza with elected officials from Brooklyn to support police reform and stop the policy of Stop and Frisk.” And what, if anything, does this have to do with a No Police State.

And so the next holiday coming up here in North America must be Easter again. And I know that that holiday of Easter is coming up again soon without even looking at that Gregorian calendar on the wall because all of those store displays of aisles of Easter candy, colors and decoration says so. And there seems to be candy, decorations and colors associated with each holiday on the calendar according to those store end of the aisle displays. And so I find myself posting another one of those blog posts that found itself posted on this blog some time a while ago in an attempt to maintain content for this blog and my other blog whenever blaghers block possible. And though this post doesn’t really have anything to do with Easter, it does have something to do with the church, sort of. Happy Holy Days.

This Holy Week thing is making me wonder, are churches the most segregated places on planet earth? I just realized that every time I want to go to church I have to find a church mass, communion and religious worship service for my “Demonination” my nationality. For what reason can’t all churches welcome everyone regardless of your race, color or creed. The one place where one goes to find God and be free is not free, it’s segregated by nationality and denominations. It’s either all Christian, all Protestant, all Jewish, all Episcopalian, all Catholic, all Muslim, all Buddhist or all something else.
This Tower of Babel confusion of the languages, cultures and nations thing has got me confused.
And what if I want to go to church with someone who is not my nationality? We’d have to look around really hard to find a church that would accept both of our nationalities. I do believe there are some free, liberal, multicultural and diverse churches who welcome everyone such as Interfaith, Unitarian and Universalist churches who approach faith, religion and spirituality in a non traditional, creedless and non dogmatic way and have no creedal requirements imposed on their members. Times Square Church in Manhattan is an example of this. But for the most part, churches have always remained segregated.
I am losing faith in the churches for this reason, they seem Saint Hypocritical and Saint Elitist in their God loves you for who you are speeches. Where can I go to find God and not be judged by the color of my skin? Should I just become an Atheist? Happy Easter.
 

The only thing constant is change. Some stories do not end as you expect and everything happens for a reason.  And it is the grim reaper that people seem to be born to die and some are cursed at birth and one can only play with the cards they are dealt with. You take a deep breath and you jump and you hope that there is water at the bottom of the pool when you land.  And there is someone who will not always be there. And the memory of you is forgotten. It is the saddest story ever told.  And a bunch of other sayings and philosophies on this blogging day. And so this day seems as if it wants to post that poem below that has found itself on this blog sometime a while ago in an attempt to maintain content for this blog and my other blog whenever blaghers block possible.

I am no Queen
I sit a widow and shall see sorrow
I kannot walk any further
my journey may end here
there are no words to take away the pain
to replace a person who is gone
my eyes are dim and heavy with grief
I kannot close them
I do not wish to see the darkness they hold
this thing which I have greatly feared
has come upon me with trembling
kausing all my bones to shake
I am scared with dreams and terrified
with visions of what will my funeral be like
when I die today at this very moment
will there be a funeral
who will come and who will pay
will they eulogize me and what will they say
leave me to sit and decay
make me your centerpiece in a chair dressed up dead
preserve me with spices, mummify me
let the birds of the air pluck me
the beast of the field tear me
till I be consumed by maggots and
dust and fly away when I die
there hath been no greater love than
that which hath been
it is the sound of Rachael mourning for
the children that never were
no one to comfort her
no where to wail lament save the ocean
why died they not from the womb
why died they not the breast prevent them from suck
why died they not the knees prevent them
why died they not give up the ghost that
no light shine upon this day
cursed be the man that saith the child is born this day
it is the wake of a funeral procession about to begin
it was a sunny day that day across the street from the graveyard
and we all laid down in our coffins to die

Have a great life, death and poetry day.