Because of Sition

  In consequence of certain circumstance beyond the clutches of my control, I am condemned to contributing considerable chunks of time and energy into other projects.  The reason for this unreasonable turn of events is sition, a fanciful appellation for a frightfully real phenomena. It is pronounced like aquisition, without the aqui...and the word was forged in the furnace of our faculties.  The term represents that compelling internal force to do something you had not particularly wanted to, but you know you should do because it is particularly the right thing to do, which thing others, whom you admire and respect, are already doing or will be doing presently. Do not mistake this with external force, blackmail, or other malicious forms of powerful persuasion, for it stems more from respect, trust, a stricken conscience, and/or a weak mind.  For example, our present situation at the present time. One of our number, a wiser and more experienced one, decided to live on a rigorous schedule in order to accomplish more of the important tasks required by each day. If any person wants something of that sort, that is fine, but one can not help but see the benefits of such a scheme and a zephyr of sition ruffles your senses. Then that individual invited anyone who wanted to join, sition turns into a incessant breeze. Others around you volunteer, some even enthusiastically. Great gusts of gale force wind plow into your will power enshrouding you, covering you, tumbling, turning, bearing you away into a more serious reflection on the fragile faults of your reluctance. The stage was set, the deed was done, you find yourself enlisting in change for the better.  Some call it friendly peer pressure, I call it sition.  Let me tell you why.  Before I lived happily ever after, someone suggested to me that there was opposition in all things, and before this idea could ossify in my mind I discovered a fallacy.  Where others may enjoy a variety of options, I, having 11 parents (9 happen to be my older siblings), somehow was always presented with only one choice. Instead of experiencing opposition in even a few things, all I ever felt was sition in all things. This all occurred once upon a time. Consequently, a rigorous schedule equates an elimination of the abundant extra time at my disposal to host and post.
   Having thus explained my absence, I return to give an exceptionally incomplete review of our comings and goings, our doings and undoings, our falling and failings, etc.

For example, felling timber.  By the way, the person shown is an Australian missionary, not Graham on steroids. 

One of Isaac's favorite things to, and which he does well. He was in the process of making a bookshelf. The book shelf is complete, and still we have not taken a picture of it, and, please, direct all complaints to our director of photography Monsieur Isaac. 

This is a pretty accurate depiction of our days.  Work hours happen to be during the hottest part of the day. Better that than during the mosquitoes' daily evening feasts. That point is debatable!

This might be a more accurate depiction of what we really feel.

We have to include the invention that makes each day worth living.

Resting from your labors on Sunday positively implies enjoying good food, and a good conversation to wash it down. 

There seems to be an informal competition around here, because of which everyone has started exploring new horizons in the desert...I mean dessert.

This was an all time favorite of cashew cream cheese, chunks of dates, coconut chocolate mouse, and more.  The artisan of this award winner was Mani.

   The moral of this story could not possibly be one of submission to doing what you know is right.  Even if it looks black and terrible at first, and gradually you realize how satisfying and good it actually is. That is what I discovered about our new schedule. It is great! I guess we could have said you are what you want to be. But then how come I do not feel any stronger or fuller?

   P.H. D., who seeks what a host or a post want most.  What is it they seek?  The answer to the question just posed.  

   Though schedules generally make one more predictable, do not be deceived, because you never know when I will post again. 

Blazing Ahead!

Down to business! We have hardly had half the time and energy we used to have, as our time is now eaten up in practical productive pursuits. Hopefully no one remembers the first disastrous dehydrator devised by us intellectuals.  Because, as I said anteriorly, the only way it could have been worse is if it combusted spontaneously. Luckily, our inefficient plastic bottles rendered any heat creation impossible and safe from any incinerating hazard.

Also, as advised aforehand, another attempt is underway. However, this plan involves metallurgical instruction in order to accurately accomplish the required efforts. Angle grinders are a great way to “spark” these inclinations.

Cutting metal is pretty straightforward, but this is where we could have used a professional tutor.

Why does everyone make welding look so easy? Our second banana’s (Graham) first attempt, as shown, may not get a blue ribbon or anything, but it sure looked better than the rest of our wearisome wrestlings with the unwieldy welding machine.

No project is without its distractions, but this time the camera was close at hand. Some people say you should stay focused, and I concur.  Those same people should tell our photographer that, but nice picture anyway! J

Isaac also experienced the eerie electrical enlightenment.  With the combined efforts of myself, Isaac, and the second banana, we have completed the primary welding job, and when it falls to pieces, we will engage in the secondary welding overhaul.  If for some unimaginable reason, problems persist we might have to scrap it and procure yet another bigger, better, more complicated, and more difficult idea on which to whet our manufacturing mania.

I thought I would just enblog this one because I like the picture, and with a little stretch of the conjuring faculties we could probably find some relation between this and the previous pictures, with maybe the exception of the bushy black butterfly.

   Is story the of moral the; where one welding rod finishes is a good place to start another, unless of course you like sporadic agglomerations of welds here, there, and everywhere. You might think we like that, too. Be not deceived! On the other hand, experience may not be the fastest of all teachers, but usually is more convincing.  It can just be a little confusing sometimes to figure out what she is trying to teach.

   Again the Post Host, David, and whoever accused me of being a post hole digger pretty much hit the mosquito in the eye…boy, I wonder where he gets his information? Whatever holes I may dig for myself or bonds we may weld, just remember  you never know when I will post again!

What's Up?!!

What's Up?

Blessings! Many prepackaged, ready to serve, on-the-go, fast food, dropped off and picked up, mind boggling, unpredictable blessings!

You never know when the next one will fall!

P.S. We are currently advertising for a new photographer, as ours was overly blessed! :) If you are interested in this position please contact the Post Host via the comment box below.  Oh! you must be able to provide your own camera. 

Industrious Diversion

   Lest you draw an incorrect conclusion that we only eat, sleep, and play, I resolved to remedy the imminent pandemic of falsehood.  We have been so busy that by the time we think to digitally record our industrious endeavors we have moved on to more important matters, like lunch, and the recollection of our productive efforts will live on only in the cobwebbed corners of our cluttered memories. One must accept his fate, hapless as it may be. Luckily for you, and my imperiled reputation, I scrounged up some snapshots to buffer my credibility.

As it is usual to have an uninterrupted supply of sunlight, and unusual to have uninterrupted supply of electricity, we collaborated to contrive a solar dehydrator.  This implement would greatly expand our alimentary variety.

This, our first attempt, unfortunately was as successful as flat out failure would allow it to be. Apparently, a string of plastic bottles lined with black garbage bags, does not generate enough hot air, except in our heads, to cause any sort of airflow let alone dehydrate anything. In more docile terms, it was as educational experience. However, we have yet another expendable, or maybe not, idea to attempt in our outdoor laboratory, the details of which, if successful or not, might or might not be forthcoming. And no, we were not trying to dehydrate the coconut!

Distractions, though they should be infrequent, have a habit of being colorful and attractive. This galactic critter came out of nowhere, and we could not just turn our heads in disdain as we continued unperturbedly with our predesignated agendas. As an interesting side note, this annulated insect's defense position fooled us with its decoying second head. Did you perceived it?

Now, I don the habiliments of herald for the undisputed queen of delicacies, that exercises dominion over our dinner floor, as the table has not as yet, for some ridiculous reason, come into existence. We have all succumbed to the sorcery of this spectacular specimen of saintly sweetness, for not a day goes by but that we devotedly partake of this manna that literally falls from heaven.

Necessity is the mother of invention. It was becoming alarmingly necessary to contrive some means of supplying a useful occupation for our overflowing surplus of tomatoes, the consumption of which has proven to be a Herculean challenge. As we are action loving boys and not mythical immortals, a bicycle inner tube slingshot suited us just fine, to the consternation of the passers by.

Studying has also taken a high priority on our daily to do list. Nothing stimulates certain organs inside the cranial cavity more powerfully than intricate intellectual masterpieces both original and pastiche, and like true Richards we always digest our literary lunches with a spoonful of shut-eye. After all, some of the most enlightening information ever to grace the planet descended through the medium of visions and dreams. For all the pineal preparation I have done I do not understand why my vision has not come to me yet. I think I will have to sleep on that one!
   Believe it or not this story has a moral to it.  When troubled by dubiousness,  just do something, and when you fail at least you wont be suffering from dubiousness anymore. Or shall we say, the mind in idle uses little gas and gets even less done, becoming susceptible to mischievous machinations, whereas an active mind and body uses more gas, and...still, for some, the amount accomplished is highly debatable.
   Again, our P.H. D is trying to efficiently waste his time in spinning complicated sophistries about the obvious truth. If that is not enough, stay online, because you never know when he will post again.

Stars! (Not the throwing type!)

  When the lack of boredom becomes to burdensome, it is better to disregard all demands of delinquency and explode into exhibitions of extra-terrestrial trouble. Shall I proceed to prove my point.  I will imagine an overpowering approval.
  On one such night with too much to do, too many people to do it, too many options, and too much to finish before doing the oodles of intended projects.  All of a sudden, someone, I cannot recall who it could have been, had the fantastic idea of indulging in film creation.  By the time anyone realized the magnitude of the madness that had completely prepossessed us, costumes (formerly the wardrobe of Katie and sundry other persons) were tried, retried, discarded, forgotten, rediscovered, used again only to remind us of their unbecoming qualities, rediscarded, and the cycle recycled itself several times, until all found themselves more or less satisfied with their auspicious attire. Then it was on to the studio, an empty room in close proximity to ours, where foofaraw and imagination become the main course for the voracious lenses of the camera.  If our commotion and hullabaloo had had a plot I might have related it here, but no plot is possibly discernible and if there were, none of these incompetent words and incapable photos at my disposal would be able to paint an adequate depiction. To further complicate the matter, our internet is of such quality that it renders any attempts to upload our masterpieces of insanity as futile and frustrated. Please content yourself with these behind the scenes snapshots.

First Introductory Photo!

 A Ninja? It appears that Graham got mixed up half way through his get up!

 Then there is the Red Warrior from the Sunny Shadows of Somewhere!

And who is third? None other then the impersonation of an physically embodied cartoon hero that I had once observed.

Lastly, our Pirate only carried the appearance of being harmless, but had all sorts of tricks and treats up his sleeve.

After tiring of pretending to be what we were not, we started to become what we were pretending to be.

Some spectators are attracted to spectacles, others create them. 

On this one you may whet your imaginations as to our objective, for we have not figured it out ourselves.

How many people does it involve to make a picture? All of them!

There was a fair amount of fast paced action thoughout the night.

Ninjas were not the only ones confused here!

We hope your days do not end with any similarities to ours!

  The moral of the story would probably be; it is a good idea not to let Halloween come too early, for more reasons than one, the enumeration of which was presented in the preceding pictures. On the other hand, the moral of this unethereal experience could be; make sure you actually have a moral for any story or movie otherwise it will never classify as a classic (except, maybe, as a classic failure). The moral is was makes a tale immortal.

   This was P.H. D., burning through his education to the third degree! If every you want excitement, it is up to you, because you never know when I will post again.

Free Bees!

  Let this bee a lesson to you.  If you bee in want of anything, bee it honey, combs, or bees remember that just beecause you think you cannot get it does not mean it cannot happen. We may expect our anticipated answers to bee attended to with great pomp and foofaraw and the desired blessings to descend in glorious displays of fireworks and ceremony, but as these rarified instances of fanfare are as commonplace as snow in the Sahara, typically our blessings are plainly placed right beefore your very eyes, and refuse to perceive. How can this bee?

  Beats me! Many plans were previously devised for the acquisition and retention of a sustainable source of acertain sweetener. Sadly, all strategies suffocated in the stale airs of "maybe someday".  Though eventually we were prepared to leave beehind our visions of fresh succulent honey oozing from the waxy symmetrical combs of our own beehives for want of various resources, it beecame our instantaneous surprise and pleasure to discover in the shady cover of a twisted limb, curling itself over the roof our dwelling, a hive of free Indian tree bees. How conbeentient! There was a hearty consensus among ourselves and our senses to leave the bees be...until, that is, it beecomes worth the risk to life and subcutaneous comfort to somehow relocate these honey producing miracles to a new "plant" for the further development of their talent. You may bee asking how will we do that? The answer should bee no more tergiversatious than the inquiry, and this is the reply; we will figure that out when the time bee fully ripe. 

   The moral of the story was disposed of somewhere beetwixt the first and last word the first paragraph. They say, do not jump headlong into murky water, well no one said anything about what you do when the water jumps first on you.

  David the Post Host hopes you have enjoyed the random review of irrelevant happenings as we meander though this beeautiful opportunity of beeing in India. As my superior once said, "To bee, or not to bee, that is the question" and to that I say bee ready beecause you never know when I will post again.