2009, and The Numerologist's Report

Year Of The Rat 4706
4 January 2009 AD
Sunday, 1706 hrs  CST
Stormcrow Ranch
Boone, IA
USA
"Squirrel Corn Capital of The World."

Listening to  'A Batch of Spotted Paint' this evening.  It's a compilation of songs from my hard-drive.  Some blues, some rag-time, some big band swing,.... that kind of stuff.  At the moment, 'Strutter's Ball' is playing.  Man, oh man, gotta have some Dixieland Jazz to spice up the mix.
    It's been a long holiday season for your favorite bachelor.  Not 'long' as in 'hard to do,' but rather as in,... well, long.  Mebbee, 'never-ending,' or 'interminable.'  I haven't counted the days, but it seems The Holidays of 2008 took longer than the Election.  Dunno.  Probably because there were brief moments of frivolity seperated by yawning chasms of solitude.  It seems my life is destined to be one of one apart.  Not so bad:  I get to keep my own hours, and the boss is a pretty cool guy, though according to eHarmony.com, Match.com, and Chemistry.com he lives just two percentage points outside the category of The Bounds of Common Decency.  Hmm.  Thinking on that now, I happened to see a private note posted on his computer that said:  "Do not contact us again!"  (Big letters; all caps. some kind of siren thingy going off).  I wonder what that's all about.  I mean, he seems likable enough and all--quiet, polite, self-deprecating, he keeps to himself....( 'Course they said that too about Jeffery Dahmer).  Oh well, none of my business.
    I've started some new projects that occupy a lot of head-work and sketching, one new refinishing commission, as well as some short-story writing.  There's a new WishBox design coming out soon, and Chef will get his bowling-alley wood cutting board by March( nice piece, this thing.  It may be said it looks good on paper, but it looks great in my head.  Now, we'll just have to wait and see if it fits in this physical world.  My fingers know the work; I just have to match the hardware to the software, i.e. hand to brain.
    I'll let you know.
    I promised in my last post that I would address the Bailout:  I gotta tell you, this 'creative financing' bothers me.  The numbers just do not exist. Period.  I think Douglas Adams said it best:  'A number so impossible it can be only be something other than itself.'  I paraphrase, and may have butchered his wonderful prose, but the gist is there.
    We all know what a dollar looks like numerically:  $1.00.  And the latest Powerball Lottery prize is this:  $105,000,000.00.  'Kay, that's 'one hundred five million dollars and zero cents'. Now, a billion is nine zeros, one zero higher than eight place-markers after the one, just before the decimal point (1,000,000,000.00).  And a trillion?  Follow along, and count as I go:  1,000,000,000,000.00.  Looks big, don't it?  Almost daunting.  That's the projected price of saving the global economy just here in the United States!
    Umm, I know I've been busy, but aren't there some other countries and people in the world? These people who have lives and economies and groceries to buy and that one perfect thing for your wife on her birthday, right?
    The math is simple:  300 million people in the USA divided into One Trillion dollars= X.  Solve for X.  That's the money you owe.  Please ignore the national debt we already have; it makes the long division easier. And you don't have to show your math.
     Ooba.  I'm ranting, and if I die in 'a mattress fire of mysterious origin', you'll know that I asked too many questions.
    Onward,...
    And now we face the Year 2009 AD, three years from where we have been foretold to die as a race and a species.  The 2012 Predictions. Lordy, I'd like that, a respite from the morons who populate this Earth.  Since I am a red-head, I am largely exempt, but I'd miss some of the hotties, and all my friends.  The thing about this is that you are not getting the whole story.  Sure, the Mayan calender ends, and even Newton did some calculations (he ciphered it out as 2021. Please note the transposition of those trailing numbers), but Nostradamas wrote TWO quatrains regarding the end of life, and it is the second which is often ignored.
      And, damn me,  I can't pull it up right now.  Something about 'forty thousand years,'  'and when the sun ends.'  I hope someone can set me right about this, but anyway 2012 is NOT the end of the world, but rather a change, and a choice.  To be sure, there will be uphevels on the global scale, but not so much as the doom-mongers predict.  Personally, I think they fear for their own lives.
    But I digress, and as PT Barnum put it:  'This way to the Egress."
    Blair Gorman is a numerologist down in New Zealand. Perhaps one of the best in the world.  For those of you joining us late, numerology is the study of numbers to decipher the code of Life, something akin to the Fibinachi Number Sequence which Nature tends to favor(0,1,1,2,3,5,8,13,21...), and the Zodiac, combined.  Anyway, in my melon-headed way, I've been studying Mr. Gorman's work, and the year 2009 adds up to 11(2+0+0+9).  By all rune-casting, 11 is a good number; actually one great number.  Should be a great year, then.
    Let's make it so.

~~Hob

Post Script:

See Numerologist.com
See also The Montauk Project/The Philadelphia Experiment

~H.

PPS:
    A private note to my daughter, that Tiny Angel:  please know that you are loved, and loved greatly.  Learn everything, Fair-Born.  And understand that it will always be 'your' world.  Your assigned reading is Jitterbug Perfume by Tom Robbins.  Also, Another Roadside Attraction by the same author.

~Dad