Thursday, March 27, 2014


(Larry Fishburne gave me a stern lecture.)

Yesterday, the Dragon Lady went to Homeplus.  She brought a large pepperoni pizza back to our shabby tenement.  The meal was quite good.  Junk food never fails to please me.  I washed the vittles down with several large glasses of coke.  I no longer have any passion for beer.  I don't know why.  Probably because Korean beer sucks.  Plus the imported stuff costs a fortune.

I downloaded another episode of Reign.  Poor old Smith is hooked. It looks as if I really am half-a-fag.  Sebastian's sister gives birth while surrounded by blood-thirsty pagans.  However, it turns out that the French king's handsome bastard has a lot of pagan friends on the payroll.  So his knowledge of averting human sacrifice saves the day.  He proceeds to lecture Queen Mary about the importance of religious tolerance.

I paid homage to the Christ God.  I said the Lord's Prayer on bended knees.  No big surprise.  It's not like I'm some filthy nihilist. I try to obey Jesus.  Why?  He got nailed to a tree and came back from the dead.  I'd be an idiot not to listen.

I went to bed at 10 p.m.  I now keep a pen and paper by my bed in order to record my dreams.  I had a nightmare about being the leader of a cult.  I even took a young teenager as a bride.  I was later arrested and sent to prison by the actor Laurence Fishburne. He gave me quite the stern lecture.

I woke up at 6 a.m. and drank several cups of coffee.  Then I read the paper while enjoying a bathroom break.  Many Korean dogs have contracted avian influenza.  However, the powers-that-be are warning us all not to panic.  Canines can't spread the disease. Well, that's certainly good news.  I'm too busy to get sick.

I turned on Fox News.  The Five are still talking about Hobby Lobby.  They think the company will win the case.  I'm not so sure. Obama always seems to get what he wants.  Many compare him to Jimmy Carter.  But, in my opinion, he has a lot more in common with Richard Nixon.  Hubris, hubris, hubris.

Anyway, it's time for the song du jour.  Here's Motherless Child by Richie Havens.  God bless.


  1. Say Smith,

    In the news i saw that people in N-Korea have to wear a selected haircut by the leader kim jong -un.

    Is this true or bogus? Just curious.

    1. I'm not really sure. I'll ask if I ever meet another North Korean. I'm sure I will. They seem to be everywhere.

  2. Good idea to write down your dreams smith usually they have a deeper symbolic meaning behind them, the last good prez we had was JFK , we all know what happened to him

    1. As I get older, strange things excite me. I'm never bored. The world becomes even more mysterious with age.

    2. I've studied a lot of history that deals with wars, banking, law , occult knowledge etc. and the saying " truth is stranger than fiction" is certainly true

    3. I agree. We live in a mysterious universe.

  3. I remember the only time I went to Korea (2012) well. The long bus ride from Incheon Airport to drop me off near my hotel (Gangnam neighborhood). Not much traffic (Saturday I think), but HUGE buildings off in the distance, mile after mile after mile. Seoul is HUGE. Has the sort-of New York "feel" about it in the sense that a lot is happening. Modern yet different. Good food!

    I was briefly in Jecheon and Changwon, where I saw that curious mixture of old & new, Korean & Western. The hyper-modern bearing plants in those two cities were out "Star Trek".

    Reading the ZH piece on deaths in China from overwork inspired me to check in and comment here. Koreans bust their butts too.


    My dreams are always strange, I typically briefly remember them three-four times a week. I agree with you, Smith, that life gets less boring as I age. I too find that I can explain or predict less than before.

    You live in an interesting place, all things considered. You are right to pray and give thanks. Best!

    1. Seoul is huge. It's one of the biggest cities in the world.

  4. Yeah, keeping a dream log is a good idea, Smith. I have on occasion had wild and vivid dreams that blow my mind, but fifteen seconds after waking up, I usually can't even remember a damn thing about them at all. So if I write them down immediately I can at least have a written approximation of whatever it was I was dreaming. But then I guess the question is, what do I do with that information? I don't really believe there is any legitimate "dream interpreter" out there. It's really all just a bunch of crazy random sh!t banging around your brain box at night. But it is fun to recall some of those crazy dreams at a later date.

    Well, I'll recall for you one dream I've had more than once: I call it the "finding old coins" dream. It goes along the lines of me walking down old streets in the old part of cities, which were once thriving but are now desolate shells of what they used to be. But along the streets in the curbside gutters I find drainage openings (I think they're called 'catch basins' or something like that). I start digging into the muck inside those drains, and I find lots of old coins that have washed down there over the years, becoming embedded in the muck. And these coins are nice old American silver coins (from back when U.S. coins - like dimes and quarters and half dollars - were made of nearly pure silver). I manage to retrieve nearly a bag full of these beautiful old coins, and I really feel amazed at my incredible good fortune. But then I wake up... God dammit, I realize it was all just a dream! And then I'm really depressed, because it all seemed so tantalizingly real. Oh well, I guess you win some, you lose some.

    1. It's nice to have dreams about money. Sure beats the blood-curdling nightmares that haunt my sleeping hours.

  5. I am not a college-educated man, but I have never stopped educating myself. I have always tried to learn from others as there is no sense, ( in my view), of having to learn a lesson "the hard way", or worse yet, having "the hard way" happen repeatedly because I failed to understand or learn a certain lesson.

    Brains are meat computers. Remember that.
    What are brains?
    [Say it out loud.]
    The human brain works on two levels, (though some say three). The first is the one we all know. It's the conscious level. That's the mind that you wake up with in the morning, goes through the day and goes to sleep at night. It laughs, cries, is analytical and can "take a joke".

    The other side, (as you may have guessed), is the sub-conscious. It is on 24/7. It NEVER turns off. It also takes everything it receives as literal. It NEVER "gets the joke". It cannot tell the difference between a truth and a lie. So if you input garbage, (violent imagery, lyrics, impossible or untrue thoughts, etc.), that is what you will get "out". Why? Because the sub-conscious part of your brain takes it all verbatim. And it will manifest itself when your brain is in the "wash & rinse" cycle, i.e. dreaming. That's the time when your sub-conscious processes what you conscious mind has subjected it to. The old adage of garbage in- garbage out has never been truer. Personally I zealously guard what I subject my psyche to.

    The upside of all of this is that your brain, or at least the sub-conscious side of it, is dumber than a sack of hammers and is easily programmable. Yes, you can lie to it and it will suck it up. Remember that it can't take a joke and doesn't know the difference between a truth a lie?

    So here is how you "reprogram" your brain. 1.) Stop feeding it garbage, (negative imagery). 2.) Subject your sub-conscious to ridiculously positive input, even if you yourself, in your conscious mind thinks it's BS. Your subconscious doesn't know.
    Example: Put self-affirming messages on stickies and put them on your bathroom mirror and every morning read them OUT LOUD. Vocalizing them is how you input them into your subconscious. Your conscious brain can think "BS!", but your subconscious says, "Yup, dat' duh' truth." Do it every time you stand before the mirror, and watch as the changes unfold in your attitude.
    Smith, teach this "magic" to your boys. Explain to them how it works and have them "try" it to see if they can "feel the effect". Here are some I have used on my mirrors in the past:
    God loves me.
    I am good.
    People like me.
    I am interesting.
    I am fun.
    Today I will be [ insert word here].
    I have used the words: patient, peace-making, helpful, polite, considerate, happy, generous, understanding...
    to name a few.

    Yes, it's all very Napoleon Hill and Dale Carnegie, but hey, it works. If you want to delve deeper, check out books by a guy named Donald Moine. He applies NLP to sales, but it's very handy just in people-handling skills, (something we all can use help in, wouldn't you say?).

    Remember this, ( and I learned this one from the Boss), in the beginning, there was The Word. Never underestimate the power of The Word.
    Peace out,

  6. Oops, and I forgot the song.
    I just finished reading "In Great Spirits", the WWI diary of Archie Barwick. Barwick made it all the way through from Gallipoli to the Armistice. Email me at paullewis1846 {AT} gmail [dot] com and I'll send you a copy if you have any interest. Hence this tune:
    See how what you input influences what the "output" is? I read Archie about WWI and my brain, puts up, of all the thousands and thousands of songs I know "Innocent when You Dream". I guess its better than this:
    One could easily argue I simply have to many tunes in the ol' skull-a-rooni.
    Anyway, write down the email and then delete (or non-post) this part.

    1. Thanks, Theo. Never under estimate the power of the Word. That's great advice. Peace.


Thanks for stopping by. Smith.