~ The web is not what it used to be.
I was already to write a post. I was ready to write about the weather, the 8 inches of snow on the ground this morning. I was ready to write about how it would be mostly melted and gone by midday.
I was ready to write more on minimalism, on the article in the Albuquerque Journal today about keeping life simple, about the growing movement, about the Albuquerque meetings. I was ready to mention the ground being broken for the new ‘Silver Store’, on Silver, where a downtown grocery store eventually might be (in 2016, if it opens).
Maybe my post was going to be about “been there, done that,” as in materialism, or nationalism, or as in the curse of being politically correct. Or, I might have shared a few words about 1920, or 1924, or about leaving Arizona as my grandparents did; like leaving Afghanistan like I did, too soon, or too late, or something in between, but maybe not just right then, or even now.
My post was not going to be about the Ukraine, the ‘bloody hell’ there, the world threatening U.S. ‘troops on the ground’ type intervention. You better believe that the U.S. has troops on the ground in eastern Ukraine, just like we had U.S. troops operating in Cuba after the Bay of Pigs and before the Soviet missiles went in. There were reasons why the Soviet missiles went in. I knew a guy that was a U.S. Army veteran who was IN Cuba back then.
So, every hour, on the hour, like clockwork (or like a clockwork orange) in time, on time this site, my site at Qala Bist.com is accessed by a machine (a computer machine), a ping, an hourly ping from a good friend (or four friends), all of them working together from Russia. Go to the Qala Bist Feed Jit feed to see what I’m talking about.
Before I declare that this robotic ping-thing is creepy, I must admit that there might be a reason. It is possible that someone in Russia was also in Afghanistan back when I was. It is possible that they are just sending out a signal into space (like NASA does) to see if they can get an intelligent answer, or if more intelligence (about Afghanistan in 1958, or 1959, or 1960) might be coming in. Yes, there is life out there. Yes, there is still life here on earth too. “Beam me up Scotty, Leonard Nimoy has died.”
There was an article in the Albuquerque Journal (maybe last Tuesday) about the millions of hits that Sandia Labs gets every day. Computers all over the planet are trying to penetrate the software, the hardware, the thoughtware of the scientists inside. Maybe it is just the business model that they are after, or a business secret or two. Pings and pinging are the wave of the future. Like clockwork, every site can be hit, searched, invaded or evaded at anyone’s will. Are you out there? Are you out there? What’s new, are you well?
A few weeks ago it was China that was calling. Saudi Arabia is picking up now. Israel seems to think that I have something to offer, but they don’t seem to be sure. Email me if you have questions (maybe). I may actually answer. I’m not a robot, you can easily see, it really is just me.
It may seem like it’s a long way from 1924 to 1959 or 2007. It is. One year at a time, full disclosure, or as full as the information (that’s left) seems to be. There’s always more of course. Little pieces to the puzzle, on which the solution to the larger puzzle may hang. I’ll try to do my part (of course), together we may all seem to be trying to get there. Of course we may NOT get there before it’s all over. We’ll see.
Hello, this is planet earth. We’re still here, I’m still here. Is anyone still out there? Is anyone still listening (or reading)? We’ll see, we’ll see.
Just before midnight, Albuquerque time, the “Friends from Russia,” discussed here, stopped their hourly visits. It has been more than ten hours now since the Russian flag has appeared on my Feed Jit. So interesting.