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B.D.U.: Boot Camp Diary Unauthorized

Posted in Biographies, Book Reports, Critical Commentary of Civilization, Military, Uncategorized with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on July 15, 2019 by Drogo

Title – BDU: Bootcamp Diary Unauthorized
Subtitle – My Un-Official Air Force BMT Journal

This non-fiction historical book is a real 2006 memoir and analysis of Air Force Basic Training (BMT), including some personal auto-biographical experiences and opinions. This journal has been made public to document the psychological treatment of young soldiers by the Military Industrial Complex (MIC) training system. It is based on a secret diary inside an official notebook that the author kept during training, despite constant antagonism by the Training Sergeants (TIs). While not every experience is included in this first edition for Amazon, it is unabridged compared to the official summary edition submitted to commanding officers. This more expressive version contains strong adult language. Airman Stowell (also author of ‘Operation 10 COW’) provides specific details and general summaries from original notes and actual documents about BMT, and is both honest and patriotic. Mouth-piece propaganda for our conventional establishment will seek to discredit authentic journals like this, as individual civil rights are threatening to authoritarians who want ritual hazing and brain-washing to be a confidential surprise (despite films showing historical accounts dramatized, see ‘Band of Brothers’ and ‘Full Metal Jacket’). It is the US ‘War On Terror’ training version of war time stories that have been attacked for showing realism in their home countries (see Solzhenitsyn & Grossman). There is no top secret information revealed here, but it is a personal perspective for national self-reflection about the unethical tyranny of psychologically conditioning soldiers to perpetually operate on hate, anger, and fear. If you like this type of work, please write a supportive comment on Amazon’s sales page for ‘BDU The Book‘, thank you!

Long live our American ideals of freedom, democracy, and peace!!!

“I’m a historian by profession. I’ve probably read several thousand journals and diaries in my time, including ones by soldiers and others living through the Revolution, Civil War, Spanish American War, and others. This book reads true, both in content and form. One would expect a diary to be disjointed and have a grammar glitch or two here or there. Someone undergoing the physical and intellectual traumas of this type, and writing on the run to boot, is not going to write with the polish of a Victorian sitting at his desk on Beacon Hill.” – thank you so much Professor Michael Swanson

Listen to an Audiomack recording – BDU Book Reading

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Pot Bib – Corn King Sparrow

Posted in Biographies, Nature Studies, Uncategorized with tags , , , , , , , , , , , on May 25, 2019 by Drogo

Last winter a loud male house sparrow spent most of his waking time sitting in the potted plant where we put small bits of corn. Other sparrows would come, but he would usually chase them out, and get into fights with other males (one time wounding him). We call male sparrows ‘bibs’ because of their black beard-like feathers, and birds that sit in pots for long hours we call ‘pot birds’ (it happens occasionally). So we named him Pot Bib, because he seemed to prefer sitting in the pot to all else.

Pot Bib’s first goal in life seemed to be to claim the pot as his home during the day, and at night he would sometimes sleep in a nearby abandoned robin’s nest. I had witnessed the robin’s nest getting raided by a crow, who looked for nests under gutter-down-spout corners in between balconies like that one. Pot Bib added grass to the nest, and slept in it for many early spring nights; so he could wake up and be right in the pot again. Starlings also raided the nest just for materials, and still Pot Bib would often sleep there, but also at another roost somewhere else. After a few weeks, Pot Bib lost interest in the nest as no mate wanted to risk the location probably.

Pot Bib’s second goal in life was to have a mate, and he did have a girl-friend who he allowed to eat corn, hang around, and chase him out of the pot. When the weather got warmer, Pot Bib got another life-style away from the pot; but still returns and chirps in his insane way every day.

I made a nest in a small wooden basket with a handle for Pot Bib on Easter (Ostara). In the basket I put mud half way up, then stuck in tiny twigs, wove in grasses and pine needles, and cushioned with chick-weed and yarrow. I thought that either Pot Bib or the house finches that come would take it, but our familiar mourning doves claimed it instead; but that is the story of Lucky the Dove.

potbib basket nest

 

Lucky the Dove – Biography

Posted in Biographies, Individuals / Members / Monsters / Creative Writing, Nature Studies, Uncategorized with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on May 24, 2019 by Drogo

Lucky the Fledgling Dove – journal notes of the biography of Lucky’s youth

Lucky 11

Close Call Adventures of Lucky

 

Lucky’s parents are ‘3 Dots’ and ‘Neuro’, friendly wild mourning doves. Lucky was the second of two eggs they laid in a nest I made in a small basket (see the story of Pot Bib),  and hung under the eve of the balcony, near the back wall. lucky hatched May 12th 2019 on Mother’s  Sunday. I checked on the babies every other day and petted them. When they were just eggs the parent flew away immediately when I  approached. after the eggs hatched the parent stayed on the nest and would let me pet the parent with some Wing slaps. I wanted to get the babies familiar with me so I moved the nest to the floor of the balcony For a few minutes before putting it back,  and only then would the parent Fly Away.

 

Lucky was 5 days old,  friday May 17th

sibling got taken by a crow. Lucky brought inside for the night, attempted feeding, partially successful, Lucky swallowed some of the last attempts. 

Lucky remained safe in the nest now relocated hidden under the bench, parents resumed feeding.

Lucky 6

randomly a red-shouldered Hawk was chased by a Crow, both landed on adjacent roof looking in at balcony, i scared them off.

 

Lucky was 9 days old

I attempted to put an ID band on Lucky’s leg, but we didnt have anything that would work as well as professionals use. I tried using a white twist-tie and rubber band, but getting the correct tightness was much harder than i thought it would be, so i gave up. 

At dusk, at edge of balcony Lucky jumped fledging for food.

looked on ground and in tree but could not see. missing all night 

 

Lucky was 10 days old

morning mowers Machines of death,  looked all around, upon feeding branch baby was found. i climbed the fledging tree four times during this period. I had checked on Lucky and was content it would be fine on the feeding branch. However when i returned a few hours later, it had been knocked out of tree (i assume by Crow), and went under car. I chased Lucky around the car, and caught it, and put it in nesting box to bring back inside.

  Bath time. Practiced wing flapping.

At night back inside  in cage, and in our hands attempted feeding. Lucky Dovey was calm except for when we played a video of adult doves. Lucky responded to the video by peeping vocally and lunging towards the screen. Lucky touched the screen with its beak and could not get to them, and after being amused for a minute or so, we turned it off so that it could calm down. Dovey and me fell asleep on couch, Lucky was on my belly, in a bundle lap pillow with tissues.

Luck 10

Lucky was 11 days old

I took lucky outside in the morning and we waited for its parents to come to the tree.  I sat in a chair reading a book while babysitting, lucky sat on my arm. people looked at me strangely, but I am not afraid to explain when I am trying to help an animal.  when the mother came it walked around lucky at the base of the tree, but would not feed lucky. the parents flew up into the tree, and lucky followed.  amazingly lucky was able to fly 5 ft up to the nearest branch, and climb and hop and fly up to the feeding branch. Hawk came in trees while feeding at feeding branch in morning.  Crow landed between balconies, while being attacked by Mockingbird, and looked into the balconies to find food. I moved lucky back to balcony. I got lucky onto a stick, and then my arm. Lucky hung to my back while i jumped down from tree, safely.

In cage on balcony, Lucky and Daddy ‘3 Dots’ could not solve the puzzle for feeding through a partially Open Door.  lucky did make it out of the partially open door once for one of three feedings that day. Three dots spent one hour going to the sides of the cage and cooing while both were peeping. lucky gets into a Feeding Frenzy most X it is called to by parents,  except for the time lucky spent in the nest again rest in 4 hours. during this time it ignored it’s parents and stayed in the nest like it did when it was a younger baby. I let Lucky out of the cage when I knew the parent was nearby and thought it might feed it.  three dots watched for a long time while babysat and both called when lucky was in the center of the balcony. lucky was able to push open the door once but seems to forget how it got in perhaps because Dove minds are not as sharp as crows who can use tools and unlock door mechanisms.  the large black birds soaring in the sky or probably turkey vultures because they did not flap as often as crows do, but ominously watched from the stadium lights which are taller than all the trees. Bath time. Practiced wing flapping and hunting for seeds with Noel.

 

At sunset I wanted to be generous and allow the parent a final chance to come on the balcony and feed the baby,  but like last time the parent was more interested in calling the baby to come to them. so I told the baby to call to the parents and get them to come to it.  as usual I allowed lucky a way to get out of the cage for feeding and fly away if it could. as dark approached and the father cooed , Lucky woke up into another Feeding Frenzy,  which surprised me because it had been so sleepy on the Nest earlier, and even when we were playing with it. eventually lucky looked straight at me through the open cage door, and burst through.  lucky sat on the bench cushion for a few seconds, and I sat there looking back at lucky, knowing lucky might chase after the cooes and leave the balcony. lucky gave me one last look, and leapt off of the cushion and over the railing,  flying all the way to the top of the nearby tree. when I went out to look and climbed for a fourth time, I think I scared the parents and lucky off to another tree, because even with the flashlight I could not find lucky, so I gave up for the night.  lucky continues to amaze me by how well it can fly when it wants to, even without adult feathers. Lucky’s juvenile feathers work amazingly well and may allow lucky to follow its parents around.

Lucky is 12 days old today,  and hopefully getting more feedings to grow faster if it is able to be with the parents more often. this morning the sweet air was fresh, the green of the tree leaves bright, and the branches moved in the breeze. I have seen Lucky’s parents, but no sign of Lucky. I hope Lucky survives and learns enough to live a long happy life, even if i never see Lucky again.

Lucky is 13 days old on Saturday, May 25

I walked around the block 3x today and did not see Lucky. It was not until dusk, after a rain shower, when i was going out to the store, that I spotted Lucky on the bedroom gable peak. Its parents were on the ground, cooing to Lucky to get down because it was too vulnerable up there in clear view. However Lucky learned from me how to dry off in the sun, and has a mind of its own. I recognized Lucky because it does not have mature feathers on its neck yet, so in silhouette has a very thin neck. We confirmed with binoculars for about 20 minutes. Two crows passed directly over Lucky, but Lucky did not flinch and they were not interested. I am so proud of Lucky, i think it will be ok. Then Lucky flew into the fledging tree, near the top, presumably for the night. As darkness fell, i spotted the mother in the center of the tree.

It seems Lucky may have spent yesterday high up in the fledging tree, where i could not see or get to it easily. It is also possible Lucky went to a few other trees and bushes, and I may have seen Lucky in a bush, but it could have been a robin fledgling since i saw 2 or 3 of them. I also saw a catbird and robin on a nest in bushes. The mulberry tree in back has many ground level berries, they are good. I am satisfied knowing that Lucky is doing well, and is not lost.

Lucky is 14 days old

Possible Lucky sighting in chickweed pot, but bird was gone before confirmed.

 

Lucky is 20 days old, June 1

Lucky sighted on roof of adjacent condo in the morning. Then before dusk sighted up close within 3 feet, and close enough to almost touch, in the juniper bush on the retaining wall of the parking lot. It is a great defensive bush, because it is prickly, with room in the branches for a small bird to walk around, with a fence in the middle for it to go in and out of to avoid larger animals who get in one side of the bush. When i returned, Lucky was sitting just outside the bush, and then flew up to the nearby redbud tree when approached. Catbirds, Mockingbirds, and Robins help the dove parents to guard the area.

 

Lucky might be 26

I found clumps of feathers that might belong to a baby or juvenile bird (dove, robin, mocking, or catbird) in a 3′ diameter in the lawn area near the tot-lot and 3 pines and yard bushes. No body, or body parts, or blood were found, and it was mainly small fluff, to a few medium feathers (grey with white tip). Lucky may have been attacked by a hawk or something, but no conclusive proof just evidence and speculation. It may have happened earlier this day, or a day or two before. Towards dusk (8pm) the dove parents came to the balcony and got water as usual, but this time sat on the grey pot together and shook their wings like babies begging with wing-flaps, rather than mating (because they both did it and faced opposite directions at one point). Perhaps they were apologizing for failing as parents, if it was Lucky that was attacked and killed, they might regret not keeping Lucky closer to me like i wanted for better protection. I have to face the fact that Lucky could die any day at any moment that i am not near Lucky, whether it already happened or may happen later, until they are adults (1-15 years) young doves are more likely to die. The parents go under the bench near the nest basket and eat the corn we left there. If Lucky is missing, perhaps the parents think i will give them back Lucky like we did in the past when we were able to take Lucky inside for protection? Now the parent doves are perched under the railing at the edge of the balcony. Either they are telling Lucky it is ok to come visit now and drink water and eat as an adult; or they are saying good-bye to Lucky’s spirit, if Lucky has died or has gone off on adventures with a flock of other juveniles. I do not know where Lucky is in any case. 

 

Days 27-30+

There have been a few sightings and much speculation about whether Lucky has stayed here locally or is gone far away. I have either seen Lucky come with a parent, or maybe it was a different dove couple visiting. A few times a third adult-looking dove has tried to come with Lucky’s parents to the balcony area, but each time the third dove was chased off (probably by 3 dots). The third dove was either another child of theirs returning, a rival mate, or Lucky.

 

Lucky is over 50 days 

I am 50% sure that the dove coming with 3-dots is either Lucky or its Mom. If it is Lucky where is the Mom, on a nest? If it is the Mom why is she slightly scaled (slightly mottled) and not as sleek and elegant? Either way 3-dots is comfortable with them, as they sometimes come together without incident and with some affection (subtle wing wiggle and close proximity). Nothing can be confirmed, as comparisons would best be made if the parents came together with Lucky (all 3 would be present to differentiate).

 

Lucky is over 60 days

I am 70% sure that Lucky Dove has been visiting its birth balcony for weeks now. Confusion over identification has been due to post-30 day juvenile-adult behavior, plumage, and social changes. Lucky now acts and looks like a molting adult (barely mottled), and while timid with short visits resembling the appearance and behavior of its mother or other doves, Lucky does display unique traits of familiarity that would not be present in any other dove in this combination.

If this disheveled light tan colored multi-dot dove is Lucky, the puffing and preening on adjacent Thomas’ Gable might be Lucky a bit uncomfortable with its new adult feathers which are still scaled (slightly mottled). Communication was made with Lucky for several minutes, while preening on Thomas’s Gable, which helped increase the id percentage. Lucky’s mother would have flown away at that distance (15 feet from Gable to balcony edge), and there is no other dove besides 3-dots that would have tolerated being called to and observed in that spot, at that distance, for so long. In fact I got tired of talking to Lucky and using the binoculars, so i sat down on the bench in hopes Lucky would come visit with me there because i was calmly still; however Lucky flew across to the Trash Condo balconies eventually.

When Lucky comes and drinks and bathes in the water, I am trying to play my recordings of Lucky begging with its Dad, to see if Lucky responds to those sounds with behavior indicating affectionate memory. Other experiments maybe attempted, despite lacking a DNA tester or id tag or bands. 

Possible reasons for Lucky missing from the balcony area for about 20 days –

Lucky might have been scared away by the parents during the juvenile period that parental feeding was ending; if Lucky was following them and begging, they might have been trying to get it to stop. Lucky might have been scared away by the parents after they were done feeding it, not only to get it to stop but also to get it to move to another area. Lucky may have had to hang out by itself or with other juveniles, until it learned not to beg from adults. Now that Lucky does not beg for food and is able to find food on its own, the parents may tolerate or enjoy its presence again. 3-dots seems to actually enjoy being with Lucky when they come, drink, look for food a bit or bathe, and leave together.

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Pieter Bruegel The Elder

Posted in Arts (Design & Performance), Biographies, Uncategorized with tags , , , , , , , , on May 23, 2019 by Drogo

pieter bruegel

Pieter Bruegel the Elder was a Flemish Renaissance artist was born around 1525 and died in 1569. His exact birth place in Brabant (either in present-day Belgium or Holland) remains uncertain. Bruegel’s paintings and drawings mainly reflect the everyday life of peasants in the Netherlands, with a netherworld twist. Bruegel based his work upon realistic observations and intricate design with allegories. In 1556 Bruegel was encouraged by his lifelong friend and publisher Hieronymus Cock to put aside his interest in landscape, and imitate and renovate an earlier local Brabantine style by Hieronymus Bosch. Hieronymus Bosch was the original innovator of his unique style of symbolic painting in the Netherlands 40 years before Bruegel. Bosch’s art still had a very medieval feel to it, using abnormal situations and small demonic Little Creatures. Although bosch and Bruegel styles are very similar, both have demons which express ‘verve anime’; Bruegel was able to do more realistic pieces with greater rotundity of form. Bruegel vividly picked social and emotional attitudes of the day into farces.

The name ‘Peeter Brueghels’ first appears on the members list of the artists Guild in Antwerp in 1551. After many former works it was in 1556 that Bruegel did his first Bosch-like drawing titled ‘Big fish eat little ones’. Sitting on a large knife with in the picture is a Christian orb of the Holy Roman Emperor possibly representing the Inquisition and the uncertainty of the times. In 1557 Bruegel engraved and printed ‘The seven deadly sins’, his style still greatly reflecting bosch. In 1560 Bruegel completed the Seven Virtues, establishing territory for his own style in the art world. The Seven Virtues contains a philosophical complex idea based on the moralistic treaties of Desiredius Erasmus, the Enchiridion (Shield of the Christian Warrior). Erasmus’ book is concerned with man’s inability to distinguish between appearance and reality. Erasmus suggests that we tend to confuse virtue with material show, when in reality true virtue is to be found only in spiritual devotion to Christian principles.

In 1564 Bruegel a wonderful drawing called ‘Fall of the Magician’. That same year he had his first son Pieter Bruegel The Younger. His son would also carry on the painting tradition. ‘The fall of the magician’ has an overall appearance of demonic tumult. St James the Minor’s presence, as he observed Hermogenes’ downfall. However a large robed figure in the back of the picture is merely playing a shell game. In the reality of the painting, is the observer being misled as to the actual situation? Perhaps the forces of evil were given another identity then is at first apparent.  This theme is reminiscent of the medieval Hermes Trismegistus legends, and that later germanic Faustian tales of deals with the devil and the corrupting lust for power. Bruegel’s message seems to be that the world is cruel, but made worse perhaps because man has made it so. Would Bruegel have agreed with Kant, that if all men of Goodwill were to act together the world would be a better place? Or is that concept too unrealistic?

Bruegel did a very realistic painting of the Infant Jesus being presented by his mother Mary, to the three kings. A realistic drawing of peasants dancing is called ‘the marriage dance’, and like similar paintings of his, this epitomizes Bruegel’s style mixture of mundane and surreal. After viewing, mental reality sinks in later, that his art cleverly pokes fun at the Christian Catholic Church, and existence itself. Bruegel ordered his wife to burn certain drawings because he thought they were “too biting and sharp”. Bruegel’s reality was hidden within the action, setting, and characters of his art works; because he was reluctant to openly admit his surreptitious views on the evils of society.

Bruegel earned his living producing drawings to be turned into prints for the leading print publisher (Hieronymus Cock). His great successes were his series of allegories. In Bruegel’s works his sinners are grotesque, while the allegories of virtue wear odd head-gear. Imitations of Bosch sold well, like ‘Big Fish Eat Little Fish’, which Bruegel signed but Cock falsely attributed to Bosch in the print version.

Audio Recording of my Reading this Report is on Audiomack.

[This report was for a philosophy project when I was a senior in high school in 1994.]