Tuesday, January 31, 2006

Heck-of-a Show

Buck Fush and Dick Dick too.

I feel much worse than I thought I would after that speech. I feel trust is gone from my heart, I can not make myself trust these men after all I think I know.

Someone help me understand why I see him making matters worse. Am I a defeatist?
:: posted by Tennessee Jed, 10:22 PM | link | 10 comments |

Moody Tuesday Bluegrass

NPR featured these folks a while back. When you get to the NPR page look below the Moody Bluegrass logo for [ Hear Full Cuts from the Album ] "Rock and Roll Band" is the one that hooked me.

This takes me away from matters that make me feel, you know...worse.
:: posted by Tennessee Jed, 12:12 AM | link | 4 comments |

Monday, January 30, 2006

Heck-of-a-job there Exxon

Exxon's 4th quarter profit tops $10 billion...'nuff said or I might make matters worse.
:: posted by Tennessee Jed, 3:45 PM | link | 2 comments |

Sunday, January 29, 2006

BioPay, what the hey!

This is a Rembrandt self portrait done by an artist
on a fingerprint card with fingerprint ink (click on it for larger view)

I saw that some of our local stores are offering BioPay™ which is a unit where your bank account is accessed by your fingerprint. This scares me because I would rather have my ATM card stolen than my right index finger. Could it be that the mark of the beast is already installed on the tips of our fingers? Why do I fear this change? I have always embraced new technology, but I am thinking this will make matters worse.
:: posted by Tennessee Jed, 9:49 AM | link | 3 comments |

Wednesday, January 25, 2006

Spin Drama

Our President spoke today on the NSA issue. Also taking a tour of NSA headquarters and plugging the Osama threat. The thing I find odd in this story is a photo of a NSA Officer with his face covered. Why? Drama? They were allowed to take in the cameras for a quick spin but they could only take photos of Bush. I feel as if it is all a spin.

Now when he speaks I get the feeling he is lying.

Why do they take the camera in if they can not take photos of any part of the building or its contents?

Why take a photo of a man with his face covered?

I grow weary, leary and full of questions trying not to matters matters worse.
:: posted by Tennessee Jed, 8:28 PM | link | 5 comments |

Monday, January 23, 2006

Backward Clock

You lie about war and spy on your own kind,

saying it all has good sound reason.
You fib about moneys and steal the votes blind,
so I am calling it the highest of treason.
You say you are God sent it is clear in your mind,
I show a clock to the end of your season.

:: posted by Tennessee Jed, 10:11 AM | link | 7 comments |

Thursday, January 19, 2006

"bang, zoom! Straight to Pluto Alice!"

NASA took off for the planet Pluto today! Some folks have said perhaps Pluto is not a planet but a double asteroid because its moon Charon is as big as it is and they seem to rotate around one another rather than one around the other. We will know much more in 2015 when our two cameras Ralph and Alice (named after the "Honeymooners") get there. Pluto is also the only planet discovered by an American so I hope it is a real planet. Perhaps we will know where Osma Bin is by then too! For now he is making video tapes maybe he is on Pluto.

Can you remember the planets in order? Here is how jed does it.


Someday knowing that will come in handy it can't make matters any worse.
:: posted by Tennessee Jed, 9:15 PM | link | 5 comments |

Wednesday, January 18, 2006

Moving in the right direction

Prophet of the Obvious post so don't say I forgot to warn ya!

I have been troubled for the past few years over my inability to fashion out a living that makes me feel as if I live in the "real" America. I refer to the America where I can take my wife out to dinner once a month and not stress over $40 by seeing it as ten hours at work after child support, taxes and health insurance.

I have been trying to see us emotionally through by hoping on the reports our government keeps publishing about how the economy is stronger than it has ever been. I am growing very weary.

I don't want to be one of them there "defeatist" our president spoke of so I have been on a quest to find any sort of answer that explained the difference in my generation from my parents. My folks at least had 10% disposable income and did not have to work a seventy hour work week to do so. They were able to save a few percent for rainy days and vacations as well. I was busy comparing cost of housing, health cost and transportation the major things an American finds in supporting himself. I found disturbing comparisons but not enough to satisfy my need for answers. I am as dynamic as my father and able to sell myself to the highest bidder too. The bidding has been weakened by this "booming for a few" economy. I have several educated and experienced friends looking for these same answers to why they are not thriving in this great economy that I base my observation on.

One of the finest teachers I have run across, I call him Friend Teacher (a.k.a. buddy don), opened my eyes to a problem this past summer that I had never considered. People at the top of their game are taking disproportional amounts of compensation for the leadership of the fine company's we work for and buy from; compared to the same alpha types of years past. This hunger that the modern CEO has to feed his or her gluttony has spawned the decrease in wages and off-shoring of our jobs. The appetite of these types is in my mind like a farmer who sells and eats all his harvest leaving no seeds for next year. This, like a budget deficit will not continue endlessly even if you breed more taxpayers. I don't think wage laws are going to help in curbing the fat farmer's table habits but I do think making him answer to his investors is a great idea. I see our Security and Exchange Commission has made a step in the right direction by posing the thought that investors have the perfect right to know what the top five executives are really taking home. No more hiding the massive fringe benefits. These fat alpha bastards are eating our children and the folks who support them were under the impression they were taking an honest rate. You can't give yourself and your cohorts millions of dollars in bonuses while your workers are making due on the same salary they have had for a decade. Actually it may even be less with the insurance cuts made by these whiney overpaid CEO's and normal inflation consideration. I remember a story of Jesus spending some time braiding a whip before going into the Synagog to spank some nasty thieves like these from somewhere in the New Testament.

That is what we are faced with now that was not as rampant in our fathers time in my humble uneducated mind.

I wish I could write sweet words like Death Cab for Cutie's - Soul Meets Body:

I want to live where soul meets body
And let the sun wrap its arms around me
And bathe my skin in water cool and cleansing
And feel, feel what its like to be new

Cause in my head there’s a greyhound station
Where I send my thoughts to far off destinations
So they may have a chance of finding a place
where they’re far more suited than here

I cannot guess what we'll discover
We turn the dirt with our palms cupped like shovels
But I know our filthy hand can wash one another’s
And not one speck will remain

I do believe it’s true
That there are roads left in both of our shoes
If the silence takes you
Then I hope it takes me too
So brown eyes I hold you near
Cause you’re the only song I want to hear
A melody softly soaring through my atmosphere

Where soul meets body
Where soul meets body
Where soul meets body

I do believe it’s true
That there are roads left in both of our shoes
If the silence takes you
Then I hope it takes me too
So brown eyes I hold you near
Cause you’re the only song I want to hear
A melody softly soaring through my atmosphere
A melody softly soaring through my atmosphere
A melody softly soaring through my atmosphere
A melody softly soaring through my atmosphere
:: posted by Tennessee Jed, 6:54 PM | link | 8 comments |

Tuesday, January 17, 2006

Crazy Truck

I am scooting northwest along I-275 about 60 mph. yesterday when my trusty $500 truck gives a bump-crunch-grind kind of sound. Then I notice smoke pouring from the passenger front wheel I go for the brakes which go flat to the floor with no effect. I ease the wheel to the right to hopefully limp along the sholder and coast to a stop but my steering has no response either. My first thoughts were about how it was as good a day as any to die and why would all these systems go at the same time unless it was the will of the entity that created me calling me back from this blacktop covered land. Lucky for me the highway was not crowded and I did get some control at the wheel as my speed dropped by holding the clutch down and going to the next lowest gear. When I found myself near a ramp that is where my aim was fixed. Once I slowed to about 30 mph. I pressed the emergency brake and lowered to the next gear down. The steering became better but very sluggish and I moved onto the ramp.

When I got on the ramp it's slope helped me to a full stop and I got out to see what was going on. When I rounded the corner of the truck I see the wheel is pitched over in a funny angle and smoke is coming from the slots in the wheel. I knew then that the outter bearing must have broke. I know this from equipment trailers that I have used and when overloaded they will do the same thing if your lucky and the axel don't break. I guessed that the breaks were being interupted by the wobble of the rotor pushing my hydraulic fluid away faster than I could pump it to the other working wheels.

I was on a return trip from the recycler and had a small windfall of $88 from scraps of copper wire I have been gathering over the past three months. My fingers are sore from removing the casing insulator plastic and I am just about six miles from home so I decide to try and limp the broken truck home because a tow would use up all my repair money. Riding the KAT bus was on my mind as I drove less than 10 mph. on busy roads hoping for the best and stopping by using the engine and clutch.

I got the friction melting wheel home and made repairs just before the sky broke into a cold rain. It is a good day to be alive!
:: posted by Tennessee Jed, 1:23 PM | link | 8 comments |

Sunday, January 15, 2006

Tagged Dag

Dag I been tagged by Juliepatchuli! I don't like chain letters and I normally break them when I get them. I will answer the questions for the fun (and to be a good sport) but I ask that if you want to be tagged for the exercise of writing five things that are weird about your ways then state it in the comments and carry on the chain. Here is the chain text with my answers:

The first player of this game starts with the topic five weird habits of yourself, and people who get tagged need to write an entry about their five weird habits as well as state this rule clearly. In the end, you need to choose the next five people to be tagged and link to their web journals. Don't forget to leave a comment in their blog or journal that says You have been tagged (assuming they take comments) and tell them to read yours.

1. I secretly feel happy when I hear Dick Cheney is going to the hospital and I do not wish him well because I believe he is doing wrong by the American people and is a terrorist of the worst kind. Killing is one thing and starving is another and there are worse fates in this old world than a quick death. I watched Mom go by starvation in a spine cancer medical coma (which was my call) and Dad plowed down by a truck at an intersection. I hope to break on over to the other side in my Father's way and not my Mothers.

2. I whistle as I work and walk alone, or move about in space where I think there are bad spirits or people whom I might bump into and startle. I want all who are around the corner to know I am coming because I walk softly spiritually and phsically. I am sneaky without intending to be so I tuned my habit to whistle and I do it well.

3. I have a sort of special sense to see in the corner of my eye and feel the presence of like members of a family bloodline without actually being able to see them. It is as if smell and color are one picture in my mind but it is neither smell or sight. If I try and focus on it, it goes away therefore I only enjoy it when it sneaks up on me. It does confuse me when I expect to see someone and I find it is their son, brother, sister etc..

4. I still pretend and fantasize about being powerful and smart. One of my favorites is to pretend that I am being groomed by hardships to lead waves of spiritual avengers when I cross into the light. It gets me through crap like death, divorce, bankruptcy, repossession, sickness, disappointment and foreclosure. After all, it is nothing personal since I was born in a pool of blood and urine and every day since has been better than that. Unless I ever find myself in the bottom of a hospital bio-hazzard bucket.

5. I lock and hold my body muscles even when I am trying to relax in an isometric way hoping to stay somewhat fit. I let the hate, anger and fear raise my heart rate on purpose before doing so. I hope that I am sane and if I am not then may I be the first to know.

I hope this does not make matters worse telling you these silly and pompous things about me.
:: posted by Tennessee Jed, 5:43 PM | link | 2 comments |

Jed is takin' his time

As some of you folks know I call myself the prophet of the obvious as opposed to common/average and tinted fodder as opposed to white trash. I have been on the read more than on the write lately. If I am going to call myself a prophet of the obvious I need to observe for some time...I reckon.

I have been finding the most interesting writers on blogs as of late. These folks are very accomplished writers unlike Jed who fakes it with slight success. I have found that I am not accomplished at anything but I can accomplish anything by learning along the way of a project. I think somewhere in my inner format I don't want to limit myself to a profession of specaility. Perhaps I am white trash by another name...so what. I can always find out what I want to know by asking the right questions from the right sources when I need to.

Check out some of the new links I have on my links section: Marked with a +
:: posted by Tennessee Jed, 1:23 AM | link | 4 comments |

Thursday, January 12, 2006

A Life in Bail Bonds

Our local NPR station did a nice interview with one of my friends Julie. The interview yesturdee (that is not a typo) was held by my other friend Ann. You will see Julie has a charming east Tennessee accent that reminds me of my own mothers inflections. She also closes the interview with "I feel like I am helping instead of hurting" which fits the vain of not making matters worse.

Click here for the interview.

Also Jed did the sign in the stations reception area pictured here. Second photo down on the page.

It is good to know Knoxville is still a small town.
:: posted by Tennessee Jed, 8:48 PM | link | 9 comments |

Wednesday, January 11, 2006

علي بابا(Ali Baba) and a number of "lawmakers"

It really stinks to feel that all our leaders are liars. I don't want to feel that way. I find many facts that say if you trust the folks that hold office you will get let down. Everything the state and federal government vote on are packed up with non-related issues designed to confuse the average citizen. Example: medical insurance and income taxes so complex in the wordsmithing that the only winners are the ones with the best lawyers. Even the process in which we vote is complexly designed to confuse even the brightest of minds. While most smart folks are haggling over the english of a bill or law there are thugs making off with the money. Then we have to figure out if we were cheated out of it honestly or with bad intent.

It is all bad intent now, here in this place, time and space when a public servant is not serving the public, but serving his own dollars which are deflating due to the graft of his own greed.

I hope you smart folks up there in high places stop making matters worse.
:: posted by Tennessee Jed, 5:43 AM | link | 2 comments |

Tuesday, January 10, 2006

Pass the Pigs

I have been feeling like I have nothing to say as of late so I am passing the pigs. It is a fun little game you can play in a php flash applet here...good luck!

May all your moves in life be "Double Leaning Jowlers" and try and not make matters worse!
:: posted by Tennessee Jed, 5:43 AM | link | 6 comments |

Wednesday, January 04, 2006

Looking for Mr. Black

I am very interested in finding a photo of former United States Attorney to Guam, Frederick A. Black...you know the one who got demoted by Bush in November of 2002 for starting an investigation of Jack Abramoff.

I have tried all the search engines I can find for his image with no luck. I am starting to think we have a Patriot who needs a Jed graphic. Send me a link if you find one please also let me know if you think he is worthy or not.

Hell you know it ain't gonna make matters worse.

Update: All my reading on this matter was finding Mr. Black had been demoted but it looks like this says he was in fact promoted. Thanks earlnemo!

Update 2: More reading from the same people who said he was not demoted stating he was demoted...I need help here folks!!
:: posted by Tennessee Jed, 9:39 PM | link | 3 comments |

Tuesday, January 03, 2006

Tune in Tuesday

LINK to video
embeded player was screwing with my page

I need someone a person to talk to
Someone who’d care to love
Could it be you could it be you
Situation gets rough then I start to panic
It’s not enough it’s just a habit
Hey kid your sick well darling this is it
You can all just kiss off into the air
Behind my back I can see them stare
They’ll hurt me bad but I won’t mind
They’ll hurt me bad they do it all the time
Yeah yeah they do it all the time
I hope you know this will go down
On your permanent record
Oh yeah well don’t get so distressed
Did I happen to mention that I’m impressed
I take one one one cause you left me and
Two two two for my family and
3 3 3 for my heartache and
4 4 4 for my headaches and
5 5 5 for my lonely and
6 6 6 for my sorrow and
7 7 for no tomorrow and
8 8 I forget what 8 was for and
9 9 9 for a lost God and
10 10 10 10 for everything
Everything everything everything
:: posted by Tennessee Jed, 10:10 AM | link | 1 comments |

Monday, January 02, 2006

Hal 9000

On the internets I found and Jedited a couple of photos that make me think when I read stories like this. I love Google and the push button publishing that allows me an alter-ego, but I know nothing is free on earth as well.

:: posted by Tennessee Jed, 11:21 PM | link | 2 comments |

Sunday, January 01, 2006

New Years Daydream

I hope someone can explain my little dream I had during a nap on new years day.

A vivid dream of a cat that had no head. It had life and actions of a normal cat. I was keeping it alive for spare parts for my other cat.

The cat was like this photo I knew it must have a head
but I could not fix my eyes on it.

What the heck is my brain on? With dreams like that who needs drugs? I don't smoke dope anymore. Perhaps I should if that would not make matters worse.
:: posted by Tennessee Jed, 10:59 PM | link | 7 comments |