This Is What I Think.

Sunday, September 06, 2015

HAVE I RESUMED MORTALITY!




Is that why I hate so much life!!










Goodamnit I hate when I search for hours for text I know I wrote before (detailing how that must have been the summer of 1983 because I was driving that vehicle over to Lesa Jewell's house for the night we were photographed together attending the Ashdown High School prom when I was junior class president) but cannot find it. I know I wrote here somewhere about how the wreck (I guess was weeks later during summer vacation) was so violent (that truck was a tank though, there was no structure damage, not even broken glass) that the truck flipped end-over-end so that the contents of the pickup bed fell to the ground just below where it was located in the bed of the truck. I can recall Denzil saying that to me, because that was so improbable.

I think back sometimes and want to resent him and his second grade education or whatever it was but I think to myself he was obviously being managed.

I sit here now and think that if I resent anything then I resent most having to make this note.

I master time and space. I could be having fun right now. I could be sitting here right now reminiscing about all the fun I've had the past decade.










JOURNAL ARCHIVE: From: Kerry Burgess

Sent: Thursday, May 25, 2006 10:02 PM

To: Kerry Burgess

Subject: Re: Journal May 25, 2006, Supplemental


Kerry Burgess wrote:
I crashed my '67 red Ford one day during an activity we called a fox hunt, which isn't very much like the British activity, or so I guess, I've never seen the British version. My passenger in the truck, whom I don't believe is a real person, was Donald Gene Chauncy, a family friend. I was a field judge in the exercise, working to get to the location where the dogs crossed a road so I could write down their numbers and score them on various attributes of the chase. I was driving too fast down a gravel road, the truck started fish-tailing, and I hit a stump that flipped the truck upside down. I can still remember seeing Donald Gene flopping around as the truck flipped. I had a box of shotgun shells on the dashboard although we didn't actually shot at the foxes. Then I'm trying to get out and there is gasoline pouring out next to me, I had an almost full tank having filled up not much earlier.


[JOURNAL ARCHIVE 25 May 2006 excerpt ends]










JOURNAL ARCHIVE: From: Kerry Burgess

Sent: Friday, May 26, 2006 4:42 PM

To: Kerry Burgess

Subject: Re: Journal May 26, 2006


Kerry Burgess wrote:
The fox hunt organizers and the adult field judges were complimentary about my performance because I really got out there and scored the dogs. Micheal laughed during my first fox hunt when I asked if we used a shotgun or a rifle to shoot the fox. I can remember early on after I started judging, when I was still traveling with an adult, I hauled ass across this open field to get the number of a dog out by itself. We hadn't seen much that day and I wanted to score something. The dog came over to lick my hand and I disqualified it. Another time, we were around a campfire one cold night and I was lying on my back on the cold ground and he told me I was going to get sick. We always wore coveralls when we were out there. I have kept a set of those coveralls in all the years since. I think even in my Jeep until I lost it last year, I had a set of those coveralls. I can almost remember feeling naked without them. At one event, the shocks failed on my blue truck and someone commented later he thought I was going to bounce off the road because the chassis was shaking so much from any pothole I hit. Another time something went wrong with the brakes and they were screeching incredibly loudly. I can think of a lot of things like that happening. The frustration of waiting for the gas station to open up, my step-father telling me about how he had almost run out of gas in his truck.

There was that dialog with Donald Gene after I wrecked my Ford. I said: You all right? He said: Yeah, you all right? Yeah, I said. Let's get the hell out of here! I think his door opened but I had to crawl through the window because mine wouldn't open and gas was pouring out next to me.


[JOURNAL ARCHIVE 26 May 2006 excerpt ends]










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The Omega Man (1971)

Quotes


[first lines]

[the last man on earth wrecks his car]

Robert Neville: There's never a cop around when you need one.




















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From 5/12/1991 ( I was the winning race driver at the Formula One Monaco Grand Prix ) To 2/7/1997 is 2098 days

From 11/2/1965 ( my birth date in Antlers Oklahoma USA and my birthdate as the known official United States Marshal Kerry Wayne Burgess and active duty United States Marine Corps officer ) To 8/1/1971 ( premiere US film "The Omega Man" ) is 2098 days



From 5/16/1946 ( Jack Mullin demonstrated the magnetic recording tape ) To 2/7/1997 is 18530 days

18530 = 9265 + 9265

From 11/2/1965 ( my birth date in Antlers Oklahoma USA and my birthdate as the known official United States Marshal Kerry Wayne Burgess and active duty United States Marine Corps officer ) To 3/16/1991 ( my first successful major test of my ultraspace matter transportation device as Kerry Wayne Burgess the successful Ph.D. graduate Columbia South Carolina ) is 9265 days





http://www.tv.com/shows/the-outer-limits/stream-of-consciousness-21470/

tv.com


The Outer Limits Season 3 Episode 5

Stream of Consciousness

Aired Friday 9:00 PM Feb 07, 1997 on Showtime

AIRED: 2/7/97



http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0667957/plotsummary

IMDb


The Outer Limits (TV Series)

Stream of Consciousness (1997)

Plot Summary


When a virus starts killing people hooked up neurally to a worldwide information network, the only person who can stop it is a man unable to link into it due to a childhood injury.










http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0067525/quotes

IMDb


The Omega Man (1971)

Quotes


Neville: THERE IS NO PHONE RINGING, DAMMIT!

Neville: There is no phone.



















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Springfield! Springfield!


Omega Man, The (1971)


Between the Family at night and you in the daytime... shooting at anything that moved, man, we had to stay low.










https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/May_1946


May 1946

From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia

The following events occurred in May 1946:


At the Institute of Radio Engineers convention in San Francisco, Major Jack Mullin of the U.S. Army Signal Corps, demonstrated the Magnetophon and its magnetic recording tape, which he had found in Germany following the Allied victory in World War II. The high fidelity system had never been heard in the United States, and with Mullin as a consultant, the Ampex company developed the first American audiotape recording systems.




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Amarillio Globe-News


Symposium to examine Bing Crosby's contributions

Posted: Sunday, November 24, 2002

Peter Goodman

Newsday


There were so many facets to Crosby's life that it is impossible to deal with them all except at great length (Giddins' first volume runs to 728 pages).

One of the lesser known, yet extremely important, was his involvement with tape recording. There were phonograph recorders and machines that used wire before World War II, but their sound quality was not very high and none was capable of high fidelity, quick reproduction and easy editing.

As it happened, German engineers had developed magnetic tape recorders. After World War II, a GI named John Mullin found some, as well as 50 rolls of tape. He brought them back to the United States, rebuilt a couple, and gave a demonstration May 16, 1946. Two of Crosby's business managers became very excited when they heard one and went straight to the singer. He located Ampex, a small defense contractor looking for peacetime work, and lent them $50,000 to build him some recorders.













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http://www.tv.com/shows/the-outer-limits/stream-of-consciousness-21470/trivia/

IMDb


The Outer Limits Season 3 Episode 5

Stream of Consciousness

Aired Friday 9:00 PM Feb 07, 1997 on Showtime

QUOTES


Ryan: You don't see? It's out of your control! Practicaly every thought you have, every ideea, every inside is all downloaded from that thing. It's not gonna let you pull the plug. It is not gonna let you want to.

Janet: How can you know? How can you be sure?

Ryan: 'Cause I'm outside...










http://www.tv.com/shows/the-outer-limits/stream-of-consciousness-21470/trivia/

IMDb


The Outer Limits Season 3 Episode 5

Stream of Consciousness

Aired Friday 9:00 PM Feb 07, 1997 on Showtime

QUOTES


Janet: Stanley says that you can even do arithmetic in your head.

Ryan: I wouldn't be too impressed. I don't have a choice.










JOURNAL ARCHIVE: posted by H.V.O.M at 8:35 PM Friday, September 02, 2005


I didn't want people around as I committed the only thing I seemed to have control of anymore. So I started back and I'm glad it's not raining anymore, I only had on sweatpants and sweatjacket. It takes me 22 hours to shuffle my way back to my Jeep. Weird(er) things happened to me on the way back.


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JOURNAL ARCHIVE: posted by H.V.O.M at 3:03 PM Saturday, September 03, 2005


and from the months of wondering daily if we were going to silently run into an anti-ship mine just like our fellow ship experienced halfway through our deployment and from the distant thumping sound of countermeasures launching when an enemy fire control radar scanned us and from the unmistakeable machinery noises of the missiles going to the rails at any hour of the day or night while I lied there staring in the semi-dark at the ceiling of my coffin-like bunk six inches from my face wondering if the next sound I heard would be the sound of our missile igniting or whether it would be the sound of a bulkhead exploding from the impact of a missile on us or whether I would just hear nothing at all.


[JOURNAL ARCHIVE 03 September 2005 excerpt ends]



- posted by H.V.O.M - Kerry Wayne Burgess 12:21 AM Pacific Time Spokane Valley Washington USA Sunday 06 September 2015