†"The Black Box"†: March 2013

And He receives pain that only opens further...

Last month's Liber Thisharb post was quite an experience. A revealing arrangement. Another installment is in preparation.

Leviticus 19-27 Month Three

Didn't have last month by the tail. Playing catch up, here's Month Two:

I had some training injuries and that has put me on bedrest. Several physical tasks have been postponed or delegated. Even went to an acupuncturist last week. The electrical needles are much more stimulating if you ask me.

Things have been quite busy around here lately. Which is incredibly good.

Last month's favorites:

Storey's Guide to Raising Rabbit's provided a wealth of information. Especially addressing key concepts often overlooked by amateurs. I have a hutch design that Rhys and I will be completing this week. The design didn't come from this book however. It came from these great people:

pvc hutch e book

This was a library find and it stole my vision from the shelf.

In days it was consumed. Truly a gem of counter-journalism. A gift for all those who may perceive it's inherent value.

Some titles occlude themselves from the mainstream yet this surfaced in library featured section. This causes me to find an unknown warmth passing affluently through my sense and intoxicating my mask with pleasure.

This Animation was very well done. I was in severe pain the morning I watched it. A knee injury.

The intense presence of hot angry pain was incredibly at peace with its opiate based relief. Rhys says he will check it out later with me.

Benjamin Tucker-Individual Liberty E-Book

This man continues to influence me with his observations and ideas though he has been a long time off.

Fiddler's green:

"Halfway down the trail to Hell,

In a shady meadow green

Are the Souls of all dead troopers camped,

Near a good old-time canteen.

And this eternal resting place

Is known as Fiddlers' Green.

Marching past, straight through to Hell

The Infantry are seen.

Accompanied by the Engineers,

Artillery and Marines,

For none but the shades of Cavalrymen

Dismount at Fiddlers' Green.

Though some go curving down the trail

To seek a warmer scene.

No trooper ever gets to Hell

Ere he's emptied his canteen.

And so rides back to drink again

With friends at Fiddlers' Green.

And so when man and horse go down

Beneath a saber keen,

Or in a roaring charge of fierce melee

You stop a bullet clean,

And the hostiles come to get your scalp,

Just empty your canteen,

And put your pistol to your head

And go to Fiddlers' Green."

Prior to hearing of this diet

I had been experiencing serious digestive issues. After reading "The New Evolution", the term biomechanics came to mind. There are other books out there, but I have only read this one thus far.