Natchitoches' Blog

Oh my gosh! If I say anymore I can’t say oh my gosh! If I never ask fate for another thing, let me win this set of play! I wasn’t even trying! Yes it’s too much to ask for and still I’m entering it in. Sure I had to use Elvis; it’s all fair, so did they! I’m h my gosh, I’m about as rotten as an empty bag of chips! Yaz!

But.

Well I apologize I haven't listened to this yet. I intend to very soon when I have the time in the evening sometime. But I'm sure it's good. I have a lot of good luck with these kinds of uploads.

And someone poses a good question. What's special about the wilderness for me. Most people would decline the questions hoping the term "metaphysical" might some day have meaning that has settlement. I like being that way actually: it's the best way to respond to ambiguous things.

So oh I forgot. About the time I knew no one from a time before that was connected to anything but childhood's consequences of getting older. I felt about as sad about not seeing "those people" as a young girl would feel in the middle age of teen life looking forward to final emancipation, would feel about losing a true prospect in a spouse. Am I strange to myself? Yes and it was hurting me despite. I was about 21 and they were still children and older young adults and I had no reason to know them or that is my final statement, my mother and I went out on a trip west since, I would never travel to open story again. My life has a fatal edge on it that I wrote about in a book called "The Candy Bar," so that also, no one could actually believe it. As it is, I am trying to say something about moving on and I can't. But this story is beside all other considerations, since, I'll also take it with me: I believe if you can ever put it all together, that is the point which is making me wary and upset and that no one can tender for me. (I don't mean cash by any means, I mean by metaphysics.) Oh that's good! I live a chosen path of metaphysics! Does that help anyone? Of course not. It has no meaning. So there is no meaning. Fine. Moving on, as usual.

Oh I'm sorry, I post two related posts over on my Wordpress page: redcrosse10999.wordpress.com and they should have been over here. Well also, over there, I promised to post Elvis tunes. I'm sorry is all I can say now and reference the indiscretion here. And let my wordpress readers wonder since they also know to find me here and vice versa.

Well!

I really like hunting lodges though; though many people do. I know his mom was a closet avid huntress. (I can't say how I know that. Actually at the time I was still learning how to hunt! But already quite accomplished. Not to speak of anything like that however. And that's also in part why I am in locations of the kind besides other demands to be there.)

But honestly, if you don't see him dressed in black, you can't notice him. I did say in my story I never met him again and couldn't ever find out what about him and her. Yes, that's also true. I'm still a little wary; a lot wary, concerning that, ... I dunno. I thought I'd ramble on a bit. More. About, you know: nothing.

So we were going to be in what is also still known as Greenland sometimes but more likely now Iceland/Greenwich as survey continues; after many weeks, it became necessary to move around again and I had to agree and I said about that. The persons I'm traveling with have seemed to become more noticeable. I don't realize that has any truth though; I think everything's been noticeable in the same way really. This is maybe my wariness. But I'm going to get over it.

So really, if you don't see him dressed in dark clothes that are like tight neatly fitting dark suits or long dark suits, you really don't notice him. Also, he's usually blond. I don't know why he recently died his hair dark chestnut brown again. He won't tell me. I finally got him to die it back blond again.

I used to know a child who used to shout at me, "Moose! Moose!" For the life of me, I never forgot that child. I was a younger teenager at the time and he was a very young child. I have to tell you all, when I looked at him, the moment I laid eyes on him, I thought that he was Paul McCartney as a child with blond hair. As years went on, he continued to resemble the same. I thought for a long time, I had been visited by angels, because, as fate would have it, his mother, a kind, vibrant, recently divorced not middle aged woman, reminded me of a close relation of mine I couldn't spot. And I never told her. She told me and he agreed, that they thought we were somehow related. I couldn't believe anyone would ever say that to me. My family lived in Europe and I couldn't say more. I never learned what anyone knew about that really ever. I grew up and never knew them again and never forgot them either. I ran into the mother once, looking for her, through a letter and other relations. And I got an update on the little boy and he wasn't a little boy anymore and at 20 he looked like Chris Pratt, the famous actor, with blond hair; the child never quit striking me as destined for severe fame. I know nothing about anything that I can state. I often tell people I know to beware of me that way.

Life went on as strangely as I describe it to the point of a fiction that I cannot repeal from facts that have no ending of non-tales and things that aren't remembered, because most of real life never is. I never forgot my childhood friend and as years went on, I learned we are strangely related. But uneventfully to a good short story that I know how to tell.

"Moose! Moose!" My heart used to sink. I was a child myself in retrospect and I was being bullied by a healthier child than myself. What could I do? Bear the humiliation. I can't remember why I was given the name, but I was. Why on earth? I did something to deserve it that's all I remember. Well in that case, I asked and asked the youngster to please quit doing that and that I thought we were actually very good friends and so he should understand (he had another child partner in this and then recruited more children in this until I had to realize they must mean to say, "nerd! nerd!" but I didn't tell them that, hoping that, it wasn't like that; I couldn't actually understand); well, I told him he should understand he was hurting my feelings. He never did and I never forgave him. I think I finally understood that he finally forgot I existed. I'm not sure if that's an accurate story or just folklore I can tell. But I was happy to learn that we have had folklore between us. I miss them both and their friends, but that situation has sadly, gravely passed from my possibility and I have had to envelope a kind of strange loneliness over life's tragedies that pertain to everyman's problem with "what might have been" and this even concerning if things had been different from a daily exercise routine, or anything else so mundane as to have a reason to continue citing a group of persons when, there wasn't really the purpose to do it apparently, or the reasons or opportunities. Live and learn. I do not extend my gratuity for relatives because of sad political times we have lived in in the decades of my lifetime and I cannot make that a good explanation, but I don't claim a real family life by any means.

Every time I come to Alaska or the Yukon or really anywhere in northern Canada or the territories, which happens often enough. I find my friend in his childhood again. (I can't quite call him a childhood friend.) Because I find things named, "Moose!" And I can't quit the memory of the sound of his shouting at me, as if I'm late for one of our appointments. I can still look across the front seat at his mother (though I can't remember the make of her car anymore) and see her blue eyes looking mistily at me as she told me some stories about life and its sweetness and thinking we had to be related, because they sounded familiarly told somehow.

I thought it was seriously nice enough to post.

Website link: Good Omen Snack Boxes

Now I'm extremely embarrassed! In the first place, I'm supposed to know about birth omen boxes: it's saying that you should be thankful for the childbirth and that you can consume flesh or food product to give thanks and to show happiness and to bring the faith of good omens to your family and baby and yourself. Yes, right. Positivism for childbirth, I remember that.

Oh I'm sort of sorry. I thought I posted this in the first thing this morning. I've just spent the day, muddling through many other things besides my otherwise post through day and forgot what I started out to place to mention. (Days like this aren't really gonna keep happening though I doubt.) And, I forgot that; well I remember now I didn't know how to say it really. So I can't really say it adequately to present the topic safely for myself and others involved and otherwise, correctly. But. Imagine a Bladerunner post-apocalyptic setting and that it was global and that there were places to be in it. Maybe. That's not even exactly it. So I thought to not say it. But the rest of the day, doesn't seem right and why not? jeopardize my life and safety in order to complete a story better and the way it was meant.

So I mean to: I said several weeks ago that I am moving to Queens NY on this website. I actually hushed that, because I shouldn't have jumped my own news when I didn't realize that I can't tell news like that. I'm trying to establish a set of things to course for the future and there's no doing it. So Queens isn't actually a lie. The LIRR district there is for real for my future and my family with me. However, then other things stood in the way to making it seem more immediately real to anyone else. And I decided to ignore what I had said. Finally, I just gave up and went back to anything and here we are -- again. Or was that my wordpress site. Gosh I'm tired. I didn't even need to mention it here.

Meanwhile, while I was examining my situation still with other persons in smallest number possible, I kept saying how I envisioned often a good future story for myself in Taiwan. I can always see myself moving to Taipei. For a long time now. However, it's doubtful to ever be true. So myself and another person thought it was a good idea and to make it try to seem true, since, besides LIRR Queens, which is a good enough hacksaw stab at reality, Songshan Taipei is rather radically a good ideal to share ideas on for ourselves. I have a few people to make the terms for me on the story. I need a story you see: I can't just exist. This is all self-assigned responsibility and for nothing else but my own vanity.

Ya, Next TV Neihu, was saying just while back that they were being very influenced by times and economy in China's maritimes, to turn more to the method of internet TV programming and broadcasting for the future.

And also. However it may or may not seem absurd. I find, more often now than before, but also before, at the end of a work day, whatever hours that might hold, I prefer to think that rest could be in the form of a concrete slab outside of a hypermarket. This isn't for any reason of statement compulsion or physical need to compel notice of my activity being that; no, it's for the terms of aggravation with thinking about finding my mattress, whereas, I could otherwise, find a nice place like Niehu and sleep outdoors ready to work the next day. No seriously. I think of it sometimes and it seems sweet. Falling asleep on the packaged goods at any hypermarket has to be an ideal in the minds of more persons than just myself though. So also, you could seem more professional about it and stand outdoors until it becomes something to want to lie down. There.

Yep, there's a lot of rumor of a lot of Taiwan broadcast TV possibly up for some big change revival. That sounds strange coming from me who believes that everything has already had some enormous change. So I mean, it has so that, .... I shouldn't be talking now that way. What I think compared to whatever else.

But I've heard that rumor and I've shared my ideas about it with people I have that I can share my ideas about it. There's also the upkeep of Torrentz Technologies in Broadcast; no one is excited about this. But I consider it to be a horrible situation overall, since I know that, there are few other technological specification outlets, devastations and all, that are able to carry out broadcast under terms without Torrentz. (That land in that place has been telling a lot of lies for a good long while, but I said that I was going to say the one thing and that's all so.)

Oh I forgot! One last thing from me tonight/today. I learned during covid, that a lot of Taiwan television, because of things happening in Mainland China and other things that happen in internet technology and the problem that North Korea is to everyone in the maritime areas there (by the way, that's everyone), Taiwan is relying more heavily on CCTV and CCTV related TV programming affiliation than becoming more independent like other smaller asian countries and provinces all in the Mainland region have opted. Not everyone has opted to become more progressively independent of CCTV international program marketing options or with internet programming options, by the way; but CCTV is a tough nut even in Australian competitive markets, which don't compete, for instance, with Dubai providers, who are prominent throughout Asia. However, I am very fond of working with CCTV as alternative provider for TV program satisfaction, too long of a story, so I know a little about it and its limitations and non-limitations. I'd say I have it made in the shade with a pink lemonade stand in Mumbai; I wish I could say I have reliance alternative in Bollywood, but I'm not able to handle Mumbai so well as direct relations to CCTV political clarity. Mumbai is way too fine on Hollywood for me: no more to be said. And I know they can understand some problem with it. I think I'm not the only one who has problem with that "place." So. Well. To now anyway, that's the story. The future, what would it have been? I'll tell you; it's surprising, there might have been a future, if there hadn't been a predetermining past. Nothing and no time to elaborate. So that's also why I said all this, this far out. From the present story as I tell it, let's say, no, there's nothing of hope to believe in and never was. Okay, so on with the point.

Taiwan is thinking of shutting down some of its independent networking: I think that's Next TV and Sanlih E-TV. I have been researching therefore, some many possibilities for the usage of the progress of those two "brands" if you can think of tv broadcast as "brands" of opportunities for having a way to broadcast prepared programs or other things in utility of a broadcast industry. No, not myself: thanks for the vote of confidence. (Oh gosh. I wish I could say something about that. But no way also to walk down that heavy road of misery again.)

So finally, the whole point of this is to say again; I said it once many many months ago, somewhere else, that I also like the Neihu area of Taipei, not only because of the commercial industries there and the fact that I think that Taipei generally presents a very positive image and way to think of Asian commerce abroad and also for modeling other Asian commerce corporations abroad: you can see this if you see any of Taipei really; and other positivistic ideals you can get from city planning.

But as for the TV stations in the location, well, it could be used for many broadcast applications. I'm horribly temerarious in saying that there never has been known to be a Silicone Valley TV situation. It's like I make things up. Most of that if it existed on a land anywhere was the Next Gen formica of something that also never was that was TVLand. No joke; however, these are not terrestrial histories. So that, both TVLand, like the cable station, but it was that before terrestrial reruns claimed to know it; and its Next Gen Silicone Valley TV situation, I forget exactly what Silicone Valley TV called itself: no it never would have been Holly anything, too long of a story, but no. What was it now? I think besides an antiquation of "BubbleTV" when it was an antiquated system, it was often just, Cellular TV; all prematrix of terrestrial telecommunications to openly speak of. So, since, I'm sort of sick of being the only person in the universe stuck with having to make the statements of being strange to believing or not believing something .... I dunno, I thought I'd say something else.

Another excellent Metavore qualifying restaurant I’d say in Taipei City.

Let’s see for who doesn’t yet know from me: there’s primarily in the north to the water’s rim: Taipei City(the original central hub), New Taipei City (a newer more rustic and laid back version of the central hub), and Taoyuan City to the farther west — which is interpretably the new rage of futurism in the Taipei area. From there you easily drive south down the coastline passing many other smaller good city communities, like Taichung City and Tainan City, right down to Kaohsiung City. And to the east and north surrounding Taipei City, I interpret still Taipei including a lot of city resorts (that is some great China Mainland tradition to include grand parks to municipality) and Keelung City which is rather suburban for Taiwan. Ya!

“The World Famous Shilin Night Market! From the Shilin District of Taipei City Taiwan! Good afternoon and good evening everybody! I’m here for another installment of Taiwan Street Markets!”

I’m thinking maybe it’s true. Wow! A reliable soothsayer says my YouTube channel, Patty Sforza, which I think is well enough but also intentionally uneventful now, might soon in another couple years after some more organizational work, branch out to an on location vloggy format on Taiwan Street Markets! With a possibly extended future into other similar things.

I have no way to believe I’ll ever have the time, will or real world ability to do that in my oddly laid out lifetime — but I’m willing for convincing sooth to maybe believe.

Well alright! I’m also going to post this onto my YouTube channel. I have to apologize for not posting the three bread recipes I promised. I’m still recovering a cough and I’ve been rather busy — my family also tries to celebrate epiphany every year. It’s not at all easy!! We just broke up a three week very tight schedule.