Wednesday, September 26, 2012

New Kansas arts commission plans to seek federal grant

Kansas City Star – ‎40 minutes ago‎

TOPEKA The newly formed Kansas Creative Arts Industries Commission plans to apply for National Endowment for the Arts funding in an effort to revive the flow of grant money that ended when Gov.

Just a follow up of an article we referenced some months ago.  The artsy groups want money, always. The problem, in many cases, seems to be talent or at the least, followers for the egotist.

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Another:

Kids Claim New School Lunches Leave Stomachs Growling

ABC News – ‎2 hours ago‎

Two baked fish nuggets, a cup of vegetables, half a cup of mashed potatoes, one whole grain roll and 8 ounces of fat free milk. That’s the fuel that American high school students are federally mandated to receive in their school lunches this year as

Now, if we can just get rid of the school coke machines, we’ll have some slender kids in the future – unless someone proves that short meals lead to diabetes.

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Having finished yet two more books, I opened another, paused and closed it. It occurred to me I’ve been reading far too much.

It isn’t that I’m not physically active (though far less than the body seems to demand), it is just I haven’t given myself time to think about, mull over, chew (as it were) over the material consumed. I’ve been gulping my food, in fact.

So, this morning I’ve been thinking about books. I realized I hadn’t a clue as to the number consumed. Even more, I couldn’t tell you the titles of most. Nor the authors. Well, except for Norton, Drake and . . .

That was certainly non-productive.

My skittering mind took a sidewise lurch and I began, failing to pin down specifics, to search for themes.

I did a little better there. Space Opera, muckety aliens, dark freezing planets (which were somehow always described in full light, and worm hole travelling faster than light ships. Oh, and the Hero against the universe (which the author always writes is an impossible battle, but from which negativity the Hero emerges triumphant.

That was gaining no traction in my unsatisfied soul, so that mind of mine bounced over to near death experiences.

I realized I had read a series within which the hero had near death experiences. He had several in fact. It’s took me several minutes to come up with a title, however. It was the Monster Hunters.

Having gotten that far, the Eddings series popped up and then several others. The Eddings series didn’t do any near death stuff – except with a horse and Belgarath (well, maybe with Belgarion in the pond thing when he was young). But the concept was now in my mind and I went from books to stories told me by real live people about near death experiences.

I started thinking about similarities. God is generally portrayed as a Gandolf type of figure. More elderly, long silver hair, at the very least salt and pepper hair, tall, straight, and, one gets the feeling listening to the tellers, white.

Now why white, I haven’t a clue. Thinking about it I’ve never seen the need to question the teller of the experience why white (when it is mentioned at all, that is. It’s never been often the skin color of God has come up).

But, as the teller continues along, there is an intermediate individual that interviews the transgressor of death before sending them back to the world. That intermediate seems slightly older than the individual, some time starting as a known person to the teller, yet generally the figure morphs into an unknown but completely trusted personage, who finishes the interview,   passes judgment, convinces the teller they are intruding the plane early, and turns them back.

That leaves, as far as I wish to take this, with the victim, teller. They seem to come in four groups. Those that travel the gate; those that travel the tunnel; those that are aware of having a body; and, those that are unaware of the body.

One may see the combination.

I’ve found, after some questions of the tellers, that those aware of a body have mostly regressed their true ages or progressed their true ages, to a middle age (subjective feelings apparently), fit and firm, straight, height seemingly immaterial. But the important thing is that middle age, and fit.

There you go. I’m not about to dwell on the subject the rest of the day, but it has gotten this one started.

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From the reaches,

Ten Mile

About tenwhiskey

User tenwhiskey is also the author of this blog. He currently lives in small town Kansas in a semi-retired condition. His kids are married and gone (thank you). An empty nester. Divorced. Very happy with life as it is. Ten Mile maintains a personal blog here, writing of events as they appear to him; commentary, and opinions abound. He deviates into fiction as the mood strikes and creates flash fiction stories and short stories. He will not warn the reader when he drifts from fact to fiction. He feels adults are, generally, smart enough to figure out which is which. He does, however, attempt to make his fiction sound as true to life as possible. You have been warned. He, as time permits, writes and occasionally sells writing. More often than not he gives it away to various non-paying publishers of Ether Magazines, forums or for entertainment on a wall for in need of a hand friends. He likes candy, pies and a certain amount of strife. In the matter of strife - in his yourth on the farm, he became embroiled in a slinging fight. The fight involved lath as a launcher, fresh cow patties as ammo and it was a six way free for all. A little mud only adds (Umm?) a certain taste to life.
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