The magical healing powers of Half Day Partyboat Fishing

Huh? Fishing? As Therapy?

More than that, pal. Half Day Partyboat Fishing is MAGIC. It’s therapeutic, it’s healing, it’s retorative, it’s better for you than all those Miracle Cure foot powders, back massagers, squishy pillows made in America or even all the berry juice extracts you can buy on the Internet.

PLUS, you can catch dinner. Here’s why…

Many Partyboats offer three half day fishing trips a day, which in itself is amazing. That’s cuz a half day is the term for a four hour trip.

“Nice Half Day, here, folks.”

Morning,  Afternoon and evening, Example, the Island Princess sails from Captree State Park 7-11AM, Noon to 4PM and 6-10PM.

Each trip has its advantages.  Examples.

Morning trip. Great way to start the day set your Happy Meter for the whole day, fish, wake up slow on the gorgeous bay or ocean, rejuvenate, hit the dock just after 11, you’re a ball of positive bliss for the rest of the day.

Afternoon trip. Had a rough morning? FIX your day! Turn it on its heels. Send the blues away, chase some fluke or seabass, or even bluefish depending what they’re sailing for. Back just after 4. your evening will ROCK.

Evening, sunset trips. Bad day at work? Or even a good day? You know what they say. Hey Jude, “Make it even better!” Bring a sweatshirt or a jacket, it’s always cooler on the water, grab your dinner take out at Captree Cove restaurant right there at the dock, maybe a couple nice beverages, enjoy the sunset and fish through sundown, enjoy, cool off and even become part of the gorgeous scenery of the sunset, back just after 10PM or so, sleep like a baby dreaming of the beauty of the bay and ocean…

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Virtue, Reward and …

Virtue is its own reward…

The greater good.

Greater good for who?

Greater good for mankind at large? So if there are only 100 people and 51 will be betered and 49 not, take care of the 51? What if YOU are of the 49? Is it not more virtuous to better your own kind? What if the greater good for mankind is the lesser good for the rest of the planet? Would not the most virtuous thing be for the Earth to survive rather than just our own flawed species?

Good then is subjective, no?

Emotion, mood and character in reconciling Quantum Determinism and Free Will

A WORK IN PROGRESS

I am trying to reconcile Quantum Pre-determination and Free Will…

So, do I HAVE Free Will? Or am I 100% pre-determined?

Choices are binary.
My awareness is not granular enough to comprehend the binary causes and effects that affect my ultimate behavior.
Perhaps it is not 100% one or the other…
Assume I have free will. But that will is weak. Not all powerful. I cannot do just ANYTHING I want to. I can only influence an outcome of course. I can be a catalyst and improve the probability of an outcome. i.e. I cannot move a mountain. I can, however, move a chair, but to move the chair I might need to get out of the chair and put my hands on it and grab the chair and push it or pick it up. If I am tired or lazy or the phone rings and I get delayed or distracted, I might NOT move the chair.

Also, I seek pleasure and comfort and avoid discomfort. My current comfort in the chair where it is as I sit right now as I write this might influence my decision making process to actually exercise my free will to act on actually getting up and moving it.

So if the phone rings just as I act to move the chair I might exclaim, “F*****G PHONE!” and grumble. I do that.

So, my behavior has been affected / influenced by an outside event , which itself may heave been pre-determined and or the act of someone else’s free will.  And, it caused an emotion, short term.

Now, let’s say the phone call ends and immediately rings again, further confounding my chair moving plans, I might unleash a barrage of “SH**M***********S,”  etc… I do that, too.

Imagine it happens three more time, and then while I’m still on the phone, the doorbell rings, the pot of soup I have on boils over and a pop-up window shows up on my screen screwing up the phone call.

This might change my mood. See where I’m going?

And if life has been this way for all my life I could be a grumpy nasty prick who bitches about everything.

But I’m not. I am though an easily influenced take it all personally moody person, and also an incredible optimist and cheerleader for the planet, and yet I get down in the dumps at times and or what some would say even depressed, whatever that is actually.

Now is that all somewhere in my DNA? One little gene with a DNA thingy flipped on or off somewhere? Hell if I know, but I’m starting to think this is all driving towards a Nature/Nurture balance, even a see sawing one and it might be the strength of my free will vs. my comfort zone tolerance to do unpleasant things even when I don’t want to, vs the desire to do pleasant things on the other hand, even ones that might have detrimental consequences down the road should I do those pleasure inducing things even though I know the consequences.

And all of this is influenced by outside factors in the equation, whatever that may be. And there may actually be an equation. Is this getting somewhere?

Parameters:

  1.  Bill’s will.
  2.  Physical capabilities, arm strength, etc…
  3.  Outside factor, weight of chair
  4.  to be continued

Conclusions:

I have free will, but I’m not all powerful to do whatever the hell I want.

If something isn’t fun, I might put it off as long as possible, but sooner or later, my survival instinct will kick in and I’ll get off my ass and move the chair, if you will. or If I will, rather.

Further thoughts:

Heisenberg and Schroedinger and the two slit experiment are making a big play here I think. If I OBSERVE my own behavior, my behavior changes. I wanna just drop all this shit today and go fishing, which would be way pleasurable, except that it’s kinda chilly, but they’re slaughtering the bluefish in the bay. Tomorrow will be warmer though, and I have been putting off making some long overdue doctor appointments because I’m a woosie, but when I observe my behavior and think through the consequences of putting them off longer, I STILL don’t get on the phone myself and just friggin’ do it. BUT? I start thinking about WHY I don’t do it, I start writing this and I need to experiment to test my evolving theory / theories and I use the doctor appointments and some other unpleasant life tasks as test cases and son of a bitch if I don’t get my dander up and get on the stick and actually DO THEM!

Why? How did I do this? Why did these things finally happen?

Because I put myself under the microscope! I was being watched. And I wanted to make myself look good.

WHOA! WTF! Might this work to help me combat my procrastination in the future?

It might. It just might.

And now? I wrote this and I made those doctor appointments and did some other stuff on my TODO list I was putting off and sonofabitch if I’m not in a great mood now as opposed to be afraid of the friggin’ world and bummed out about it.

Pretty cool, huh?

A cheese sandwich is a basic sandwich generally made with one or more varieties of cheese on any sort of bread

Cheese sandwich
A cheese sandwich is a basic sandwich generally made with one or more varieties of cheese on any sort of bread, such as flat bread or wheat bread, that may include spreads such as butter or mayonnaise. Wikipedia
Notorious cheese sandwich from Fyre Festival was actually meant for the STAFF and there was decent food, organizers claim as $100M suit looms Image of cheese sandwich became symbol of failed Fyre Festival in the Bahamas Festival was to run two weekends in April and May, but was cancelled on first day Reports of subpar conditions on beach filled with refugee tents and feral dogs Now festival organizer claims that the cheese sandwich was actually for staff By Keith Griffith and Jennifer Smith For Dailymail.com PUBLISHED: 16:12 EDT, 1 May 2017 | UPDATED: 17:39 EDT, 1 May 2017 Read more: http://www.dailymail.co.uk/news/article-4463720/Fyre-Festival-cheese-sandwich-staff-organizers.html#ixzz4fxgbY14U Follow us: @MailOnline on Twitter | DailyMail on Facebook
Nutrition Facts
Cheese sandwich

Amount Per0.5 oz (14.2 g)

Calories 71
% Daily Value*
Total Fat 3.6 g 5%
Saturated fat 0.6 g 3%
Polyunsaturated fat 1.3 g
Monounsaturated fat 1.5 g
Cholesterol 1 mg 0%
Sodium 119 mg 4%
Potassium 43 mg 1%
Total Carbohydrate 8 g 2%
Dietary fiber 0.4 g 1%
Protein 1.4 g 2%
Vitamin A 0% Vitamin C 0%
Calcium 2% Iron 2%
Vitamin B-6 0% Vitamin B-12 0%
Magnesium 2%

How to get the house clean enough to have people over

Being alone for a number of years and also being a king hell slob, sort of an anti-Feng Shui, poster boy for entropy even… I’ve learned the hard way, and now I share with you, in the hopes that you not suffer as long or as deeply as have I.

We all know the easy ones. You know, go broke and soon you have no one who wants to see you anyway. That always works.

On a real note, if you’re as sedentary as I am you likely spend a shitload of time at your desk, fucking around with the computer or just typing, oh, sorry…

KEYBOARDING they call it now. Ass monkeys.

Back to topic, just look in front of you and there’s probably a bunch of shit you can just throw out.  I keep huge wastebaskets to both my left and right, and they plenty of action.

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Don’t attempt to attack the whole joint at once. Try just straightening up six feet around you in all  directions. It hurts at first but you get good at it and all of a sudden it starts to make the rest of the place look even MORE like shit. That, folks is progress.

If you have no shame and the contrast doesn’t bother you? Well, you can move your desk 12 feet and start over… But go ahead and consider that, how stupid and even physically challenging, even dangerous that would be, Plus, if you tend to wander around in the dark at night, off to take a leak, a couple of broken toes and splintered shins later will convince you you really are an idiot.

Try the above and let me know how it works out.

If

I get anyone who reads this far and gets back to me, consider this as,

to be continued…

 

I remember when same sex marriage meant…

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I remember when same sex marriage meant every Thursday night after Bowling League and Chinese Take Out.

Mr. Obama, TEAR DOWN that health care system… the Beef Jerky Diaries, Part I of II…

4 January, 2017… Long Island… NY…

I’m making beef jerky… it’s a slow, deliberate process, interesting at times, smells GREAT when mixing the marinade, hands ache with the cold when slicing the London Broil into 1/4 inch strips, but a wonderful investment in time and down home DIY for a guy who just retired early at 62 and awaits his first Social Security direct bank deposit next month. Life is full of little big freight train hurdling down a mountain with the engineer slumped over incidents lately, ole Casey with an arrow in his back, or maybe a bullet hole, and a gold or payroll robbery going on in the parlor cars.

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I don’t know. Casey Jones I’m not, though I do suddenly want to hear Johnny Cash’s version of the wreck of the Old ’97. I relate more to poor old Steve.

For background mumbo jumbo, Fox News blares from the den, across the kitchen and into the dining room, where this desk is, also where I mixed the beef jerky ingredients and sliced the beef. That’s all done and now soaking in a triple lined for security marinade for 24 hours.

The news, I suddenly notice has taken on a beefy slaughter tone of its own. Just as I take my heaviest cleaver and skillfully sever 1/4 inch strips of raw flesh off the shrinking end of London Broil number 1 and then London Broil Number 2 until a pile of bloody meat ingots lay in the aluminum roasting pan I am using as a staging area, I am listening to what I realize is a similar gory sort of process unfolding before the American people in Washington DC, that being the dismantling of Obamacare, the very legacy of President Barack Obama’s entire claim to fame, should he wind up with one at all, but as it’s going today,
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it looks like he’s headed for a quiet place next to Jimmy Carter at this rate.

Now, I don’t know if Obamacare is as bad as it appears to have proven to be. I tried to read it when it was published originally and people laughed at me for attempting to tackle
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the 1200 page behemoth plop factor cut and paste disgrace that was signed into law without ANYONE running their eyes over each and every page with any level of comprehension.

I may be 62, but I’m still intensely idealistic, naive and gullible.

What I find ironic, frightening, even spooky, is the similarity that today’s posturing and sound byte photo op camera grabbing power struggle by both parties to stab each other for maximum wound damage has to not all that many years ago when the statue of Saddam Hussein was toppled in the bloody dusty streets of Baghdad. It took all day. People danced, spit, slapped it with their shoes, apparently an ultimate insult in that region of the world, or was that the body of the REAL subject of the statue some years later? Hmmm. Maybe both.


It’s political porn, really.

I have cleaned up my beef jerky mess, and the body is hidden in the refrigerator for 24 hours of marinating. Tomorrow at this time I will hang each fleshy strip skewered by a toothpick from the oven rack and dry it all out at 175 degrees Fahrenheit, all the life juices dripping into a couple of those big aluminum pans to catch the blood and Tabasco.

I like Beef Jerky, and they say it’s even somewhat of a healthy snack. DIY do it yourself saves money, and no preservatives and all natural ingredients make it even healthier, plus money will be saved.

They hope to accomplish similar results for a nation divided by tearing Obamacare out by the roots and replacing it with something healthier, cheaper, more palatable even.

Good luck America, I love you, and I sure as hell need you healthy. Too bad politics and lawmaking aren’t as cut and dried as making beef jerky.

Be back tomorrow, for part II on the beef jerky. For now,

Hugs and fishes,

15:01 pm Eastern Time, Long Island, NY…
Bill Purkins
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long island man stumbles upon the PERFECT pizza amazing exclusive photo

The PERFECT PIZZA? How can it be? We Americans are very picky about our pizza, and everyone has a unique idea of what their idea of perfection is.

Yet, one Long Island man, Bill Purkins, a self admitted incompetent and newcomer to the pizza making arena, claims to have created the PERFECT pizza, and he is willing to share it woth the world.

His process, which is based in inexact science, trial, error and careless inexperience, allows him to create a pizza with a graduating variety of crust styles by its very nature guaranteed to fit the preference of nearly everyone. You like a thin crust? Deep dish? Sicilian style? Or anything in between? Chances are that you will get that in each and every slice. How do we do it? Let’s look at a sample slice and the sheer genius will jump right out and stab you in the retina like a an ice pick dipped in lemon juice.

The Purkins Pizza, genius? Or shoddy incompetence? YOU decide.
The Purkins Pizza, genius? Or shoddy incompetence? YOU decide.

This incredible unedited photo was taken in a kitchen on Long Island, in NY, by its creator, grandfather, empty nest Mr. Mom, fisherman, musician,  retired computer programmer, satirist, writer and social media and life coach Bill Purkins,  who reveals his secret here:

Simple. I suck at making pizza. One, I’m lazy, and I give up easy. Rolling out pizza dough is a bitch, so by the time I get done with it, it’s a semi-flat terrain of varied thicknesses and textures, anywhere from bar pie wafer thinness to deep dish archaeological dig depths. Everybody wins.

Confronted by one critic who said,

“That’s stupid.”

Purkins responded,

“So?”

We agree. Hard to argue with blunt dumb.

Are you bummed out because you can't change the world? Maybe your world is too big.