The U.S. Department of Transportation has proposed new regulations that would require truck drivers at risk for sleep apnea to get tested and treated in order to obtain their licenses.

The move is aimed at reducing the number of truck crashes caused by driver fatigue, said Rex Patty, a nurse practitioner at WorkCare, a regional healthcare in Topka, Kan.  The Federal Motor Carrier Safety Administration estimates that approximately 141,000 large truck crashes that occurred during a 33-month study perios  18,000 or 13% were related to drivre fatigue.

Not all driver fatigue is the result of sleep apnea, but about 28% of truckers amy be at risk, compared to around 10% in the general population, said Patty.

Drivers with certain risk factors for OSA would be evaluated by a DOT provider and, if necessary, referred to their private physician for a sleep study.

It is estimated that 45% to 50% of (at risk) drivers will need additional evalation, and 70% of that outcome would need treatment known as the CPAP therapy; or Continouse Positive Airway Pressure.

Drivers diagnosed with OSA would need at least one week of treatment before they could get back behind the wheel. They would need to meet a minimym compliance of four hours or more each night 70% of the time, with periodic re-evaluations to maintain their license.

Trucking companies and independent drivers aren't embracing the proposed rules. The most talked about is cost. On average, and depending on the severity of a persons OSA, CPAP machines and specific testings could cost up to $1,000.

  Cost concerns go well beyond intitial diagnosis and treatment.

DOT made is very clear that 'If they are not compliant, they are disqualified to drive.'  Trucking companies can have a driver they depend on that can't drive, and at this point, nobody knows how they get re-qualified. They are still under determination for what that may mean.

  It could be six months to a year before the proposal is finalized.

My new job is going well enough, due to some people leaving I'm going to get the full time overnight hours I want which should help on this front (this is my first post from work...)  I've got the next two days off and I'm going to finish up reel 5, which is about halfway done, and that's where I'm going to be at the "deadline" I self imposed about 2 weeks ago. Considering these factors, I'm gong to convert that into a "Reel 5 deadline" and then 3 more weeks to finish up (I'm going on a family reunion so that weekend is lost for working on the cut) that puts the new deadline out to : August 10.

And I know I would have made that deadline of July 20 if I wasn't working too.

Now, as I typed I realized the perfect thing to talk about today - The new releases for this Friday, July 18, 2008.

The Dark Knight

Now this isn't really Heath's last performance - that will be in the upcomming 2009 Terry Gilliam film "The Imaginarium of Dr. Parnassus" but I guess I can't begrudge them trying to hype it as such. One thing I reccommend to all and sundry - go see this film in an IMAX theater if you at all can. Christopher Nolan has done something that is almost unique. If you've seen regular movies at IMAX before, you know it's a neat experience, but the film doesn't use the whole screen. That's because IMAX is such a huge negative that to fill the screen they'd have to blow up the 35mm so much (and crop the sides off) that just running it across the bottom is all they can really do. The sound systems there are amazing too. But Nolan this time has taken 4 scenes in the film and used IMAX cameras so that at those moments the film will become even more giganticer and fill the screen. 35mm anamorphic is squeezed onto film and is 4 sprocket holes tall. IMAX film is 70mm film, twice as large, but also run SIDEWAYS and covers 15 70mm sprocket holes - to give you a difference in the size of film and quality that that allows when thrown up on that massive screen.

Now remember how I said this is almost unique? Like everything - it's been done before. In 1926.

http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0017226/trivia

Magnascope was a process that allowed the size of the image to become huge for climactic sequences, first used for "Old Ironsides", and it was a sensation, as I'm sure these IMAX screenings will be. I can't wait to go myself.

Mamma Mia

I'm a massive ABBA fan, and yet I've never gone to see this musical. I guess I just wanted to hear the music done by ABBA and not random people on stage, and I'm not a big stage person to begin with. But the movie, I'm there. The story is tissue thin, but I've known that for 10 years (yeah it's been around that long) and this is a chance to hear Benny Andersson going back to these songs and reproducing them, so they'll be like reinterpretations by the original artist - that interests me. Also Meryl Streep is a really great singer (see Postcards From The Edge if you don't believe me) My Mom and I were supposed to go see this today, but she forgot about this and is already heading down to Missouri and the reunion. I'm not so sure I want to see it in the crappy theater there, but I think this is a movie I'll enjoy anywhere - unlike Dark Knight which I know I want to see in IMAX for the first time at least.

OK, time to get some work done...

2 days til Reel 5 Deadline

23 days til Reel 6 Deadline

Among those who escaped serious injury [Tuesday afternoon] were Thomas and Melissa Garthwaite and their 5-year-old son, Owen, of Marion, Iowa. They were on their way to Mississippi to pick up a daughter who was staying with grandparents.

In a telephone interview, Thomas Garthwaite, 36, credited his wife, who was driving the 2001 Dodge Caravan, with saving the family from serious injury: "She looked in the rearview mirror and saw stuff flying through the air. It was coming at us. She swerved out of the way just enough, I think, to save us." ...

Related article from the St. Louis Post-Dispatch:

The driver of the tractor-trailer "basically ran over several vehicles," Sgt. Al Nothum of the Missouri Highway Patrol said at a news conference near the crash site. ...

The truck destroyed the Garthwaites' van.

Slideshow of the accident scene here

Keep in mind several thing: When was the last time you broke a road rule to get somewhere because you thought you were going to be late getting there and didn't take into account the bi-standards that were with you when you broke that highway law, that governing force?

What about a hit and run? Have you even seen a hit and run and just kept driving? Maybe you were scared, maybe you didn't know if the person inside was dead or not, maybe you didn't know if your help could actually make a difference, but the point is, you didn't stop.

When you get behind the wheel of a mechanical device, when you operate that device, you submit that you have the necessary mental ability to make good choices in these situations, ones that will protect and help all of those involved whenever possible and necessary. Everyone matters, everyone, and if this is the case, no act is to be discounted.

Please take the time to head on over to theunderdevelopedpodcast.com to read about an experience a friend had that, for him, put exactly this thing into perspective. It's a little raw, but take into account the moment and the action and the reaction of walking away from something like that. Even the best words sometimes lack what we really feel are the worst situations.

I have noticed many people using power supplies with voltage and amperage controls, all fine and good for quick testing, and maybe certain testing, but take note of these facts:

An automotive electrical system is considered 12v and the voltage available ranges from 12 to 13.8v

The amperage available is from 0-100+, only limited by the battery size, alternator size, and wire guage.

So knowing these facts, what sense does it make to use 20 volts on a cell?? unless some other end application is the goal.
Also why limit the amp draw, it wouldnt be real world, in your car usage! If you test a unit with a specific catalyst concentration, and limit the amperage draw, when its placed in the auto, you maybe in for a costly surprise, destroyed battery or alternator, fried wires, overheated cell container (maybe a meltdown), or even an explosion or fire.

So for safety, use a fuse or circuit breaker, maybe even heat sensor or water level sensors, and always test the unit with the real world in mind, accidents happen, do be an accident waiting to happen!

You have to forgive yourself first of all, because you were dominated by the wild part of your conscience, which is very violent and cruel. You could not control your behavior—your thoughts were not really yours. It was not your fault. You are only an animal and you have no idea of how your mind works. You have no idea how much the anti-conscience (your primitive, wild conscience that didn’t pass through the process of consciousness and is totally absurd) influences your behavior and your decisions. You are too ignorant.

After forgiving yourself for your very serious mistakes, you will need to think about how you can correct them. Of course, most serious mistakes cannot be corrected. We wish we could go back in time and simply correct what happened, but often there is no possible correction.

However, you have to think that life goes on, that everything continues, and that you have to continue too, which can give miraculous solutions to what seemingly cannot be solved.

Think. What could you do for the person or the people that you hurt? How could you compensate them for all the damage you caused?

First of all, if there is money involved in the case, you have to pay for the damages without resistance and without delay.

If the problem is even worse because it cannot be solved with money, give money anyway. Even though it means nothing, it’s a sign that you recognize your fault. Give money, especially if you have a lot. Throw money on the table, saying that you know very well that you cannot pay for all the damages you caused even with all the money in the world, but that you are giving it because you know the people you hurt have many needs. You want to do something to somehow compensate them for what cannot be forgiven.

If money would be considered an insult because your mistake was very serious, give a present to your enemies. Do something practical and give them something substantial, always with the same spirit of regret.

Recognize your faults. Admit you were an irrational animal and that you cannot understand how you could be so irresponsible. Blame yourself for everything, without defending yourself at any point.

When you apologize, you are not going to mention that your wild side or other people influenced you. You are not going to blame someone else for what happened. You are going to assume that you are the worse sinner on this planet, without excuses.

This way your enemies will abandon their weapons, because they won’t have to attack you and tell you how wrong you were—you are telling them that, before they can start complaining.

You must exaggerate. If you did only one thing wrong, start blaming yourself for other problems that happened because of your actions. Look for ways to blame yourself for all the horrors of this world, showing to your enemies that you are really devastated because you made this terrible mistake—so devastated that you feel like the worse murderer in human history.

You must be sincere. If you simply pretend you’re sorry, your enemies will notice it.

There is a special facial expression a human being takes when he or she is really sorry. You cannot be an actor.

So, when you talk about how horrible you feel, even if you cannot feel bad at that moment, think about how horrible the situation is and how bad it will be if you fail again and ask for forgiveness. Think about sad things that will make you feel very sad when you show your regret.

If your enemies won’t forgive you, they will be the monsters.

You will become a big hero who had the courage to recognize your mistakes and assume responsibility for them.

And your enemies will forgive you, even if they don’t do so immediately.

Prevent Depression and Craziness through the scientific method of Dream Interpretation discovered by Carl Jung and simplified by Christina Sponias, a writer who continued Jung's research in the unknown region of the human psychic sphere.

Learn more at: http://www.scientificdreaminterpretation.com and http://www.booksirecommend.com

Click below to download your copy of the Free ebook

Beating Depression and Craziness

Article Source: http://EzineArticles.com/?expert=Christina_Sponias

Have you submitted Your own dreams for Free professional dream interpretation and psychotherapy?

Don’t waste time! This is a limited offer, only for this summer.

A single dream is not enough. We need a series of dreams in order to understand what is happening to the dreamer and to understand the guidance of the wise unconscious mind that produces our dreams.

So, write down your dreams every day if you want to see results for your efforts. Your dreams and their special messages should be really important to you!
You need to start right now so you will have enough time to submit many dreams. If you put off this opportunity, time will pass and you won’t be able to send me anything…

Go to http://www.scientificdreaminterpretation.com and learn more.

Christina Sponias

Finding an Belgian electrician in July is slowly becoming the archetypical nightmare (the real pros all seem to fly off to Spain together, like a flock of birds).

Part one of what may become a long story (brace yourselves, here we go). I got up real early today, browsing the online yellow pages for a qualified electrician. So I let my fingers do the walking/talking, only to notice that most were on vacation, too busy, 'did not understand what I was talking about' (this country is multilingual with an influx of labor from East European countries) or politely reminded me that Monday July 21 was Belgium's national holiday. Finally, I found my pink elephant: "sure", a 'qualified electrician' said on the phone, "I'll be there asap". 'Asap' turned out to be 7h later.

My pink elephant was kind of rude, pulled all the AC sockets out of the walls (without bothering to put them back) and finally claimed he 'found the culprit': the main AC power lines under my bed (buried deep in concrete and as dry as they come) were short-circuited. So he claims. No clue what caused it, but yes, he would call me back to schedule 'repairs', obviously 'asap', meaning 'after July 21'. Repairs might involve trying to pull out all the damaged wiring, or just cut into the concrete, under my bed. Eh, wait a minute, did someone actually say 'cut into the concrete under my bed'? Oh yes, he sure did.

OK, care to join me while I pour myself a great Spanish wine? I'll turn on an old-movie cable channel (yes! the TV still has power!) and we'll pretend we don't need AC power at all. Bare with me, and feel free to share your "juice"/AC power stories: they will make me feel better. For the time being, I still have internet access (and a sense of humor). Both may evaporate, and there's no telling when

So, I've been living iPod-less for four days. It feels like giving up caffeine or crack.  I used my iPod for two basic functions:  music while I exercise (to take my mind off of exercising) and music for my 25 minute bus commutes to and from work. 

I only exercised on Monday (due to some writing deadlines I've been pushing), but I actually had to think on my half an hour walk.  Not hum along to Ani or Tori, but think about what I was seeing and feeling.  It was nice to notice the landscape in my neighborhood, the two squirrels trying to "do it" in the road, the sky growing pink above the Basilica. 

My bus commute has been more challenging.  I obviously travel the same route every day.  In the morning, I share the bus with many of the same passengers.  It's kind of boring.  I realize that my iPod allows me to withdraw from the world.  Pretty much everyone is wearing one, so we can all retreat into our little self-pods and ignore each other.  At times this is valuable, such as when the crazy guy is ranting three seats away.  But last night I listened to a son describe to his father the picture he drew in day care that day. I got to see their physical resemblance and watch as the dad draped his arm over his son. Would I have missed that in my musical solitude?  Probably.

So, now I'm stuck.  Do I buy another vial of musical heroin or do I live with the silence? As soon as I realized my iPod had died, I was scoping the websites for the best deals.  I think I'm arguing for an iPod-less life, since I really don't know if I should spend the money on a new one.  And I like being able to think and hear my thoughts.  (Even though that scares me and I don't really care for the banality of most of my thoughts.) 

I'm interested to hear from other writers who choose to pod or not pod.  Why do you pod?  Do you limit your podding?  Why don't you pod? What's the trade-off?

Most importantly, do you think I should get an 80G iPod, because I can find it really cheaply, even though I only have a 60G hard drive on my laptop or should I just get the 30G and live with less?

Here is a classic idea of being taught the wrong ideas and putting it into practice:

The motorist who almost lost his life under the wheels of a runaway truck on the N1 on Tuesday has recounted how he cancelled his life insurance only hours earlier. Absolom Morifi, 49, said he cancelled his insurance worth R600 000 on Tuesday.

If you cannot afford it anymore, then I suppose you can then make a case for doing so... BUT

"I went to church on Sunday and felt convinced about not keeping up with my life insurance instalments," Morifi said.

And stupidity strikes with a vengeance.

He said he felt "fine" about the accident, because he knew "that God saved me.

He sure as shit felt something, but it was not God, it was relief that he survived and he did not understand it. This is a serious case of being fooled by randomness.

"When the truck started pushing my car towards this lane (the fast lane) and it started crumpling, I just had this urge to say 'Jesus! Jesus! Jesus!'."

Yip, having this idea drilled into you becomes second nature.... Question is why didn't God/Jesus just prevent the accident in the first place? I mean he created the laws of physics etc so he can break them?

Personally I was saved by the Holy Shit! because that is what I called out when I got side swiped by another car, walked away without a scratch.

Morifi had to be cut out his car, an older model VW Jetta, using the jaws of life.

Wait a minute, couldn't Jesus just have cut him out of the car himself seeing that he went through all the effort to save him in the first place.

He said that on Tuesday morning, he and his wife argued over his decision to re-channel his life insurance premium of R1 400 to the Rhema Church.

Ah at least his wife had common sense, but then he did not listen. After all having insurance with Jesus is way better, as Jesus would have looked after his wife if he died.

I am sure Rhema Church would have pitched in with the equivalent amount seeing that they are Jesus' official agents on this planet, no need to give the poor wife a fright by having the money appear out of thin air.

"She said I was being silly, but I said to her that it was something I had to do.

And she was right, the lady has a good head on her shoulders.

"When I spoke to her just now, I told her about the accident and that I wasn't injured and she said that now, she believes in my God."

Ooops, there she loses it. Question time...

So is the answer that God felt the need to show off (violently) in order to scare impress her into believing in him? Is a simple "Hi, its me God" to much to ask? Is God going to refund them now that he has made his point? Couldn't God just simply prevented the accident?

"It seems I have a thing for meeting with accidents in July," he said, before being carted away by metro police who then reopened the N1 to traffic.

Yeah God loves getting up to tricks during July, kind of a mid-year reminder that he still exists?

Now the man has no life insurance and Rhema Church is now the happy recipient of the cash which can now go to further enrich the church.... after all the Pastor in charge needs to get his salary "not out of line with a ceo of a big company".

Not only did a bad idea get reinforced, now he has put his wife at financial risk because of this bad idea.

Bottomline: Life happens, take out insurance with a real company because Jesus Inc never settles claims.

It goes along the same lines as my philosophy with whipped cream and pumpkin pie: you need just enough to have some whipped cream with every bite. With too much of either, it becomes an ugly cycle of going back for more.

What I noticed upon my return from the kitchen to my desk and a few different instant messenger conversations was this: one invariably makes an astonishingly greater amount of noise in a concerted effort to be as quiet as possible (i.e. when everyone in the house is asleep, I somehow let the freezer door slam, dropped the ice cream scoop on the floor, flung the seemingly welded shut lid of the carton across the counter, even let the spoon slip back onto its fellow silverware within the drawer). I think this phenomenon occurs all the time, but I've certainly never noticed it in this magnitude nor felt inspired to write about it.

It harkens on a variety of other embarassing goings on in life. One of my best friends suggested that it could be the simple fact that our minds and bodies are at odds with one another. At the most inopportune times, seriously catastrophic things go down. When running late to class, I have more often than not tripped up the stairs in our student center on campus. On few other stair cases around does this ever happen--and our campus isn't called "The College on The Hill" for nothing; what could be escalators and concourses are obnoxiously steep paths and stairs.

Anyway, the other day I was headed to work, and for once happened to be early, or would have made it within the recently implemented 7 minute window around our scheduled shift commencement, but my front bumper decided to bump uglies with the rear bumper of a Chevy Equinox, which in turn decided to lightly frisk the rear bumper of a Cadillac. Needless to say, I was late, and it went unexcused since the event was not "work related." Sadly, I was across the street from my destination, sitting in the midst of traffic, exchanging insurance information, thanking something that I didn't get a traffic violation (about the only consolation to $3200 in damage to my vehicle alone)--oh, and I guess it's good that no one was hurt.

In other news, and reminiscing about seriously inopportune moments, I went on a hiking adventure by myself in the Blue Ridge Mountains of Northern Virginia a few summers ago. My Aunt decided to stay at the time share, for I was a little more adventurous than she, and I picked about different trails to hike that had their starting/ending points along the Blue Ridge Parkway. On an exceedingly long hike to the bottom of some waterfall that I thought would be awesome to see, happened to be shrouded in foliage and virtually indiscernable, save the obnoxious droning sound it made. I would have been more appreciative if it weren't so hot, I hadn't been going for a few hours downhill with the thought of having to trek back uphill to the parked car, and if I had remembered to bring my water bottle. Well, coming back to the car, I had the chance to see a real, live, large-ish black bear right off the trail. Said bear and I made eye contact as I fumbled for my camera and an appropriate lens. By the time I was ready to take the picture, the bear looked at me again, I snapped the shutter, and nothing happened. Of course, the batteries were dead. Thank you, Murphy, and your stupid &$*%(@# law.

Moral of the story: eat icecream during the day or when no one is asleep; leave a little extra space between you and the stopped cars in front; carry spare batteries, but make sure to have them changed before something exciting happens--you lose points toward becoming a good photographer when you're illprepared; and honestly, tripping upstairs can make the day better. It just depends on how you look at things.

How many of you have been behind someone on a cell phone?  They are either driving way to fast or way to slow.  They weave to the right and then back to the left.  You can't signal when your holding a phone in one hand and the steering wheel in the other. 

I mean, I can walk and chew gum at the same time but I don't feel I have the right to talk on a phone and drive at the same time if a teen can't.  I don't feel "unsafe" like this has age boundaries.  I don't pay enough attention to what I'm doing.  I am an adult and I know this in my case to be true.  I don't live in a high traffic area and if my phone does ring while I'm driving (which it never rings but that's beside the point) I will answer it but chances are 95% of the time, I'm either on a dirt road or won't pass another car.  If I were on a busy highway or freeway, I'd wait until I could safely pull over and call whoever called me back.  I took a road trip with my brother and when my phone rang, whoever wasn't driving answered it.  There was NO way I could have talked while driving through the mountains.

Why would anyone think just because your a teenager you drive worse than an adult while talking on a cell phone?  I know a lot of people like to bash kids and teens but I just think "generally," PEOPLE shouldn't talk on phones, weaving in and out of traffic or causing jams because they are blabbing away on a phone.  I'm not talking about the phone call, "honey can you pick up milk on the way home," I'm talking about "conversations." 

People's lives are at stake.  I also know a lot of people who "catch up" with their phone calls on their way to and from work while driving.

I apologize if I offend anyone but I'm with the teens on this one.  I don't think anyone should drive and talk at the same time.  Pull over if you have to take that highly important call but don't tailgate me or cause me to drive 20 miles under the speed limit or have me try to guess which way your are going to turn or what you are planning to do.  Let's all be safe on our roads.  Isn't there enough to distract us while we're on the road?

You only have to write down your dreams. Write them down and wait. When you have around 5 dreams in your notebook or PC file, you will start to understand how to interpret them because you can relate the messages you received. This will be the beginning. Continue writing your dreams every day, and after many dreams, you’ll see the complete picture of what is happening in your psyche and around you.

Of course, it is essential to have a glossary with the dream symbols, which have been elucidated according to the scientific method of dream interpretation discovered by the psychiatrist and psychologist Carl Jung. I am a writer and have improved this method and can provide you a relevant glossary in my ebook, while Jung was too ignorant to do so. I continued his research and discovered that craziness is actually caused by the anti-conscience, which is untamed and very violent.

Only someone who is not a psychologist or psychiatrist could discover the existence of this wild conscience (anti-conscience) because all scientists follow the same basis for their research. However, their foundation is wrong. The same thing happened when the human beings believed that Earth was flat, whereas it turned out to be actually spherical. They looked for solutions based on the wrong impression about the Earth and therefore, none of their conclusions were correct.

All psychiatrists and psychologists believe that our conscience is right and we have to do what it tells us, even if we accept advice from someone else. Most people in our world think exactly the same.

However, my discoveries obtained by interpreting dreams revealed that the human conscience is absurd, ignorant and idiotic whereas the unconscious that produces our dreams is wise and saintly. Jung had concluded that the human being should listen to the advice of the unconscious mind but always do what one’s own conscience decides.

He thought that the wise unconscious that produces dreams to cure us from depression and craziness would also cause craziness. This is because Jung could not find another explanation, and he was afraid to continue investigating this finding. He accepted ignorance and stopped his research at a certain point. He was guided by the unconscious as well because he was not ready to learn the entire truth.

My research was not based only on the previous notions of the scientific world but also on the facts that I observed as a poetess. In addition, I could observe the works of many scientists that were consistent with each other, and all these resources revealed the same reality. Therefore, I abandoned the rule of my own conscience and followed only the directions I received in my dreams and symbols of daily life (that can be interpreted like dreams) that were sent by the wise and saintly unconscious mind.

No scientist would ever agree to do so; however, I did this because I clearly saw how crazy the human conscience was and I understood that far more craziness could originate only from the conscience and not from the unconscious as Jung mistakenly believed. Only the conscience shows us several signs of craziness and not the perfect unconscious mind that works like a doctor.

This is why I discovered that the human being is basically a monster and that one has to tame this violent nature and learn how to live peacefully, respect others and help them, so that one is happy and everyone in this world is happy too.

The other factor that the scientists ignore is that happiness is impossible on Earth because of the terror and violence that exist here. Terror destroys everything. This is why schizophrenia and psychosis and all the terrible mental illnesses that torture our population exist. Everything starts in our own psyche, which worsens in the crazy world we live in.

Everything in our world pushes us towards the labyrinth of craziness, helping the anti-conscience destroy our conscience completely. It is completely impossible to cure schizophrenia, psychosis or any mental illness in a world governed by terrorism, violence, immorality, corruption, greed, hypocrisy and futility.

If everything in our world is absurd, how can our population be balanced, calm and happy?

On the other hand, if the human being is a monster that has to be tamed and taught wisdom, how could one create a world that would be different than one’s own nature? One could only create a hell characterized by poverty, prostitution, wars, cruelty and indifference to human pain.

The solution for humanity and especially for each individual is dream interpretation, which is synonymous with craziness prevention. Everyone must prevent craziness as soon as possible, since it already exists in our psyche and even characterizes our conscience. With the invasion of the anti-conscience into the conscience, one becomes crazier, until one gets lost in the labyrinth of craziness.

We see dreams every time we sleep because the wise unconscious tries to save us when we sleep from the inherent craziness, so that the anti-conscience cannot invade our minds. The unconscious sends us mysterious messages that we have to learn how to decipher because if they could be easily understood by our conscience, the anti-conscience would understand them as well and distort them. We would then have no protection against craziness.

Depression is a warning that craziness is coming or that it has already arrived. You have to do something to change your life and behavior; otherwise, your depression can become a neurosis, which can easily worsen in a very short period of time if you do not treat yourself.

You need not go anywhere or pay any doctor. The wise unconscious is your doctor, the best that you could ever find. You only have to write down your dreams daily and relate them and study their meaning after translating dream symbols into words. You also have to follow its guidance to completely develop your conscience, forever eliminating the anti-conscience.

Prevent Depression and Craziness through the scientific method of Dream Interpretation discovered by Carl Jung and simplified by Christina Sponias, a writer who continued Jung's research in the unknown region of the human psychic sphere.
Learn more at: http://www.scientificdreaminterpretation.com and http://www.booksirecommend.com

Click below to download your copy of the Free ebook
Beating Depression and Craziness

Article Source: http://EzineArticles.com/?expert=Christina_Sponias

Have you submitted Your own dreams for Free professional dream interpretation and psychotherapy?

Don’t waste time! This is a limited offer, only for this summer.

A single dream is not enough. We need a series of dreams in order to understand what is happening to the dreamer and to understand the guidance of the wise unconscious mind that produces our dreams.

So, write down your dreams every day if you want to see results for your efforts. Your dreams and their special messages should be really important to you!
You need to start right now so you will have enough time to submit many dreams. If you put off this opportunity, time will pass and you won’t be able to send me anything…

Go to  http://www.scientificdreaminterpretation.com and learn more.

Christina Sponias

There are many reasons why they may feel this way, especially if they don’t have emotional support from their parents.

On the other hand, the world where we all live is totally crazy, cruel and indifferent to human pain. Here, only those who have money, have power and are respected by others because they are afraid of them; and justice is only poetry, that doesn’t exist in reality.

Here, everyone is selfish and cares only for his or her own happiness… Here, nobody cares for anything that is not immediately connected to their personal lives. Nobody accepts sacrifice, nobody forgives anyone and nobody helps others when too much effort is needed. Here, nobody helps anyone first of all, unless it is for the good of their image, business and family.

Here, goodness is a fairy tale and happiness, an impossible dream to come true.

Why? Because the human being is cruel.

This is why we live in a world governed by terrorism, violence and immorality and we observe so much despair, craziness, misery, crimes and horror everywhere, while the hypocrisy of those who are not affected by the worst consequences of the human absurdity, insist on being indifferent to human pain and to the destruction of our societies, civilization and planet.

Everyone has various psychological problems only because everyone inherits a wild conscience; very violent, that won’t be tamed by the conscious mind that has human characteristics and can understand human problems and forgive them.

Having such an absurd conscience and living in such an absurd world, the human being can only suffer very much, lost in profound despair.

Now, if we examine the life of everyone in this crazy world, what are we going to see? We are going to find parents that don’t care for their kids because they have personal problems and their marriage was a very big mistake they made when they were too young; or that several nervous reactions of the human psyche cannot be controlled by the human conscience unless the person passes through a process of indispensable psychotherapy.

We are going to realise that most people live running, without any money to spend on what they want or even to pay for their bills, which transforms their survival into a heroic battle.

We are going to see also that those who have the money, don’t have inner peace and do have various other problems that arise from the existence of abundance without any wisdom or sensitivity.

Sensitivity is the base of psychical health, not reasoning, as most people believe. Sensitivity, piety, compassion and comprehension are the signs of psychical health and balance, not aggression and indifference. We might observe these traits in the human being who can think and work and do many fantastic things, have technological power and constant progress in many fields, but is totally absurd, because he is cruel and this is why nothing really helps him to live better and be happy.

This is why the human being created this absurd world, where he basically suffers, besides being eluded by various ephemeral pleasures.

In order to overcome depression, panic attacks, self-abuse and suicidal tendencies, one has to be a hero. If you enter into such a chain of events that predetermines your behavior and the unavoidable consequences of your mistakes, you have to be resistant and fight against the anti-conscience. This is the wild side of your conscience that causes panic attacks and the self-abusive tendency; which is in fact a suicidal tendency - not as well camouflaged as usual, because when you injure your body your absurdity is visible.

You may be the victim of other people’s absurdity, but you are being absurd too.

Unfortunately, craziness and despair can only generate terror and panic.

How can you escape from this chain and regain your life, build your personality and save the world with your heroic example of salvation?

You need psychotherapy. The wise unconscious mind that produces your dreams is the best doctor you could ever find and is going to help you fight against the absurd tendencies imposed by the anti-conscience. This way you might win the battle in the end, and live free from depression and despair, in order to save humanity with your work and your generosity, because there are many people here that need support and relief, as much as you need it while you are still weak.

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Last year, Miss USA fell. That was a learning experience for all future pageant participants. Apparently Miss USA, Crystle Stewart, didn't feel the same way. But she does now. From MSNBC:

Crystle Stewart has some advice for her successor as Miss USA: Ditch the evening gown.

"I would tell her to put grips on the bottom of her shoes and wear a short dress, not a long gown," the reigning Miss USA told TODAY's Matt Lauer and Ann Curry Monday via telephone from the Vietnamese resort of Nha Trang. During the Miss Universe competition on Saturday night, she became the second consecutive Miss USA to do a butt-plant on live television during the evening gown competition.

Stewart, a 26-year-old Texan, handled the tumble with a trouper's aplomb: She put on a radiant smile as she picked herself up and clapped her hands over her head, as if to say, "I meant to do that."

She dismissed any idea that there might be a cosmic conspiracy to upend Miss USA candidates. "Maybe somebody dropped marbles or something," she laughed. "It's just such a coincidence that two years back-to-back Miss USA falls."

Curry asked her to replay the embarrassing tumble.

"Oh, man, you know, I walked out and tripped on the step and my dress got caught under my shoe," she related. "It was almost like I was on roller skates, and I just fell."

Stewart said she hadn't been thinking about Miss USA 2007 Rachel Smith's tumble in last year's pageant, which was held in Mexico.

"When I was walking out, the last thing on my mind was falling," Stewart said. "One thing you don't want to do in an evening gown is trip … and fall on your bottom. The thing is how you handle it. You just pick yourself up — in life in general."

Of course many people are misapplying this life lesson as an example of "negative thinking working against you". They say " I cannot help but thinking that this was a case of negative thinking.   Perhaps it was stuck in her head that Miss U.S.A. fell last year and she couldn't get it out. " I call BS. Big time.

If she was really using negative thinking, she would have thought "Gee, last year Miss USA fell on her can. This year, I'll wear a slightly shorter dress and avoid falling altogether." Advice she now readily gives!

She was probably "Positive" she wouldn't make the same mistake and viola...history repeats itself.

BE positive…THINK negative.

Comme le souligne Lise Payette dans Le Devoir, oui on peut parler de performance, mais à quel prix?

Je n'avais surtout pas envie d'entendre qui que ce soit m'expliquer que j'allais être traitée comme une Toyota sur la chaîne de montage lors de mon prochain séjour à l'hôpital. Je n'ai rien contre Toyota, mais l'image des corps alignés sur un tapis roulant me déplaît. J'aurais préféré un ministre de la Santé qui me dise qu'il allait s'assurer que je serais traitée comme un être humain tout simplement, avec un peu de respect et une touche de dignité, comme on doit traiter un être humain. Je me fous de la Toyota.

Hé, la mémé, assis-toi en ligne comme tout le monde et prends tes pilules, et ne ralentis surtout pas la chaîne de médication! Quelle belle image: des dizaines de patients catatoniques en attente d'un petit tour de vis dans le cerveau. Que de progrès!

Et pour le respect? Allons donc!

- Juillet 1998: La CSN dépose une plainte contre Toyota Drumondville parce que l'entreprise refuse de remettre les cotisations syndicales prélevées à la source à l'organisation syndicale et parce que l'entreprise cherche à dominer le syndicat.

- 2001: 136 ouvriers philippins sont licenciés par Toyota parce qu'ils avaient voulu créer un syndicat indépendant, clamant que le premier syndicat était contrôlé par les cadres de l'entreprise.

- Janvier 2004: Toyota tente d'intimider et de nuire au travail d'un représentant syndical dans une usine en France.

- Janvier 2007: En Inde, la direction de Toyota Kirloskar Motor Private Ltd. a licencié trois chefs syndicaux soi-disant pour fautes professionnelles alors que dans les faits c'était pour casser le syndicat. Il y a eu une grève des employés pour soutenir leurs chefs, mais la réaction de Toyota a été de mettre les employés en lock-out et de congédier 27 autres membres du syndicat.

- Mars 2008: L'Association internationale des machinistes et des travailleurs de l'aérospatiale (AIMTA) a porté plainte contre Toyota devant la Commission des relations de travail de l'Ontario pour dénoncer l'intimidation dont sont victimes les syndiqués à l'approche d'un scrutin en accréditation syndicale.

- Mars 2008: Un livre intitulé « Toyota: l'usine du désespoir » est publié. Il dénonce la « méthode Toyota » et ses conséquences néfastes.

L'augmentation continue de la productivité, le fameux "système de production Toyota", peut engendrer maladies professionnelles, accidents et, dans des cas extrêmes, suicides. La titularisation éventuelle des intérimaires sert de levier pour réduire leurs protestations dans un système qui laisse peu de place aux syndicats.

Voici donc à quoi ressemblerait un nuage de tags de cette fameuse « méthode Toyota »: intimidation, harcèlement, anti-syndicalisme, maladies professionnelles, accidents, suicides, désespoir, conflits, lock-out, grève.

Et c'est cette merde que notre nouveau ministre de la santé - NON-ÉLU! - veut nous imposer?!

NON MERCI!

The same way too - 2 hours before the shoot the actor cancelled. So I called my mom and told her she was going to have to be an actor, because there's no way in hell I'm rescheduling this a 5th time. So aside from that it went well. Mom was better than I'd hoped, and since it's a standard shooting pattern of closeups and a 2 shot I can cut the performance together and make her look even better.

It's going to be really weird seeing this in the movie after all this time.

So we're done with every scene we're shooting now, but we do have a day of pickups we'll shoot in August, just little pieces to make a few scenes work better, then also our dubbing to make certain scenes audible due to wind on location.

I'm really glad that Mom got to be in the movie, she's done a lot to make it happen, just in a general sense, but also being so supportive once she saw a bit of footage and realized that this was a real thing. From helping out with money to making food for us and letting us invade her house several times (and delaying her redecorating) I gave her an EP credit which I feel is very deserved.

Now I just have to edit this scene. Overall I have half of reel 5 finished, so about 30 minutes or so to edit and about an hour 25 finished.

6 days to deadline.

Fuck thinking you can't make it. It looks grim, life isn't fair, it wasn't meant to be. Fuck letting the devil win. Stop letting that nigga speak for you, stop letting him live for you. Stop living in that fear of trying and it fail. You gone fall a lot in your life time, just get your ass back up and keep pushing. I'm more motivated than ever. Don't let your mind blur your best judgment. Wake the hell up, you're not getting younger, shits gone be hard. IF I CAN MAKE IT, SO CAN YOU! I wasn't suppose to be alive when I was born, but I'M HERE! Scarred and battered, emotionally unstable. I'm still living life, with my flaws, I look in the mirror now and not give A FUCK of what others think of me. They can't pay for my medical bills they can't do shit for me but be a distraction that I refuse to pay attention to. Live life you only have one. Fuck anyone who tell you different. Babies are dying so you know your life isn't promised.

-N-

There were many suspected sightings of Flinty last weekend. By Monday morning a pattern had emerged to support a widespread belief that he had now settled on a consistent disguise: an Arab. The Arab is a man of about Flinty's age and build. He wears a white dishdasha, a keffiya and Ray-Bans. He drives an old white Mercedes with a red leather interior.  He has been seen on the estate parked across the street from Mandy's on at least two occasions, and in the neighbourhood many more times. He was also been seen in Amble on Sunday afternoon, eating chips from the Harbour Chippy with no other than Elephant Carmichael. Standing with Elephant and the Arab were the Fisher boys, infamous as purveyors of dodgy amphetamines and benzos.  By Monday morning the Arab had acquired a mythical identity around the estate: he was Flinty bin Laden.

While the evidence for a fixed identity seems compelling, it needs to be kept in mind that Batman was also spotted twice on the estate last weekend, on both occasions driving a pearly blue P-reg Peugeot 306.  There were also a couple of other curious single sightings of note: on Saturday a Rastafarian in a bronze Citroen BX Estate and on Sunday morning Michael Jackson in a white Fiesta with a black offside wing and a cracked headlight.  There was also an unconfirmed sighting of Robin Hood in a Honda Civic at around teatime on Sunday, although the source of this report is Cheryl Amstrong, a notoriously unreliable witness. It is generally agreed though that none of these individuals was Flinty, but that doesn't explain the rash of exotic visitors to the estate. There are three plausible explanations for this:

1. Chance. Despite the statistical odds being long these simultaneous rare visitors are no more than an unlikely coincidence.
2. Copycat disguising. Flinty has started a craze. Already people are talking about ‘doing a Flinty', but so far as anyone knows no-one actually has.
3. Decoys. Flinty has got his mates to dress up to confuse and mislead people. If they can't all be him maybe none of them is.

The smart money is on the third option. The presence of Flinty bin Laden is now considered an established fact. And while dressing as an Arab doesn't seem like the most obvious way to avoid drawing attention to himself, remarkably enough he's never once been pulled over by the police.  Perhaps the decoys are doing their job. Or perhaps they're mistaking him for Dekka Douglas.

On Wednesday morning Flinty rang Debs to ask about Mandy and the kids. He said he hadn't heard from her since he came out and was a bit worried. He was just ringing to make sure everything was okay. He was Mr Charm himself, a nicer guy you couldn't hope to meet. But Debs wasn't going to let him go without a challenge.

‘People say you've been seen hanging around the estate near Mandy's house.' she said.

‘People? Which people? Tell me their names.' Flinty replied.

‘Lots of people, Flinty. I don't think they'd want me to tell you who they are.'

‘Because they know what would happen if I found out they'd been saying things about me.'

‘A couple of people have said you were across on Saturday afternoon. They say you were disguised as an Arab.'

‘It couldn't have been me.'

‘Why not?'

‘Because I wasn't there.'

‘Other people say you were there on Monday as well, around teatime.'

‘Do they? So what was I dressed as on that occasion - the Last of the Mohicans?!'

‘No, as an Arab again.'

‘Oh, come on, Debs, do I look like a bloody Arab to you? Tell me who's saying these things and I'll go and have a talk to them about it. I think you'll find what we have here is a case of mistaken identity.'

‘How could you go and talk to them, Flinty? You're not allowed to cross the Wansbeck.'

‘I'll ring them, or maybe I'll get the Elephant to drop in on them to clarify the matter.'

‘Mandy herself thinks you were there on Monday.'

‘Nah, Debs, it couldn't have been me. I was somewhere else that day. And besides, if the person who was there was dressed as an Arab how would anyone know it was me in any case?!'

‘Because it was an Arab with your face, Flinty.'

‘Nah. It couldn't have been me. I was with the Elephant in Seaton Delaval seeing a geezer about some DVD's. Ask the Elephant.  Any way, what kind of car did this Arab have, Debs?'

‘The Arab drives a white Mercedes.'

Flinty laughed, almost theatrically. Then, suddenly, the line fell completely silent.

‘You know I love the lass, Debs,' he said, ‘and you know she loves me. The kids love me as well, you know they do. I've always treated them like my own. So why won't you lot let us be together? It's a breach of human rights not to let us be together.'

Debs began to wonder if Flinty had somehow forgotten that he tried to lop off Mandy's ears with a pair of secateurs. ‘Mandy doesn't want to be with you, Flinty,' she said, very deliberately. 'You know that.  She's moved on and you need to let her go.'

‘Who says she doesn't want to be with me?  Does she say that? I bet she doesn't. Nah, it's just you and the other busy bodies who say that. If you tell her she can be with me she'll be back in a shot. Tell you what, Debs, you set up a meeting between me and Mandy - you can be there if you like - and let's see what she really says.  How about you do that?'

‘No, Flinty. Mandy has a right to get on with her life without having you scare the shit of her.'

‘You reckon?  Yeah, well, time will tell, won't it?  Tell her I'm asking after her. You can also tell her I've seen my brief and my release conditions are going to be changed because they make it impossible for me to follow my usual employment.'

‘What's your usual employment, Flinty?  You've been on the dole as long as I can remember - except when you were locked up, of course.'

‘Scrap. I've always dealt in scrap, everybody knows that.'

‘Well, you've been convicted of stealing cable, Flinty, but I don't think that makes you a legitimate businessman.'

‘Look, the law says I've got as much right as anybody else to be given a fair chance. That's all I'm asking for, Debs. Just tell Mandy and the kids I love them. Tell them I'll see them soon. Okay?'

Debs didn't reply.

‘Okay. Well, whatever,' Flinty said. ‘Salaam, Debs.'

Flinty hung up.

‘Cocky bastard,' Debs said, and logged on to her computer to read her emails.

On Wednesday night it rained heavily. The telephone rang at about six in the morning, and I stumbled to the hall all groggy and tousled and answered it.

‘Hello,' a quaky, panicky voice said.

‘'Oh, hello, Mrs Middlemiss,' I said. It was The Widow Middlemiss, as I call her. She lives next door, on the other side from Hugo.

‘Is your garden flooded?' she said, as if she was stranded. ‘Mine's under a foot of water. Is yours?'

‘'I don't know,' I said. I was a bit bewildered and wondered what I was going to do if it was - mop it up with kitchen roll? ‘Er, I'll go and check.'

‘It's terrible,' she said. ‘It's run in from the Citadel.'

‘I'll go and look Mrs Middlemiss. Thanks for ringing,' I said.

I went into the conservatory, De Kooning traipsing along behind me. The garden was wet but not flooded. I looked out of the side window. Mrs Middlemiss's garden was indeed under a foot of murky yellow water. Spindly pink lavetera teetered above the flood, like blighted ballerinas.

‘Oh dear,' I said to myself, and went back to bed.

I went back to sleep and had a vivid, highly anxious dream. We were on an island and a yellow flood was rising all around us. It was gloomy and steam was rising from the water, which was lapping beneath almost luminous double-glazed kitchen and bedroom windows and seeping under white plastic doors. Crocodiles and giant snakes were slithering through the muddy flood and green frogs and brown toads were erupting suddenly out of the depths, like ferocious little missiles. A swan glided eerily across the scene. I was watching all this from the conservatory window. I ran upstairs and threw open the bedroom door. Gordon was there in the centre of a shabby assortment of characters, some of whom I knew but couldn't identify. On his knee Gordon was nursing a spherical time bomb and gently stroking its smooth surface. Gathered around him were ruddy faced men and women, all gazing in wonderment at the baby in Gordon's arms. A pale horse was running around; the Widow Middlemiss was its rider. I tried to scream but no sound came out of me. It struck me later that this terrifying bedroom tableau roughly resembled David Wilkie's painting The Blind Fiddler. The fiddler in my dream version was Tristan, and the man in the red waistcoat was George Bush. For some reason there were a number of traffic cones in the dream too.

As I was sitting in the conservatory on Thursday morning having a cappuccino before I went to work the telephone rang again. I assumed it would be Mrs Middlemiss again and let Margaret answer it. I listened to the news on Radio 4 and ignored the conversation.

‘That was Geraldine,' Margaret said, when she came back. ‘Edna was flooded last night! She rang Geraldine in the middle of the night, though God knows why. Geraldine did nothing. Typical Geraldine!' Edna is the first name of the Widow Middlemiss, although not one I ever use since I have never felt I have achieved a sufficient level of intimacy with the woman.

‘She rang us too,' I said. I forgot to tell you.

Margaret was annoyed. Geraldine had already presumed to ring Griff about the flood.

‘Why didn't you wake me up?' Margaret asked.

‘I couldn't see the point,' I said. ‘What were you going to do, paddle across and rescue her? The water wasn't in her house. She wasn't sitting on the roof with a cow.' I could see that images from Oh Brother Where Art Thou? were seeping into my brain. I stopped there.

Margaret stomped away to ring Mrs Middlemiss. No doubt she was going to offer her better advice than Geraldine's. The Widow Middlemiss is about eighty years old, lives alone and has arthritis. She is the kind of accidental victim who has the makings of a cause celebre.

‘You can swim, can't you?' I said to De Kooning. He looked at me and then licked his paw and began cleaning his face. He can, but he'd prefer it if he didn't have to.

On Friday Debs visited Mandy to see how things were going. Mandy told her that Flinty was dressing as an Arab and driving around in an old Mercedes.

‘They call him Flinty bin Laden,' she said.

Debs said yes, she already knew. Mandy said she hadn't seen him herself but Mr Zee thinks he saw the white Mercedes on Station Road one afternoon.  Mandy said they weren't going out much and she felt like a prisoner in her own home.  She said that on Thursday morning there was a small pile of sand on the step in front of her door when she got up. It had appeared there during the night. She thought it was a message from Flinty.

‘Has he rung you any more?' Debs asked.

Mandy shrugged.

‘We had Yvonne Fair a couple of times last night,' Mr Zee said. He was sitting on the settee with Sparky, who had a pair of toy binoculars around his neck and a plastic rifle in his arms. As usual Mr Zee was in his full regalia and looking very well turned out.

‘Is that a new mask?' Debs asked him.

‘Yes, it is,' he said. ‘I got it over the internet from ZorrStore.com. My old one was getting worn at the edges.'

‘It's nice,' Debs said. ‘It's really, really black.'

‘Thanks,' Mr Zee said.

Debs was thinking how young and naïve he seemed. She didn't know how long a young man like him would be able to cope with the situation like this. She didn't like to think what might happen if Flinty ever got his hands on him.

‘You both need to be careful,' Debs said. ‘The police say they're going to keep a look-out for him. They'll arrest him as soon as they see him.'

Mandy and Mr Zee looked blankly at her and nodded their heads.

‘Has he rung you, Debs?' Mandy asked.

Debs nodded. ‘Yes. Yes, he has. He rang me to ask if I'd seen you. I told him I had.'

‘So is that all he said?' Mandy said, frowning.

‘Yes, more or less. Yeah, it was. He said he was living with Elephant. Just chit chat really.'

Debs gave Mr Zee a lift up to the Job Centre. She asked him how he was coping. He said he was fine but he was worried about Mandy and the kids. Sometimes he thinks Mandy is cracking up. He said she was hardly sleeping and she'd been to the doctor's to get something for her nerves.

‘Do you think he'll eventually just go away?' he asked.

Debs shook her head. ‘No, that's not his style,' she replied. ‘He won't go away until they lock him up again. He's a dangerous bloke, Mr Zee. You need to keep your eyes open.'

Mr Zee in his best brown cape and new black mask thanked Debs for the lift and told her not to worry. He promised her he'd make sure Mandy and the kids would come to no harm.

When Debs got back to the office Jen Larkin from the police rang her. She had some intelligence to share with her.

‘We think Flinty might be dressing up in disguises to cross the Wansbeck,' Jen said.

‘Never?' Debs said.

‘Yes, we think so. But we're not a hundred percent on this one, Debs,' Jen said. ‘Some lads on patrol thought they had him on Monday when they pulled up a punter dressed as Batman on the Pegswood road, but he turned out to be a bloke from Guidepost on his way to a fancy dress do.'

‘Was he driving a pearly blue Peugeot 306?' Debs asked.

‘Yes, he was. Do you know him?'

‘No, not really,' Debs replied. ‘Just a lucky guess.'

This morning Maureen and the Whelp passed our house. They didn't knock, though. I was disappointed. I had wanted to ask her about the passage in the Book of Revelation which says that three unclean spirits like frogs come out of the mouth of the dragon, and out of the mouth of the beast, and out of the mouth of the false prophet.

I let De Kooning out into the garden and cut back a few unruly brambles and pulled up a few weeds. Margaret was going off to Brenda's to pack some orders for despatch tomorrow. It was fine day and forecast to stay dry.

When I went out Mrs Middlemiss was in her front garden, pottering about with her petunias and French marigolds.

‘Hi, Miss Middlemiss,' I said. ‘Is you back garden okay now?'

‘Oh, wasn't that just terrible?' she said. ‘I didn't know what to do. You must thank Margaret for being so kind to me.'

I will,' I said. Mrs Middlemiss looked as I imagined Mrs Noah must have looked sometimes. Oddly enough her husband was a stevedore, I believe.

I drove up to Amble and walked up through Warkworth. Amble was bustling with market goers, as usual on a Sunday, but it was quiet along the Coquet. Eider ducks paddled to and fro towing nurseries of little brown chicks. A flock of lapwings swirled overhead at one point, like locusts. Along the river bank the dog roses are becoming ragged, their pale petals falling. The blue vetch is beautiful when it's in flower, as it is now. I love its weird curling tendrils. They remind me of lyres and millipedes. There were quite a few cars at the castle at Warkworth. I wandered down the hill behind the Sun Inn past the little housing estate they've jammed on to the river bank. I saw a heron roosting in a tree on the other side of the river and I sat on a riverside seat eating an apple and watching it for a while.

When I got back into Amble I walked through the path past the marina with a well-spoken man who was on his way to the Co-op. He told me that the big Co-op shop near the church square was closed now and that the building was going to be taken over by Tesco, who were also going to build a superstore with a big car park on another piece of land away from the town centre.

‘Bloody hell,' I said. ‘What do people think about that?'

‘Most people support it,' the man said. ‘It's the car park, you see.'

‘Yes,' I said. ‘I see.'

I walked around the pier and back past the Harbour Chippy, which as usual had a queue right out the door and around the corner. I was on the lookout for an Arab in a white Mercedes. I didn't find one, and I saw no sign of the Fisher boys either.

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When I work I need to get into that groove so its a matter of being in the right headspace and having the time to dive in and really go until I'm spent. I played around with the ending though last night and tried some new ideas for weaving in the other threads of resolution. When you want to play around with things like that you have to be open to all possibilities. I ended up finding a place for one bit where I never imagined a cut to another scene, but it works, and gives an amazing dissolve to boot.

Today I have to get the camera from Casey so I can shoot scene 22 tomorrow, but his phone is off. This means I have no idea where he is. I had also planned to spend time with my friend from out of town, and was going to combine going to get the camera with that, but hard to do it when you can't get started, and I don't want to start cutting if it's going to get interrupted. But maybe I'm just whining, let's ask Phil Gramm.

I've sent off Reel 4 just now to everyone, and Reel 2 will go out again with scene 22 added, probably Tuesday, which will be 2/3 of the film set. The last two reels have the tricky stuff, especially something I remembered when screening it last week, there's a big plot hole due to a change I made during shooting. I have no idea how to cover this - but I'll think of something. I pretty much always do.

I'm hoping that when I finish training, and I can settle in on a schedule my time will open up a bit, I've been on all three shifts this week which screws up your sleep patterns. OK this is officially the most boring post you'll ever read here (until the next one).

7 Days to Deadline

$1 Buffet.

I am sure that the Fusion people freaked so Kroger was nice enough to write a sign for the restaurant explaining their error. This is what they got:

Initially this was to be titled "Engrish Fail" but after a bit more scrutinizing of the sign I realized it was an error on Kroger's part and not the Chinese restaurant.

Why is it so much fun now to find spelling errors in public places and show the world? I hope it never ends.

By the way, it freaks me out to post this and think I may have spelled something wrong...