The Mystery of LinkedIn
I never use it, signed up a long time ago when I was a little more professionally employed. But I still get updates, amazed, I know they harvest your emails to make suggestions, but it was suggesting people I'd went to University with 30 years ago, long before the internet and computers and things...people I only vaguely remembered.
...Just good luck, I figured, coughing up people with similar skills and from the same alma mater...
Then yesterday, a list of 3 ex-girlfriends, Paulette, Sheryll, Cheryll...one of whom didn't even go to the U of A.
This is weird, eerie, and I'm wondering - well, what's up? Where are they getting these names from? Really? And going to the site, I discover, of course, that they're recommending people who've viewed my profile. Curious, especially since I've got far more going on away from LinkedIn. Maybe they don't know how to use Google...Paulette, New Zealand? Really? I mean, I'd get Europe, Africa, but...And Cheryl, Medical? Puzzles me. But the mystery at least is solved, although I'm surprised by how many people remember my last name...
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Just be yourself...
I knew it was coming...
The day of the Saddle the clerk at the thrift shop saw the Italian girl laughing behind me (she didn't get the saddle, and I daren't explain...), asked, innocently, if she was my girlfriend...
I knew where this was going, answered no, a friend from work, new immigrant, merely showing her about the city, in Italy they don't do used...
The next time I popped in the clerks behind the counter all ignored me...looked away, but there was a page for **** over the intercom, and I had a sinking feeling in my stomach...
...running into other of the clerks, in the aisles, they all smile and are extra friendly, stop me to chat about nonsense, I know where this is going...
...I really should just get out, but at the moment it's my favorite thrift shop...
...She finds me, approaches, confirms the sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach, she's flustered, red, trembling, a business card with her name and phone number, she'd like to go for coffee...
She's not my thing. Lovely, not for me. I know this. She should as well, really, but she's out on a limb here, all her friends are behind her, cheering for her, rooting her on, anything less than a success would be murder...
"I'd love to...if it wasn't you it would have been me...I'll call you...we'll set up a date..."...
I worry, needlessly, about the gentle letdown, don't want to lose a favorite hangout, treasure spot, have to be delicate, but I take solace in the fact that as with every other unsolicited date (and a few I actually wanted...) all I have to do is Just Be Myself, and they'll understand...
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Boots, Macrame Belt
And other finds these past couple of weeks, a beaded and macramed leather belt with an open fringed end that looks as if it was worn to Woodstock. Probably it was, who would remember? I need some accessories to pair it with...$1.00.
And a pair of leather, knee high riding boots, guessing ex RCMP (no manufacturer printed), $8.00, the perfect accessory to my saddle...
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Our Story of Atlantis...
I almost passed it by, read the title, meh, then upon second glance...
Copyright 1917, printed 1936, Esoteric, Fringe New-Age, in the league or school of Madame Blavatsky, The Golden Dawn, etc. Occult, Spiritualistic stuff...
The title page convinces me to give it a chance...
"OUR STORY
of
ATLANTIS
Written down for the
HERMETIC BROTHERHOOD
and
THE FUTURE RULERS
of
AMERICA"
By
W.P.Phelon, MD
This could be good. Real good. File under intellectual treasure. The cover displays the Society's logo, pressed in gilt:
To describe it as follows: A braided rope around a triple embossed triangle, within the triangle a winged globe flies beneath a skull and crossbones. Above the pyramid a ships anchor on the left and a fiery lantern on the right (guessing). The word (Acronym?) TRY is embossed beneath the pyramid...
Reading it ... I know, old school, old book, paper and all, but I have to read it...
PG 27: "It is a conceded fact there have never been, since the fall of Atlantis, so many reincarnated Atlantians upon the earth at the same time as now. This accounts for the almost universal demand out of the Astral records for the forgotten knowledge of the Occult which they there recorded."
I mean, start from here and where do you go?...
The praising and description of Atlantis doesn't end, there are numerous bad verses and odes describing Atlantis as the Garden of Eden, the lost repository of mankind's knowledge, words alone won't do it justice, you need verse, music, paintings...there are references to Lemuria, Mu, all these places are referred to as accepted fact, every printed travelers tale is taken as gospel and embellished upon by the enthusiastic narrator, lost and secret cities in Mexico, carefully kept hidden from western eyes, lost civilizations found deep within distant jungles or subterranean caves, various theories propounded for the differences in race (we each were cooked at varying times in the suns intensity...I'm not making this up...)
I'm not even halfway done and I'm loving it, it's Edgar Rice Burroughs reported as fact, the ultimate attempt to unify every batshit theory, myth, conspiracy and legend...
With this book, this Bible, I will become the King and Pope of Nelson...
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