Technically and Simply the Best Painting in the World

Salvador Dali’s Last Supper rendition is technically the most perfect in the world. He painted six dimensions on two - technically impossible just like the bumble bee that shouldn’t be able to fly but it does, doesn’t it?

See for yourselves: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/File:Dali_-_The_Sacrament_of_the_Last_Supper_-_lowres.jpg

It now hangs in the National Gallery of Art, Smithsonian.

BTW: Gen. Pum Pum has figured out a way to rid Texas of its killer bee infestation. Stupid scientists released killer bees in TexASS from Brazil. Now, they are moving north into Arizona and also towards the Eastern Seaboard.

This one is a freebee (ha! Don’t you love the pun?). The infrastructure is already in place, all we need to do is tune cell tower frequencies to the frequencies of the apiary infestation. Make it so!

With affection,

GPP (alias HippoParamus)

P.S.: It was never about the money. It’s about creativity but you just didn’t know that you had it in you. But, I did!

Alpha and Bravo

"By will alone I put my mind in motion." - Sting in Dune

Now, let's make it better. "By will and faith in tandem, we will make the world better."

Let's move our collective minds to the real goal: global intelligence! But, it's up to you.

With all love,

- HippoParamus

We're All Going Solar - a Distillation of Global Warming

My friends,

As we move into the Age of Aqaurius (the age of GRAND Communication) and out of the Age of Pisces (the age of WARFARE), you must shoulder my burdens as you cement your own lives with integrity.

Thank you,

HippoParamus

BTW - Mathew Vassar built me (how appropos that a mere brewer could build Bacchus - it's a wonder that I got out of the library or the laboratory).

A Groundswell

There is a groundswell of something that is not right. I am, in general, worried for the future of my son and for the future of all young people.

Unfortunately, in my estimation, they will inherit a horrendous world (environmentally destroyed, spiritualy devoid, and financially degraded).

In the interim, my friend, we have a lot on our shoulders - to lessen their burden. As much that I can, I will move forward on that endeavor. In the very least, all I can do is provide for my son and build on his education.

- HippoParamus

Sandy Is Shady

"Hey, you wood chucks! Quit chucking my wood!" - Geico Commercial

Every thought does matter; every moment matters!

Money, power, and status? (Ah Bach, it's there for the taking - it's there, easily begotten).

Unless I respect someone, I don't give a damn (or, rather, a crap) what they think about me. In one way, this form of "being" makes me entirely free. In another way, that thought makes me a slave . . . to wholly finding the people that I respect.

I'm on an expedition!

Hippo

For the Love of My Father

“LIFE is about LOVE” – Ashton Kutcher

There is no power if one doesn’t love. Nothing matters – it is about love for one’s children, one’s family , one’s fellows, one’s kids.

Das ist est (and life is the test), meine heute freunda (and my friends).
That’s it. It’s the point that one realizes that one’s life is about love . . . .

So, will you make your life?

With love,

Pum

Tiger Balm Is the Bomb!!!

Folks:

Golly gee wiskers!

Generally, I try to distill this nebulous, philo-political BS that I don't really understand myself (beyond the limited principle that people in power are generally self-promoting schmucks and create fogs of non-truths for everyone else).

Anyhoo, I had an AHA moment that was quite momentus today!

So, in the moments between making the next move in the game of "hearts," my congestion monumentally became obnoxiously annoying. Honestly, there is no flaring of the nostrils when both are blocked.

I tried everything. I tried eating Kimchi; I tried snorting dijon mustard. Alas, to no avail.

Without any success, I called my mother (the first, BTW, Indian woman, to do residency at Johns Hopkins). Glorified mechanics, I call them - those MDs - overtrained buttheads, willing to go through a bunch of successive hoops to make a nominally interesting nest egg.

So, I looked for the tea tree oil and found quite a cache of Tiger's Balm in a colorful and cylindercal bottle.

And, now, after putting some of that weird Asian balm on my palm, breathing it in, each nostril had a fill, and, indeed, I didn't have to take pill!

Because: I could breath once again.

Cheers,

Pum