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Live and Let Die Paul McCartney and Wings When you were young and your heart was an open book. I can't for the life of me remember why I got round to thinking about a final solution to the Jupno problem, but it made me do more research into Papua New Guinea and the origin of the sing sing and particularly the Goroka Sing Sing. I've only had a quick view so if you want watch from 3.50 minutes at the 3 examples of people cracking sticks together and rubbing them between their hands. I wondered if this came from teaching women and children to make fire or just a celebration of the discovery of fire. Papua New Guinea: Tribes, Rituals and Sing Sings I also came across another weblink about the Sing Sing which made my think of the Asaro version.   I wondered if the origin of this story wasn't the collapse of a stone dam causing a flood and the rebuilding of the dam with wooden bracing poles. Death dancing wildly would relate to the loss of life from the original flood. and the st
  We'll Live and die in these towns The Enemy Had another brief thought, being unemployed and homeless I've had trouble adjusting to my straightened circumstances and wondered whether the Government ought to allow people to draw just the income from pension funds tax free up to the limit of the zero rate band to cover short periods of unemployment to help with living costs, maybe a maximum of 1 year out of every 3. As long as you had to leave the capital intact until retirement age, it could possibly help, I know it would help me at the moment. Something New Romford Rob Jackson 11/06/2024
  Wheels of Steel https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mKlF9o2R3cI Had another thought yesterday, why not paddle wheels driving a generator on top of a lorry's cab for hibrid haulage? When thinking about this idea I also thought this might have some use for tidal power and could operate in both directions and may be more efficient than current designs. Paddle Power Romford Rob Jackson 14/11/2024
  Buzz Lightyear On the subject of the profoundly disabled, I've thought of a novel method which may be useful in helping deafblind children communicate accurately and help establish their intelligence, hopefully to improve their overall life opportunity immensely. It would consist of a depressible keypad which used combinations of the 8 fingers to select letters of the alphabet and help them learn a full vocabulary. The thumbs could be used for yes, no or maybe. Modern technology could easily translate this into the spoken word. It's possible that this could be reversed to allow these children to have proper two way conversations and even go through mainstream education, gain independence and achieve their full potential. Ill Communication Just had another thought, this idea could actually change the Qwerty keyboard itself, making them half the size and quicker to use. Wonderous Stories Romford Rob Jackson 13/11/2024
  Machine Head He feels it from his soul Just had a quick thought. Why aren't there Braille stickers on LP, CD and DVD cases. Is there any reason visually impaired people can't easily enjoy physical media collecting? I would have thought the tactile experience of putting vinyl on the turntable and hearing the slight crackle as the needle is touched down would be particularly pleasing to many of them. I know, it's been coming for some time Romford Rob Jackson 12/11/2024
  The Last Post I know the kindly authorities are going to find a dangerous place for me to be looked after soon so I don't suppose I'll be posting much more on my ickle blog. Here's a few observations. I remember last time I was in Goodmayes. It was surprising how few muslims were inmates. I do remember meeting one who seemed perfectly normal and assured me the Doctor was a bloody good one. That's not my opinion but so what. It's also surprising given their penchant for cousin fucking and the resultant mental retardation, you might as well trust Western Science on Westerners and blame God's willy when you breed retards. The next one I can guarantee had nothing to do with me but as regards the new cemetery on the A12: an old drinking buddy of mine who served in the Falklands and witnessed the stench of burning flesh from the injured being helicoptered for treatment used to live backing onto the site. When he found out Maylands common was going to become the Gard
  The Interruptors - Take back the Power After a brief interlude I'm back with a whimper and a warning. I have written of my difficulties with the useless and incompetent broken International Health Service and the incompetent so called Doctors who may or may not even be qualified to practice in this country. I hope some of you take time to click the link above, I love the song, particularly the line 'and when the tax man makes you pay'. It reminds me of when I worked for the Government and just how much they know about what we're all up to, even if we don't realise it. I would like to have written a better and more imaginative piece but I believe I may have been drugged with something called Carbamazepine without my knowledge or consent and the effects of taking it if I have, despite the fact that physically and biologically giving it to me could kill me, don't seem to have been considered. I would like people to ask themselves whether I'm suffering from Ps