Reckless Relaxation & The Job List

The Age of Light is upon Us 

Snooze Preamble:
March 13th, an atypically warm spring day for Northwestern Ontario.   Silence, brilliant sunshine surrounds us  with a bit of  a breeze that waves branches gently. Blue sky deviously lulls the senses. 

 It seems we have a bad case of reckless relaxation about to sprout.
Except for the job list that is. The job list.  The what?  Who in their right mind would plan that?  Who wrote that on there?  Let us scream wax poetic.


               The Job List!    ( a.k.a. the You're my honey so 'ya gotta do it" list )

• Oh Raymond dear! We love you so
• But here's another job , Oh Oh !
•  Fix this!  Fix that!   ---and by the way,
• Please change the bath tub
• Right away!  

*sigh.  I'm a Jack of all trades but  I'm not a poet ,  but you get the idea.   My friend  Christyb,  who happens to be a real poet might have to fill in with a real poem. 

   It is one of  those special days, after all,  the  ' It's spring,  we do not wanna-be scheduled to do anything' variety  that soaks up all energus directus perambulus. 
Instead, dawdling  exudes  in every  necessary direction.

 Days like this take no  direction on purpose.  It must be contagious;  our alert readers have  cleverly  noted that one day influences the next, and the next,  necessarily in order.
Where did Monday go?  I really don't know.  -You seen it?   It didn't leave any tracks.

Mid-day Progress Report:
 We're making progress.   This  perfect,  late, lazy morning morphed  pleasingly and  perfectly  into a  snoozy afternoon that must have been  destined to be.  If the current rate of progress continues, it seems it must also propagate a perfect specimen of  the take-it-as-it-comes kind of evening too.
What a cool progress report.  

The job list.
  Right. I conveniently forgot.  Back to it.    The magnet on the door of the humming refrigerator  offers the list  boldly  and  ominously on a big Post-it note. It's  bullet-point smile instills  guilt every time I sneak-attack the kitchen for an innocent, tasty snack.  The list is evil,  all-knowing, persistent as mold,  living to  haunt  another day. My day.
Let's  give evasive tactics some deep thought.
 Perhaps reckless relaxation has something  to do with the uncharacteristic warmth, unusually sunny days, snow melting,  and such. Along the south side of  the house the crocuses and  day lilies are not even popping up yet, unlike gardening zeitgeist Glory Lennon's.  Maybe I can get Glory to persuade them to sprout.   Hers are up already, but mine are not in any hurry. Are they not a formidable and perfect example of snoozy procrastination to offer and emulate?
 A dearth of Energy.
 We happily cannot navigate  the garden yet,  there's still a foot of snow on it. Good thing. Not enough energy exists in China or in my back yard to dig up that stuff or  move mud anyway.
Happily, and coincidentally,  there's also not enough energy to navigate  any  tough job on the  evil "You're my honey so 'ya gotta do it " list  either.
Other assorted Excuses
Perhaps for excuses we could, in a pinch,  revert to blatant logic.  To start something you have to do something else first. That's a great standard  DIY rule isn't it?  Where would we be without that rule?  
Paint, but move this first,  fix that before you can move this, Let's say, and --woot wooot!   I haven't got the right nails to fix that first. Oops.  I might get some tomorrow. Get the paint too,  while I'm at it, and even save  a trip.  See how helpful that rule is?
 Makes sense to me. R & R persists, with a bit of tweaking and wooting and creative planning.
The Ruse of Logic
Logic also explains why we should not shovel  snow or chip away ice that should forthrightly be melting on it's own paranormal schedule.    It melts slowly, that might be just as well.  Let the snow melt slowly so the water can soak into the ground.  It can schedule itself.   That's a perfect excuse for any farmer or rural type, it's even logical,  so, we'll schedule ourselves to work hard at relaxing instead --but just in case, I winked and wrote it on the evil list :  Let snow melt slowly so the water can soak into the ground. 
 Perfect. 

 Night time insomnia might persist,  but  sunny day-time snoozing gloriously beckons and insists. 
 At Incoming Bytes,  the sun is shining. I'll have to  persuade  Christyb at Poetic Parfait  to write a poem about it.  Glorious snoozing,....er... no, maybe spring and reckless relaxation, ...er, no,  the job list,   I meant.
 Christyb is always smiling and  listening for new  incoming. Meantime, I feel a snooze coming on.

• Do you like lazy days? 
• Do you fear the 'job list' and procrastinate as much as possible? 
• Do you like snoozing on sunny afternoons?
• Have you written any poems about your job list? 

Is that Incoming I hear?

Paranoia Paradox : Fear and Profit

The Age of  Light is Upon Us

"Shall we  surround ourselves with  conveniently out-of-sight security devices, imagining  that we are somehow safer?  "     

Saturday morning.  I saw it right away upon opening up my last post on Incoming Bytes .    A sidebar security advertisement  neatly installed on the page by a commercial  service called  AdSense.   AdSense places  ads on this blog  automatically, depending upon the content type on the page.   No matter.  What grabbed my eye was that the advertisement itself  was for alarm systems,  security cameras, and home automation. Turn down the thermostat. Turn up the thermostat. Flip on the porch light.  C'mon, really.  There has to be some other purpose.  Could it be commercial-social profiteering, happiness in profiting from a genuine paranoia paradox?

 The subliminal message, if seriously given any thought-- is  fear.  Get security stuff. Stay safer, click on the ad and buy security stuff.  Get home automation stuff while you're at it, so you don't actually have to do anything,  get motion detectors. We wouldn't want to have to do anything like turn on the lights, or confront invaders, assailants, rapists,  or thieves by firing warning shots at  their sorry asses them  as they try to flee genuine justice.  In some jurisdictions it is now legal to fire warning shots at their sorry asses.  That may be a good thing.  Whatever happened to the bright, edgy signs  carefully advising perps that homes and businesses are    "Protected by Colt" ?

My last post "Who killed Gail Parker: Solve this 19-year old Cold Case! " left me wondering just how it is that society can 'sell and promote security" but  allow murderous, insane scumbags individuals and  lunatic cold-blooded thieves  to walk around free for many years, reveling in their warped, twisted lives,  while the families of victims, like Danielle Parker,  the innocent victim's daughter,  mourn for years on end without closure.
Why?   In my opinion,  that status quo is hypocrisy;   the status quo  is not good enough.  That all-too-common  situation is  pervasive and unacceptable inside the 'secure' home, out in the desert, or in the big city.   That is not justice, nor is it reasonable  social policy.

Social paranoia has been building globally and  steadily  since 9 /11.    It's been coming on for some time, but the level of paranoia in the world with  current wars, rumors of  wars,lunatic dictators,   nuclear meltdowns,  nuclear armament,  financial meltdowns,  earthquakes, floods, tornadoes,  predictions of doom --even failed ones --seems to be skyrocketing.  Edgy, gloomy  economics, unemployment, job outsourcing, and multi-million-dollar CEO self-entitlement 'bonuses'  for gutting previously-respected, long-trusted company structures, and the rich becoming richer as average people struggle -- are not helping. 
  Is this instability a result of apocalyptic thoughts of doom,  the last desperate flash of humanity,  solar storms currently trendy, or just the collective brainwashing and publicity surrounding all of the above?

  Is it because human beings are inevitably self-destructive,  or is it because we are collectively stupid, dumbed down, blissfully watching television, soaking it all up like it's truth or something -- and pretending we knowledgeably live the good life?

Shall we  really surround ourselves with  conveniently out-of-sight security devices, imagining  that we are somehow safer?  I think not.

The fact is, until civilization matures globally, and society no longer panders to thugs, criminals,  murderers, devious, dishonest power-mongers, corporate profit  and  political ideology driven by dishonest, fanatical religion and hypocrisy, the paranoia paradox will continue to grow.  At Incoming Bytes we invite the reader to think for themselves, make decisions, let the light in,  discover who we really are,   --and live without fear.

Is that Incoming I hear?

Who Killed Gail Parker? Solve this 19 year old Cold Case!

           

"Murder is not entertainment, just ask me."

 That motto, cleverly devised by  the group  'Homicide Survivors'  says it all.

 Clever mottos  printed hopefully  on survivor T-shirts may raise awareness, but  are clearly alone not enough to solve  'Cold Cases' sitting in dust-covered  cardboard boxes  labeled with forgotten names and numbers.   

Just ask Danielle Parker, a young woman and  career writer-journalist-columnist, who lost her mother in an unsolved  robbery-murder case that occurred in  Tucson, Arizona. 

Has the concept of real justice disappeared from the old West? 

Nineteen years ago, on March 6th, 1993,  a person, or persons unknown,  robbed and murdered  51- year- old Gail Renee Parker,  brutally bludgeoning her to death.  
The unknown  murderer(s)  has (have) never been identified, located or arrested in spite of  forensic evidence including DNA from blood samples from under the victim's fingernails  and other evidence collected by Tucson police.  Gail's handbag was found by a fisherman out of state --in Utah.  

Unbelievably, on  March 6th, 2012,  the nineteenth anniversary of this horrific crime,   --the  murder of Gail Parker remains unsolved, and is considered to be a 'Cold Case" file.

 
Why?  Questions require answers.


Why was this case NOT deemed a Federal murder case?  Was Gail too average, too ordinary, too middle-aged, or just not sexy enough for the FBI to be involved?

Were the FBI too busy, too understaffed, too inexperienced,   too underfunded, too  afraid of the potential outcome, or warned  off by State police in a stupid, arrogant but classic television-drama artificial  jurisdiction turf war?   Were they busy watching NCIS for new investigative techniques?  
 Why was this case ever  sidelined and allowed to go cold?

 At Incoming Bytes we believe there has to be a reason why this case has been shelved and  ignored. 
 
 Are unsolved, "Cold Cases"  qualified or  callously disqualified for further attention on the basis they will not be  high-profile enough, or glorious enough to satisfy egos and prompt promotions? We can only speculate. Readers are encouraged to draw their own conclusions.
   The question of the day must be:   Which set of factors determines if a murder case will receive the attention all murder cases warrant --or if  it is to  be ignored, filed, and forgotten?  

It seems to me that with modern forensics being so available, so blatantly flaunted with modern technology-, the answer to this brutal  cold case is there for the taking.  What will be done about it? Who will step up and take responsibility for it?  When?

Danielle Parker, the murder victim's loving daughter,  wants to know.   She is a writer.  A columnist for the Huffington Post.  I know of her plight only through FaceBook--but that should not minimize the fact she deserves help, our respect and peaceful  closure in the loss of her mother.  She would be the first person to say "Murder is not entertainment, just ask me."
Equally, her victimized mother -- Gail Renee Parker-- was an active woman,  a  beloved mother, --and above all, a human being that deserves that much respect. 

At Incoming Bytes we would like to encourage our readers and everyone possible  to help Danielle Parker find out who murdered Gail Renee Parker on March 6, 1993  in Tucson, Arizona. 

 Has he killed other innocent victims since?  Is he a serial killer ? Can this brutal, violent  crime be connected to other victims?

  The guilty person(s) are  walking around scot-free.  Are they living in Canada?  In Mexico?   Where is this murderer?  Was it a murderous couple? 
 Are they living next door to you?   


|If you have any * information on this crime, contact :

• Tucson Police Department at (520)-791-4444.
• The F.B.I.  (Federal Bureau of Investigation )
•  The R.C.M.P.  ( Royal Canadian Mounted Police) in Canada
•  CRIMESTOPPERS  in any jurisdiction in North America

  * A REWARD OF $100,000.00 HAS BEEN POSTED FOR ANY INFORMATION LEADING TO THE IDENTIFICATION AND ARREST OF THE MURDERER(S) OF GAIL RENEE PARKER.




Is that Incoming I hear?
  

http://www.huffingtonpost.com/danielle-parker/super-tuesday-isnt-super-_b_1323012.html