<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2026201107526372478</id><updated>2011-11-27T19:28:55.950-05:00</updated><title type='text'>binary backhand</title><subtitle type='html'>There are only 10 types of people in this world... those who know binary and those who do not...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://binarybackhand.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2026201107526372478/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://binarybackhand.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Elemental</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14726930440501224076</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4fXKHtDYPpU/SXTa1zQAogI/AAAAAAAAAb8/djuuS54vkBY/S220/DSCF1712.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>2</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2026201107526372478.post-6262760032866884538</id><published>2009-01-30T13:07:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T06:15:28.942-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Joe the Farmer Version 2</title><content type='html'>Joe The Farmer V2&lt;br /&gt;I had a blog up about Joe the Farmer... which was deleted. I deleted it. SO I have retyped it, and this one maybe be better anyway. I do have the comments from the original and I have posted them below. So please comment on version 2 as you so desire... please remember JOE is a just a guy made up in my head and some events are based on real life experiences of people I know and some are finnessed for the sake of the the entire galactic metabolical scientifical metaphysical virtual universe! ..................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JOE the Farmer&lt;br /&gt;There was this farmer named Joe. Joe came from an average decent farming family. Joe learned the ways of farming from his parents. Joe lived a good life and when the time came for Joe to go on his own, he decided to venture out to see how his farming skills could produce in other terrain. Joe found his self living and farming a long way from where he came from. During this time in Joe's life he met a girl named Sue. Joe and Sue soon eloped. Sue came from a different farming community and Sue was from a different world than Joe, or however you wanna say it, Joe was from a different world than Sue. Joe and Sue had no issues with this as they seen the world differently anyway, and did not choose to accept the way many others seen it. Joe and Sue's family questioned their union as they came from such different worlds. Joe and Sue desired not to entertain these so called nuisances by some and lived merrily enough to produce forth two great crops, Tom and Sally. Tom came first and Sally came second. Joe was not well accepted by most of Sue's family simply because Joe was of a lighter pigment than Sue's family and Sue was not accepted at first either by some of Joe's family for the same reason, except the pigment issue was reversed as Sue was of a darker hue. Joe being who Joe was knew that what was right was right and what was wrong was wrong. Joe and Sue felt as if they had what was right and concerned not what they saw as wrong nor cared what others perceived as wrong as time will always wash out the filth. Joe worked very hard to get his own piece of soil and sacrificed a great bit for it for the sake of Sue, Tom and Sally. Joe always felt example was a stronger message than word of mouth, as talking and doing are two greatly different issues. Joe and Sue decided to live and farm the best they could. Joe knew the crops produced were more powerful than word of mouth and those who had not hard soil could plant the same seeds in their own manner and produce forth as they seemed fit - only if you removed the envy, hatred, jealousy and ignorance from your land as that surely hardens the soil. Joe knew that entertaining what is right and steering from what is wrong would soften any soil no matter how hard it is. Sue's family did not accept the union as well as Joe's family. Sue's family came from a less diverse farming community and supposed taboos are stronger and harder to break for some. The soil in which Sue's family farmed on was hardened from generations of abuse and the task of making it soft again was surely harder. Joe knew this and Sue did as well. Joe and Sue lived together for almost a decade. Times were good and times were bad. There was love and there was lack of love, as that is another blog in itself. Joe and Sue traveled many times to see Sue's family and having hard soiled lands, they had to usually provide some form of crops to produce the family atmosphere that was needed by Sue when they got there. Many times Joe and Sue would travel almost a days journey to see the family of Sue and would have to wait hours on Sue's family to extend the time to simply see them briefly. Joe saw this as an insult, but tolerated the insult for the sake of Sue. Many occasions Sue's father would not even be seen the entire time Joe and Sue were there as he had a special discontent for the lighter pigmented Joes of this world. Joe had people in his own world that had the same hardened soil that made them feel the same way towards the opposites. Joe knew that yes, example was the best teacher in his mind so he showed patience and steadfastness in his ways and continued to be Joe, knowing that the constant nature of his character would eventually dwindle any inconsistencies of ill character to the correct level, and if not then that would be just something that the character in inbalance would have to live with. Joe knew that everyone was given their own life and free will, and Joe did what he saw as right, whereas right is defined by each and its own. Joe knew he was not a master farmer either and always kept his practice open for more easier ways for farming as he firmly believed in working smarter and not harder. Sue found it dificult at times and sometimes thought Joe was a stupid person at times and should just bow down to what she knew instead of opening her horizons. Sometimes, we just have to know that water rises to its own level. In that statement, we can take it as many different ways, but the intended and correct way is that no matter what level water rises too, if it is clean and pure then it does not matter as we are responsible for what we know and how we use it, to simply stack knowledge away and not use it is a useless farming tactic. Joe kept getting better tractors and such and some of the families had discontent against it and allowing discontent makes your soil even harder. Joe just kept a constant or tried his best. Over the course of Joe and Sue's farming life together, Sue's family seemed to never truly accept Joe for many unknown reasons, some supsected the pigment issue, others suspected jealousy over crops and farming tactics, others just speculated plain old ignorance. Sue's family never fully took the trip to see Joe and Sue's farm except once. Sue's mother came about three times over ten years while the her father only came once. Joe's family came countless times and accepted Joe and Sue very well. Sue told Joe on many occasions she felt closer to his family than she did to her own and used to cry at the ways of her own to Joe. Yet Sue told others different and Joe knew that the emotional damage by such would cause Sue to act in such an unbalanced manner. Joe never dealt with Sue's family in full capacity as they never extended it as so. Sue did deal with Joe's as Joe's family was very open and loving towards her and accepted her as their own. Life was life. Farming is not always prosperous, but Joe turned out to be a good farmer over time. Tom and Sally were good children and enjoyed the crops produced. After almost ten years and many trials and trivilations, Sue fell ill with some sickness. The sickness seriously progressed and one night Sue fell to the ground and was out unconcious. Joe called for help and brought her back around, only to have to follow her to the local hospital in an ambulance. Sue was given a harsh diagnosis within a few days and Joe's family journeyed down immediately to her side. Sue's family came days later at Sue's own personal expense. Sue's mother stayed with her but she had to be expensed for every meal and commodity the entire time at Joe's expense. Between Sue's many brothers and sisters, never did any of them offer to support Sue's family without major strings attached. Sue worsened in her health quickly within a few weeks. The doctor's told Joe that Sue had a slim chance of surviving. Joe was the farmer in the family that provided the crops that the family ate from. Joe had to leave the fields to be by Sue's side and spent weeks in the hospital with Sue. Sue's mother stayed as well at Joe's expense. Weeks went into months and Tom and Sally missed a lot of school due to it and eventually went to Joe's parents house as Sue was under a lot of treatment and pain and Joe stayed with her during the time. Joe still had to maintain the farm, provide for hisself and Tom and Sally yet Sue's family was still demanding of Joe's support to be by Sue's side. Sue dearly requested her mother be there so Joe spent forth all of his crops he could muster to satsify Sue's desires as he felt it may be her last requests. Joe was extremely exhausted from this and Sue was worsened in condition and in diagnosis. The doctors soon moved Sue to another hospital where possible help may be given. The new place was four hours travel from Joe and Sue's home yet it was much closer to Sue's family farm. Sue suffered greatly while her mother stayed by her side supporting. Joe stayed as well, many nights sleeping on hard hospital floors and chairs and living off of own family's donations and support. Never did any of Sue's family ever even bring Joe a meal, let alone any monetary support. Yet, when they arrived they expected his support. Joe had to alleviate as much as he could, while still maintaining Sue's accomodations and his own. Sue had came to grow in her religious beliefs in some ways and her mother never accepted her choices. Some of the reasons for the discontent towards Joe was believed that Sue's mother took her daughters choices as some influence or forced act by Joe. Joe respected Sue's choices and never forced anything on her. Sue's mother brought in many paradies and practices against Joe and Sue's requests and practiced many trickeries the moment Joe would leave to go shower and change clothes, sometimes requesting Joe to run an errand for her to do her "magic". Joe became very disgruntled, but through it tried to remain his patient character and avoided confrontation with Sue's family as it was her family and she needed them in her dying days. Sue became worse and worse. The stress was worse and worse. Joe felt that dealing with the in-laws was worse than dealing with the illness. Sue was a couple hours from her original home where her family was and one time, all of her siblings and both parents came to visit. Sue was greatly warmed by the visit. Shortly after the doctors told Joe and Sue that her time left on earth was coming to an end. Sue requested to go home and even told Joe how she wanted to be buried. Joe knew it was the end and accepted it and was glad he kept the peace through the hell he had endured for her. He felt what he did was right for the time and the moment. Sue made it back home to where her and Joe's farm was. When she arrived, she spoke a few words and went to sleep. The doctors told Joe she may not awaken. Joe told Sue's siblings and some of them had the great nerve to say that just let him know when she dies, as it would be wasteful to come once to see her again and then have to turn around and spend more of their crops to return for a funeral. Joe just kept being Joe and steadfast in his patience as he knew the ordeal was about to close. The time came and Sue passed away within a few days of arriving back. Joe arranged the funeral per Sue's request and Sue's family was so discontent at the arrangements they decided to have their own funeral when they got back home their own way. Joe really did not care and the burden was lifted upon the burial.&lt;br /&gt;This is a story, can be sad or can be happy depends on what you read it as. Just like a glass can be half full or half empty. As for Joe, its not an easy pill to swallow, but Joe is optimistic. He likes to focus on the good and not the bad. Joe has a simple formula and its if the good outweighs the bad, then it is good and vice versa. Joe learned a lot about farming and in reality farming is life in general. Crops are everything within life, whatever you take them to be. Whatever you value the most. Being optimistic brings opportunity, being close minded and vengeful and hateful and jealous, kills opportunity and brings problems. Joe decided to stay optimistic and thinks positive. Joe feels that he will have another wife to share his crops with before long and will live a happy life. Joe knows happiness starts at home and Joe also knows that he wants to share that happiness and home with a beautiful wife too and Joe will. SO Joe lives on... and on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The question I originally posted is, do you think Joe was wrong for supressing and hiding the dealings of Sue's family from her in her deathbed? Joe told me he felt like it was the best as he didn't want to see his spouse have to deal with any more than the illness so he was basically a peacemaker during the ordeal and took a lot of blows for her sake. Others may not have done it. Everyone has their own methods and opinions. I respect and hear them all. Of everyone that knew Sue, they all had different views of her. Some knew her from what was presented, Joe knew her as a wife and friends knew her as a friend and family knew her as family. All of it makes Sue just that, Sue... Just remember, life is short and sweet... Seek love peace and happiness from the cradle to the grave and you will always have it here and herafter. Peace~~ comment away~!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2026201107526372478-6262760032866884538?l=binarybackhand.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://binarybackhand.blogspot.com/feeds/6262760032866884538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://binarybackhand.blogspot.com/2009/01/joe-farmer.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2026201107526372478/posts/default/6262760032866884538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2026201107526372478/posts/default/6262760032866884538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://binarybackhand.blogspot.com/2009/01/joe-farmer.html' title='Joe the Farmer Version 2'/><author><name>Elemental</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14726930440501224076</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4fXKHtDYPpU/SXTa1zQAogI/AAAAAAAAAb8/djuuS54vkBY/S220/DSCF1712.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2026201107526372478.post-2802369222974981576</id><published>2009-01-24T09:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-24T09:22:08.882-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Family</title><content type='html'>What is family? Wikipedia sums it as;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Family&lt;/b&gt; denotes a group of &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/People" title="People"&gt;people&lt;/a&gt; affiliated by consanguinity, affinity or co-residence. Although the concept of consanguinity originally referred to relations by "blood," some &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cultural_anthropology" title="Cultural anthropology"&gt;anthropologists&lt;/a&gt;&lt;sup class="noprint Inline-Template"&gt;&lt;span title="The material in the vicinity of this tag may use weasel words or too-vague attribution. since November 2008" style="white-space: nowrap;"&gt;[&lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Wikipedia:Avoid_weasel_words" title="Wikipedia:Avoid weasel words"&gt;who?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/sup&gt; have argued that one must understand the notion of "blood" metaphorically, and that many societies understand 'family' through other concepts rather than through &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Genetic_distance" title="Genetic distance"&gt;genetic distance&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saying family is not just blood. I once read a story on Noah and and as he kept building the Ark, his son kept belligerently acting as if the Ark was a stupid idea as did the major majority. Noah kept praying that his family be saved and God confirmed that they would. When the time came and the waters rose, his son foolishly told him that he would go up in the hills like the rest of the people. Noah knew this would be his fate. The waters rose and it was. Noah cried to God why didn't you save my family, and God responded to him that he did, and his family was with him... Just an interesting story I remember when pondering on family. I recently was engaged by the reality of some of my family's true stature in my world over the last year thanks to an unfortunate loss in my own direct family. You see people that treat you in a certain manner of respect only due to the fact that they seem to acknowledge you for the simple sake of another relationship. Removing that relationship shows the true nature of them and BAM you got BS galore... the real deal. I choose to simply treat you based on you, not because you are my siblings spouse or some link as such. Be real about it and it will be consistent is my motto. My personal events are too heinous to blog about it at this time as there is still a foul taste in my mouth but just wanted to see what anyone here cares to comment on their definition of family? Good, bad and ugly all welcome! Is it better to forgive and forget, or forgive and remember, or never let it die... LOL ?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2026201107526372478-2802369222974981576?l=binarybackhand.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://binarybackhand.blogspot.com/feeds/2802369222974981576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://binarybackhand.blogspot.com/2009/01/family.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2026201107526372478/posts/default/2802369222974981576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2026201107526372478/posts/default/2802369222974981576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://binarybackhand.blogspot.com/2009/01/family.html' title='Family'/><author><name>Elemental</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14726930440501224076</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4fXKHtDYPpU/SXTa1zQAogI/AAAAAAAAAb8/djuuS54vkBY/S220/DSCF1712.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
