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THE WORLD CURLING ALLIANCE 
TO PERFECT and
PROMOTE
Women vs. Men --
CURLING In The New Millennium
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down to "CHELAN."
Women will be able to defeat men for the World Curling title in the next millennium!!
How?
There are more female children and adults learning the game. The game is not currently
"macho" enough for the "rough and tumble" boys. This situation could
be partially corrected "Show up and curl" spiels as in golf would stimulate
more uni-sex curling interest with a resultant, more fun.
New curling students, mostly girls, will adapt to the new genuflect delivery as soon as
the CCA "adopts or dies" with the currently taught systems. I should think a
couple of lawsuits for bodily physical damage (knee twisting) should provide the necessary
incentive if not for the recognition of a more efficient technique. One of eight women in
their life time will require knee surgery. One of 64 men will require knee surgery. The
ladies must first learn the no-strain vertical rock control brushing technique with narrow
width brushes covered with wool.
For immediate release. I
participated today, Nov. 20,1999 in a mixed funspiel. The "juniors" had 4 teams
entered. I was very displeased to note that 14 of the young curlers use the "low
twisted out foot delivery" taught by CCA sponsored coaches. Two girls use the upright
straight foot delivery. Incidentally, they curled equally as well as their team mates
without the long term potential for knee and ankle damage. It was also interesting that I
curled with a 40 year old woman who recently had to change her delivery to the upright
straight foot push the stone style because her knees hurt so much. She has been curling
since a junior and even coached other girls. She was instructed in the body damaging CCA
style. She will be one of the eight of all women that
will require knee surgery. She has recourse against the CCA and the specific instructor
who taught her this delivery. That coach is now dead and is unaware of his legacy. Coaches are legally liable for physical body damage done to
students under their direction!!!
The fact is, women will be the first to adapt to the new GENUFLECT delivery in which
physical power has little influence on rock delivery. And there is a minimal chance of
knee failure with the "No
Strain" delivery - GENUFLECT. Curling will
join other Olympic sports in which women's skills are equal to or exceed the ability of
men, i.e., gymnastic floor events.
New brushing techniques will enable women to exert rock moving pressure
and will enhance a "macho" image for men and women in conjunction with Ironman
spiels on TV. I know of a "couple" of ladies who would give
anything to compete against the men! What fun?
Brushing to CONTROL rock travel will increase the skill of the game and the brushers
technique will be as important as skip rocks in the out-come of the game.
Curling will expand only when people have
the option to curl like they golf - when you don't need to be on a fixed
one gender "team." Imagine the "social" consequences. Why do the
lounges offer a two for one "ladies" night? Not to give away free booze -- for
sure!
I participated in the Nelson
Curling Club Summer Fun Spiel, NELSON, B.C. Summer FUN, FUN, FUN Spiel in July. How
innovative to have women and men teams playing at the same time. Clubs should consider
this "mix" during winter league play. I'll bet your lounge business would
increase along with more curling observers and participants. The small curling interest
boost from the Olympic Games has dwindled. Did we not take full advantage of this
opportunity to enhance the curling game? Local clubs have to be more creative in
generating interest. Curling IS a social game. Capitalize on this primary human social
behavior fact by being more creative in sponsoring the game AND your club. Have
youngsters, who cannot now throw hard enough to get to the house, USE THE PUSHSTICK so
they can curl with the big folks while learning the game. The pushstick/cheatstick is VERY
easy to learn to use and provides early skills to enjoy the game without struggling with
the difficult slide system.
For
the Ladies
CHELAN
Nature's Gift to Mankind
Chelan, her physical and mental being is to this worldly man a dream, an ethereal spectral fantasy. She beams visual images to my mind of Heaven and it is on Earth. She is a phantasm, but in my mind -- so very real.
Without her uttering a sound, I comprehend some of her complex thoughts. I perceive and attempt to assimilate her transmitted images, as though techno-colored polarized prismatic light vibrations, her determinate thought that she projects into my mind and ever so physical -- animal body. When I embrace this mental vision and mind-touch her skin, she is for now electrifying, passionately real, radiant effervescently real with original thought from, must be, before time and beyond my cognition but for this instant, mine to behold without full understanding with my meager understanding skills.
She is, for my dream this day, Cherokee Indian. Her skin isn't red, brown, black or white but your mind's eye of receptive beauty. Her eyes, to me, I think in my many personal biases, a seductive Oriental. Her skin is an iridescence of colors giving off the radiating glow of early morning sunrise hews as my mind's eye remembers, like a maple leaf in fall, emblazoned from the first frost. Again, to me, a life terminal setting of organic cell structures, though probably deliberate by Mother Natures unalterable perfect system, but the beauty of death with impending ultimate life awakening. She is the Greek's envisioned Aurora, aurora borealis, if my imagination so dictates this millennium. She is my reflection of deep thoughts, my guide, as I stumble into and through the darkness, abysses, of life's harvest of resultant human ignorance.
She, Chelan, is, was, and will always be perfectly created of a human, but still animal body similar to mine and yours (at least in my imagination) with the depth of intellect far beyond genetic man=s callously limited mind. She is, obviously, more than only this world's woman that projects an image, an indeterminate life form of human envisioned colors, in a spectrum still beyond my imagination. She is the giver of a hint of thought so complex with some meaning to my many shallow unanswerable questions. She, created, it seems to this fundamental to temporary survival mind, in the vane of a female-Christ, Christina. She provides more than life guidance, but the message of an understanding to my mind's obscurity, my too-many dark thoughts, providing an inkling to the meaning of human existence, life itself. The Presence of which, I, this biologically classified as man, must grope for, grasp at, like the magnetic attraction of a high voltage power line -- touch and be ultimately disseminated, touch and not live, but touch and not live or be alive either? This imposing envisioned presence must have been assimilated by The Intelligence -- at least, my image of what is real and not real, captured by Nature's boundless intent to perfect life with meaning and then returned to my mind's eye vision -- She is Nature's pristine medley, spirit and physical organism with an unlimited depth, communicable to only me, my inner thoughts?
As I visualize her, my mind attempts to reach physically into her aura. She is embraced in a multicolored spectrum of photon energy light refracted through morning mist enveloping a surreal silhouette. She glides unimpeded through the dense tops of a forest of giant Redwoods. Sunlight penetrates the coniferous canopy and embeds in her hair, intimate strands of protein, that which was life but still animates the essence of its glorious Hostess.
She casts no shadow -- as the light enters, so does it exit, luminescent. She takes not from Her Sun God but magnifies and redirects the power of reproductive life to even the non chlorophyll protozoan to enhance basic life of unintelligent animals, to be recognized one day in the multi millenniums of time's inevitable evolution of living things. She, the Purveyor of more than current life, but all new species in the ageless event of time's future.
Her coal black buttock=s length hair flailing in the breeze of self-generated motion, an energy source without base in man's discovered mathematical cosmos envisioned physics. I feel the air. She disturbs and directs to me -- it passes over my warm and desirous lips with a cooling sensation. She generates an inborn animal instinct that is uncontrollable even having lived a long life in human time. I have been a witness to this erogenous fantasy and now I am to wait, to be patient, to adjust my dominant lifestyle?
Will I not delude my magnificence in time wasted celibacy and waiting for what? I have it all now, a 32-valve car, house on the beach, a woman and another if one doesn't please me. I'm to wait?
The man God, Center of the Universe,
doesn't express that view as written by AHis@
male disciples. But I, again, am a mere man who has done most atrocities
without reasonable thought and with little satisfaction -- How can I fill
my encodement cup to overflowing when every overbearing atrocity has
already been done -- many times over? Can I do them twice? Does that
count? Will I get perfect 10's from my mentor male peers, self and
populace destructors? All religious writings are by men so males must be
the anointed ones and everything they have written over the last 5,000
years must be true?
Do you really think so?
Will Chelan bring too me the delirium of passionate fulfilling life . . .
? No answer....
Why am I not the "given" and she the
"taken" as it is written? Doesn't one of The Books say that,
from my rib? Why must I, the dominant, wait for the answer from the
"Madam of life?"
I thought I was directed by The Creator, male
Creator, through the words of male interpreters of The Word. Does He not
direct my dominant actions?
Could I have been misguided by my male
fellow biblical scholars who may have interpreted The Word wrong? Could I
have been misguided by my fellow peer "men?" Didn't they write
the several "Books of Life" in mid-eastern deserts while
drinking mind-altering chai, made from a crushed desert plant?
How could "I," a male child, been
given this one chance at real life by Chelan, the soaring overseer of
life, the aerial raven. I have already done most things to most peoples of
the world -- is there something I missed?
I'm lucky to have lived and lived long enough to
know the difference between life and meaningful life, and now I just have
the "little" job of translating my mess-ups into intelligible
format so a few other guys (I'm not worried about the ladies) learn
sensibility. I must attempt to save these jerks. One might be my son!
And what about Chelan? She is
there hovering in the air currents, eddies of infinite time enveloping all
worlds, just below The Creator of Knowledge, The Eagle, Supreme Spirit.
She, man=s helpful inquisitor,
is there to redirect my thoughts, reach my inner being, redefine my idea
of life understanding as I now know meaningful life of man and ultimate
life comprehension is channeled only through the one and only protective
harbor of life,
woman . . .
If "Chelan" tickles your fancy, give me a day or two to hammer out "Ode to Women." I will write it for you!
The following soliloquy is a sample of the R-mode at work overriding the mundane L-mode of the disciplined engineer. It is a verbal painting that is to have unique meaning for only you.
It starts like this:
"My son, I give you; Woman Child"
Eve, her exquisitely created physical and more important, mental being, may be for me an unattainable conjugal melding of true feeling, loving thought. She, a silhouette of perfection, a perfectly created identity with substance and yet to me an apparition as though a holograph, a mirage, with both depth and visceral essence, yet ethereal just beyond my undeserving grasp.
She appears fragile, delicate of
possibly alien silicone crystalline structure rather than Earth's and
probably most worlds carbon-based evolution, natural geneses of a carbon
origin dream, that could shatter or vaporize with the slightest unbalance
of the supernatural, disseminated in the moonlight, and be lost to me for
all time. But from my aged man experience, I know of Her guidance, subtle
at times, and then overcoming as though masculine if need be to protect,
administer, and communicate protection of life and understanding to the
inept, to even commiserate understanding too physically and mentally
overbearing -- men.
Will I have but one chance at acceptance from Your
exquisite Prodigy, Nebula of life, my Chancellor?
'That is right my son. You do have some fundamental perception for what
is, of what has been, and what will always be for all past, present and
future physical and nonphysical "times" in all of AMy@
many worlds which consist of matter and/or energy. You perceive a small
inkling of an alien concept beyond almost every man's natural
comprehension where energy is transmitted between AMy@
worlds at hyper-light speed and reassembled as needs be by AMe@
to identify AMy@
creativity to the created.
"Eve, your potential Eve, is a mirage, an assemblage of polarized light energy to most. To only the right man, she is a serene definable, physical to the touch, adjoinable spirit. My son, are you the right deserving man for My Eve, to be represented only once to a worthy spirit and with Her option of acceptance? She will not be a possession, an amenable spirit, to begather as property in AMy@ presence! This you must understand or all is lost for you, My son, before I give you the one and only chance at life's understanding!" "And what you have historically read is not true especially understandable to the discerning in-depth thinker, but merely man=s writing about obvious childlike blurred visionary stories attempting to explain the natural and with no thought to the real ever-present supernatural. Certainly not Mine."
"She, Eve, was not seduced by The Serpent to be a subterfuge scapegoat for men. This "story," written by, male authors under the influence of man=s insecure need to be an understanding master over his environment including women. Why does man need to represent evil as being authorized and coming from "Heaven." Evil comes, is created, by the mind of man as a method of control over the populace and to give excuse for his mistakes in judgment -- men seem to need to justify mastery over existence rather than simply accepting it's presence without novice intervention. And I assure you not with copyright from this Authority and then with further audacity, represented as AMy word@ in one of AMy@ so-called "The Books" represented by several exclusive religions. Again, all written, fabricated, by men with intent of awarding themselves as masters of My World and My life giving envoys, women."
"Again, I say, no copyright authorized by Me, of this obvious devious intent of authoritative control over My purveyors of life_and their understanding abilities."
"Earth men seek control of all peoples, utilizing their rendition of "My" word to gain control over this one of unfathomable for your minds, many worlds, My, genetic according to the survivable environment, slow (millions of years) derivable plan initiated to support life under planned changes in environment encompassing the laws of random probability -- mathematics does not lie. "I'm" not sure how "I" let statistics enter into the unique evolution system which created the smart animals, humans?"
"Now "I" view these animal super intelligence changes in a not so new retro order of things "I" again and again have observed many other worlds over time millenniums beyond cognition. "I" allow a little human "type" animal creativity (not all my worlds are of "human type" populations) and -- look what is being done again as in "My" many other worlds?"
"Do not measure your determinant future by the bombs you have created with "My" allowed intelligence, but beware the "change to "My" creativity." A mistake "I" will allow in good conscience a couple of times. But, if for further gain over "My" non-concerned struggling for "My" given life creatures beware. The future is determinate by the users of collective intelligence garnered by the mega-gathering new bits and bytes. The mind "I" allowed to statistically modify neurological electrical communications over the millenniums" natural genetic improvement that can be REVERSED to degradation without "My" intervention. It only takes a, one, human mistake. Figure the probability and act now.
Let Woman enter into the plan of things before all is lost. The time of life qualification is at hand. Micro-biology is more a deterrent to Earth's nana-second life than is fission!"
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