Monday, July 12, 2021

Queen of France

In the Revel of: The Rescue Begins

windsor castle
Windsor Castle, from my ancestors.
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In the Revel of



The Rescue Begins:

A Vanquished self subsides away from dreams
deliberate falls and chance runs another direction
pity holds true and casts itself into bitter
A success is won in the losing
The eyes of others steadfast in remove
seek other journeys away from your spirit of survive
The fait accomplis is the shelter of being
housed within the insignificance of one's solitude
For others, they charm elsewhere and dandy,
delights into their gays of pleasure
their dreams of wheels and candy,
turning desires into extravagent banquets held by clouds lined in silver
Rescue into their spendourific puff of dreams obtained?
No, sorry the season pass was not on your subscribe.
Look not there, not at them, their revels of win and securities told
Look not at the walls of your immediate housing or paltries of foods foraged
Look at your provide of gain.
Not the supplies held or tallied through with remorse
The provide of dignity is your gain,
a rich heady flavor
bathing in its essence like a star
No matter days that thin or thicken
dignity is a proud nuptial to marry
a nuptual that no person can destroy
not even the stones cast from immorality
can decree it away.
Revel, in the wake of distant stars
and ride your journey into the cosmos
away from a beggars wants
fulfill with your prides and chasms of nonchalant
and enjoy the gains of eternity
as you query the sky for answers
it provides a castle for your consciousness,
inhabit your energized destiny
and live the dream of attainment
where all things earthy live within you
drift your tuned instrument of being
un-leashed, and free into the oceans, rivers and streams,
into the clouds that thunder and sing
Free into the cosmic shelter of a nebulas eye
hosted by ravens that may squawk at your game
your knowing of real.
Miniscule the cities away
and lower their sounds
listen again
and here the earth as it abounds
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Sunday, July 11, 2021

Queen of France

Creation of a Fair: Cost per Click Advertising System

windsor castle
Windsor Castle, from my ancestors.

Fair and Just: Due to the success of Amazon

Amazon has a responsibility beyond all other online businesses to offer equitable, ethical and moral business standards.
This is a time, where millions of people not only need the generated online income, it's expected that they receive it.
It is not to be a Vegas slot machine, "hoax", rather a legitimate business model.
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The ad campaign system, sponsored by Amazon, Google & Facebook, does not offer a fair business model. Thus far merely proving itself to be a group of blatant takers, when most sites can't obtain the highest results. The people who expected a fair deal...end up losing a bunch on money. Mega businesses don't have to run people out of business, work and into poverty.
The answer is for the online businesses to be held accountable and simply change their business model into a "fair campign system".
Any human rights judge would decree, the same as I.
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A Fair Campaign System, is one that should:

1.) Assure that the click-thrus aren't found from online-keyword websites, with a chance of a "web crawling bot" to drive them into clicks.
2.) Make it illegal for advertisers to click on competitors items, else lose their account privileges.
3.) A maximum of 33.3% in advertising price, per sale to be allotted. The same business standard that goes for offline products.
33% goes towards ads CPC. 33% goes towards costs (wholesale value of product, business overhead & operating cost) 33% goes towards the (author or buyers) profits and livelihood.
because life itself was the point for most of us, & an income is required from all this tech-input.

Fair System in Example

a 9$ book: has an allowable limit of;
3$ towards ads purchasing.
3$ towards costs to print/ship (operating costs).
3$ towards profits.
6 clicks with a set price of .50 cost per clicks.
A 12$ book, would be 8 clicks at .50 cost per click.
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The 33% for ads are delivered precisely with a .50 cent goal per click:
where with a .50 cent click, it is already known that only 3$ are allowed for that sale.
So, only 6 clicks (9$ book) are ever allowed to be sent per chance of sale.
Which stops excessive ads costs to the small business.
In this CPC design, the top listing place,
would be allowed for the first 3 clicks.
the second 3 clicks are further down on the page.
The sale is fed to the author, and based upon popularity, (ctr to sales ratio)
it may be allowed to go for another sale much sooner,
or it might have to be on hold for a few hours, for another chance at a sale try.
If the book is "So Bestseller" which is not most authors books,
then it needs a special location for its constant re-feed of ads.
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In this way a good book is given an optimal chance of being found.
& the just ok book is filtered away from being a good earner.
In that case, the author would normally remove it
or modify it for a better chance at making a sale at the allotted 33%.
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4. An immediate answer due to too much expensive competition, is that
clicks are to use 1/2 price increment, for each click.
ie. .34 .345 .35 .355; which allows for fairer PPC
without raising them exhorbantly, as is the current fashion.
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The current design merely stops commerce for too many authors.
To the point where authors have to reduce campaigning, or never campaign again.
When amazon itself as an entity,
is way too responsible to be a "business keeper", of all of these small businesses;
and it must make the efforts to maintain our Economy.
A current business fail, for all of those authors, well, what is that suicide count?
Has anyone cared to ask & even bother to think about
or have they become the unknown soldiers of our time.
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#3.

If the company went with the simple solution of #3 above, a set price of .50 per click;
then, all of the viable authors could participate, and gleen an income.
Instead the state of business affairs online, has become a
bloodletting experience & that is not acceptable in 2021.
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I understand the staff may disregard this email also, and push me aside.
I will have to post this online, because times have changed,
& "We the people"; rely upon an income from Amazon, and not the horrid negligence, of the CPC robber system, as it is now.
Regards,
Therese Vaux de la Fontaine https://queen-of-france.com

Tuesday, March 23, 2021

Queen of France

"Old King Jack" has Passed Away: Queen of France

Jack Aguirre, his son Tomas & Toby: 1970's

Jack was an honorable man.

February 1, 1939 - March 19, 2021

A man that did not revel in deceit nor malicious conduct of person.
Instead, he was a ruler of life's have-to, and life's purpose. At times a totalitarian dictator whether running his successful business or his family. You could question him, and he could even cry, but his ego was strong, so strong he never weakened into being a submissive, or frail into decision.
In the first years raising a family, he was young and restless during the late 50's, 60's and 70's era. Living within responsibility under an impoverished rule. Poverty was supplied by the system of others and he was resentful that he ended up, under their rule-set.
We left our garbage at the police station dumpsters in downtown Oakland, every few weeks, because there was very little money.
Jack wanted another life, a life to be a philosopher, and walk into eastern philosophies, "be a Buddha", rather than a mimic of another.
His voracious appetite for learning philosophy, was gathered through the martial arts and book gatherings from the great religions of Zen, Hindu, Confuciousism, and Buddhism. All the while reconciling with the demands of being raised as a Catholic, and knowing their world, that so many of his friends and family adhered to. He was tired of being beaten by aggressive nuns at grade school, thusly he never went to church or confession, an adult. Instead he looked for spiritual meaning through the eastern philosophies and philosophy itself. He was all about the dharma of who we are, and who we become; both in personal character and in represent.
During the the 60-70's era, he lived in the heart of mixed worlds. Where the Orient, Mexico, Africa and Europe meet; toting their gifts of person whether, Chinese, Latino, African-American, Native American or simply a White Caucasian from the European invasion.
They were all treated with fairness to my father. As children, along with my mother; we had a bit of a machismo low-rider beginning, with dogs and children all going on a trip to Mi Rancho for fresh tortillas, but that was part of our spice. We cruised Oakland in grossly over-sized station wagons, and I was always proud of my father, regardless of his angry interludes. No matter his tempestuous undertone that he held, as a bitter chip, due to poverty and life's injustices, during these early years, we were still his amazing children.
Young King Jack and Queen Mary;
with their young family: 1960's
Respect Respect Respect, not only from his persona, but from his ability to love us forever deep down into his soul. We were his family, his children, his gifts to the world.
Divisive children and their shallow begets, often squandered his direction. It was his purpose being our father, and he never let that go. His head-strong children one and all, stumbled and tripped throughout their lives, and Jack was always there to catch our fall. My father Jack, will always be the leader in my life.

Work Ego

The work ego, was where he was forced into distance and concentration. Yet, I knew, there would be time for him to relax and play again.

Drummer

He played the Conga all throughout my childhood, even with a drum he built himself with an old mule hide. That drum still exists, its metal braces have slipped and the sweet embroidered material that held the wood together is missing. Yet the drum still speaks, and he played it just a few months ago. It keep falling on the floor, so we switched his drums to bongos and he had a tabla by his bedside. He was drawn into the tabla and drove the city streets of San Francisco with one next to the gear shift. Sometimes driving us mad with the sound, because the tabla does have a heavy learning curve. Yet, eventually he became proficient, and he slept with 1-2 tablas in his bed at a time, as he studied and lived. They became an expounding element of Jack. Where seeing Jack, also encompassed his tablas, the drums of Shiva. They could not be separated. Even during his sleep in the heart of his dreams, the most magnificent tabla sounds would surround the house, in the middle of the night. Just last week he rolled his hands effortlessly over the little drum, to wake it up again.
Through the drums; all the work diminished and faded away, and his life became part of the rhythm of this earth's energy. Where the jungle and Yma Sumac would meet, in a high trilled call. He had ventured into Columbia all by himself during a dnagerous time, and I believe that trip returned him into a deeper understanding of who he was, in relationship to others.
There are 3 types of people, the people of themselves, the people of their family and the people for the greater good. All steps in life to better one as a person. His duties and love for his family was not the end, he furthered himself and his knowledge into supporting the greater good. Some people tap into the greater good, and others simply know it already. It was not about God or religion; nor the goals of the greater good only about being about supporting political leaders. It's about having a vision in how the world needs to be in represent for our future.
He was not as deep into the destruction of capitalism and materialism as I, and yet he never fought my direction. As if he knew I was right. The processed taste not only from food, but from the demands of society, and years of living around the standardized others, was sometimes difficult for him to break free from. He adored golf, whereas I prefer only a nature reserve. We took trips to the rose garden here in El Paso which he enjoyed immensely. "Let's go the the rose garden"

Jack's Old Age

"Old King Jack"
eating a sandwich:
March 2021
He was almost a vegan, aside from eggs on occasion, eggs from his own garden hens. His cholesterol had dropped, and his heart was strong, after years and years of eating rich fiesta food, with smothering's of cheese. For 6 years, I worked on his diet, downgrading the malicious fats from burritos etc, and moving him towards green drinks every morning. He ate all the time, breakfast into lunch and then more food, and he became thin, like gandi was thin. His body fat was normal, no longer classed as obese. Jack finished his buddha bowls, and fed himself with his spoon, the majority of the time, and even his teeth had stopped falling out, the loosening had stopped, and the dentist trip to Juarez from 2 years ago, didn't have to re-occur, all due to the white sugar reduction. He was showing all the signs equating to a longer life. The doctors want to call it Parkinsens, and yet it's something the Native Americans have had for the last 8,000 yrs. In finding a cure, in this decade of moments, I believe would be too arrogant a belief and yet I still tried through his dietary changes. Dried beets and kapikacchu drinks, with aminos, every day, and last week he brushed his own teeth, and his hallucinations had reduced with the vitamin b's. all alarming improvements, not failures. What a damn disease I call it. As the indian ascends the mountain to die with the clouds, perhaps it's not a disease we will ever be able cure, only learn to redirect it away for as long as possible.
Jack did walk that mountain for a time, even 16 miles in one day, just like that old Indian, who walks away from his home to transcend with the birds and the clouds, joining in with the spirit world to die. Yet, the mountain was filled with houses and cars, so his magical journey to the other side couldn't happen that way. His spiritual nirvana was held at bay, listening to meditation & mantra music.

His Career

In his San Francisco Office: 1990's
Returning to music from the past; Jack was an Opera fiend also, and regularly listened to Opera Radio, during his many years of being a Store Planner for furniture stores around the world. While working from his Mission District office(s*)of San Francisco. *2 of the offices were devoured by earthquake damage.
Design Styles for Wood & Glass:
Patterns and Concepts
Throughout the years, he planned over 100 furniture stores, incl. the design of: Living Spaces, Mathis Bros, Warren Buffett's Nebraska Furniture, Guildcraft, Fairmont, Sandy's (BC), Sadlers, Gardner White; and as well as, major stores in Saudi Arabia, Puerto Rico and Taiwan. Jack's last major design work was with Darvin Furniture, a fun store with themes all around.
I also put together a book of his stained glass designs, which include some very basic yet necessary concepts for design, space and structure. It's not only about the designs specific to glass or wood, but for design use on a much larger scale also. ie., a city center gardens.

Geneology Discoveries

During his last few years, he discovered he was also 15% Native American Indian, along with the odd fanaticism people have of being Royalty. His king line is vast, and eventually merged with my mothers,... "Queen of Capetian France", that I am. He enjoyed the topic of being a Royal but was still quite grounded.

Environmentalist and Collector

I have to insist though, that through life participation and example, with my mother through her years, and mine being an eco-self, we kept him in-line with the necessary calls to save our planet. From the animals to the oceans and the forests to the streams.
We were one of the first families ready to Recycle and Reuse. Possessions were kept, for that someday use, rather than being thrown away; and as I look at the 1000 golf balls in the garage, they will go into the rock walls and be kept for repairs, instead of taking down the mountains for concrete and mortar. Jack was a frugal character and a collector. He loved rummage sales and was often a vistor to the Pacifica Seniors Center.
On a side note about walls; mud with manure and straw and mashed prickly pear pads, has held and has lasted very well in between the cracks of the rock walls.

Generousity with his Time and Money

He was never a big spender for himself, unless it was for friend or family gatherings, where he loved to foot the bill. In the early years of his business success, he played with that money, and kept the many thousands earned, as hundred dollar bills folded in his pocket. They were the cash years and cash impressed people. He soaked in their reactions to the site of the money.
Sadly, most people need to be impressed, is who people have become, in this short journey through 30 million years of evolution. Even our ancestry from the monkeys tauts that want, where monkeys fashion their hair each with different styles. If you're not impressing others, you're simply treated as less and washed away... from people's fields of visions and thoughts. Making life a difficult and a stranded experience, even when the pure character of human should not require impressing others in order to be loved, cared for, wanted or adored.

His Last Day

Jack died suddenly from a fever. The fever spiked quickly and he was in a trance with the death racs until he died. As a child he had Rubella, and nearly died. Maybe the Rubella itself could be attributed towards his rapid decline. I don't want an autopsy of course, but if others deem it necessary I will consent.

My Life Change

I really wasn't ready to touch the computer, & communicate with people online, showing a work ethic. It's been 6 years of being Jack's sidekick and tending to Jack. We drove all over together, even to Washington State from the Bay Area, looking for property and visiting rummage sales along the way. In 2017, we moved from Pacifica and ended up here in El Paso, his childhood home, near his sisters and brother. Since that time, 2 of his sisters, Margaret and Bernice have past away.
I'm jittery without his presence, I adored my little Gandhi father. It's a tragedy to lose him, I expected a few more years of time to be near him, and take care for him. Just after I wrote this, I ruined the css on the blog, I didn't shut a div and lost the sidebar, went on an css chase, then one of Jack's guppies died, then deleted my html template, then the site theme of over 10 yrs, however, it's all back together for now, I reconstructed it again due to saved backups. Now, it's a day to bury the fish and wonder the throw aways.

A House-Share Commune Creation

Jack's clothes could be reused, and kept here going with my "instant plan" to cohabitate with house-share people, and maybe his other items, such as 10 pairs of cowboy boots and business suits, would also be useful to them.
I have to reject giving away to the Good Wills and Savers. Because my new live-in people wouldn't have to rebuy those items. I also have a small 11" jen kiln to create one small vase at a time; and even "a Singer sewing machine" for the move-in's to utilize. I have used that Singer machine to create canopies to shade the summer garden, it's been so helpful.
I know that my "Lures" are very weak, and the land plot is small and narrow, but there are young fruit trees, and a chance for: vertical gardening, learning to wall-build with mud, and possibly creating a mezzanine bedroom or loft in the living room, while spending time with my 4 hens who proudly walk across their bridge resting over their 7' narrow pond. As they gaze at the goldfish within and capture a drink. Perhaps, even as many as 5-6 people could cooperate and live together with me, in this little 1400 sq house; as an artists-vegan-dancer-guru-musicians commune, where, I already vegetable garden, and devour fresh broccoli, kale, chard & lettuce; even in this difficult climate. We could share the car, the gardens food, the bills, group purchase other food and supplies. where living life would become a payable event.

The New Baux Glass Castle in Baux, France

Meanwhile, I long for a place like Costa Rica where I can just eat Papayas all day and watch a colorful parrot fly by. Paid for through my "Catapult tax" and Large Estate "Fountain tax" *, that I've already held over France for nearly 7 years. The tax where the paid checks are sent to the Baux Castle in the Sud of France, directly by the proprietors of large estates and castles within France. I haven't checked with the Castle grounds, and assume someone could assist in that venue, in order to verify just how much they've earned for the "Great Glass Castle Build". I have to presume something has been sent, either from the rich requiring humour from me, or the simple truth and necessity for a great glass castle to be built, perched above the grounds of the Catapults themselves.

Tropical Botanical Gardens

Once I ventured the idea to create a Tropical Botanical Garden Greenhouse in the back Garden 16 x 38' with an upper hill of another 5-10 ft. and yet that would be so many visitors, I would almost lose any time to breathe. I currently climb a ladder to get to the upper level of the garden hillside, which could be further planted with a few grape vines, and sweet potatoes etc.

A Hundertwasserhaus

Creating a Hundertwasserhaus (Mosaic House) is another idea. Yet it would have to be sponsored.

Creating and Running an Artists Non-profit for Exceptional Artists

I will also stick to one of my first ideas of starting an Artists Non-Profit in Jack's name, because that's a real "dedicated career" for many people to bite into. Giving assistance towards fostering the future of the Arts. The math on was simple; 10m per yr in donations; approx 60 full-time, supporting 20,000 exceptional artists with either $500 or art supplies.

Running the "Robles" Youth Hostel

I've contacted "hiusa.org" this morning, regarding the possibility to become a Youth Hostel Residence for *longer term stays, (*due to Covid.)

Mini Headquarters for Peta

I've contacted them this morning, where 4-5 workers would receive free housing and utilities, and the mortgage aspect would be paid by Peta, with a small income alloted to each dedicated non-profit house-share worker. The sum of $2600-3000 per month ($36,000 per yr), paid for by Peta, would allow for the paid workers, and house them as well. Where at the end of my life, the house is donated to Peta via their Legacy program.

* Becoming the "Los Robles Sanctuary" *
a Mediation and Advice Center;
run by Yogis & Gurus; members and wannabee newcomers of Eastern Religions

In this way 4-6... to about 20 of us, would yogi-monk while house-sharing & gardening, working as a small non-profit, dedicated to offering:
Directional advice;
Sewing & selling; our newly created saris and hand-beaded jewelry
Record & sell our yogi music...meditational music with about 20 various yogi drums, shakers, tambourines, flute, harmonicas and guitars (releasing our Yogi albums) (only a sitar is missing);
Possibly creating yogi dances with our music, and performing as a paid-for events, for weddings ie, while expanding the public's curiosity towards eastern philosophies. Take care of and foster, Peta's animal rescues also. Selling or trading our artwork...paintings, glassware, pottery and even mandala painted seashells;
While offering garden tours while creating vertical and rooftop garden spaces.