In weeklong meditation and in the midst of familiar sights and sounds the conversations reaffirm the past like dreams recalled fondly.
Almost as if commas periods and spaces losetheirsignificance
Refrains.
Chorus.
Codas.
The same points assigned to goals and touchdowns.
As an adult I am left to choose which subcultural myths and legends to pass on magically and mystically.
Which ones to create from a blender of tales swirled together.
Miracles.
Wonders.
Heroes.
After all, what is the truth that makes sense to youth growing up out of pure ignorance?
Must life be bigger than life just because a child wants to know more than we do?
How do we keep traditions and let our children learn the secrets behind myths that contain mistakes that kicked off a subculture's perpetual traditiontelling?
Ask one to be one?
Or be happy in our ignornce (trusting in one's faith)?
I have no children so in my meditation I stay, not required to reveal myths or keep the flame of faith alive.
That is what the holiday meditation has taught me this year: not to interfere with happiness of others, no matter what they believe or talk about, because they have found the thought set based on a unique state of energy mix that works best for their environmental conditions.
May I find the humbleness to keep quiet in 2011 and focus on my lifelong journey toward death in a healthier body, reducing my consumption of food I don't need and goods I don't want.
I have communicated to anonymous readers the filtered thoughts that've found their way onto "paper" like this through the years.
The older I get, the more frequent does life break down into its component parts to me. Let the world have its myths, legends, religions, literary/sports heroes...
In a dream or vision, I saw us as our states of energy landing on an unidentifiable planetoid leaving our legacy in the form of a stowaway bacterial lifeform that survived after we perished, representing us to other lifeforms passing by on the way to what we imagine is another universe [thousands or millions of years later than today?].
Hardly a high-volume, marketable product, is it?
Now you know why I seek to silence my voice in the future.
There is nothing more I can add to our multicultural global socioeconomopolitical entity we call our species in this solar system.
I wanted more knowledge about what will become of us and got what I asked for. Early happy Christmas to me, huh?
In this season when we find our own way to celebrate the renewal of life as seen from the Northern Hemisphere, I bid you good day.
My time with you here has come to a close. The Committee of 7.5 is looking for a new spokesperson, if you're interested in an impossible job to perform (it comes with no description, no pay, no perks/bonuses and very picky bosses to satisfy (as well as seven billion customers with seven billion different needs!) but it's a lot of fun as long as you want to keep the job).
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Wednesday, December 22, 2010
Tuesday, December 21, 2010
A 'Naut Out On The Town
I read that 91 percent of Americans are not offended by the phrase, "Mery Christmas."
The windowed reflection of a white-painted light bulb excites the rods and cones in my eyes, my central nervous system registering the chain of cause-and-effect events.
Coloured LEDs divert my attention to their combined conical shaping.
This is the wintry end of the year holiday timeframe I remember here in space.
I wanted to be called someting cool like 'Naut Rider or Dread 'Naut but the legal team back on Earth told me those names had copyright and trademark histories to contend with.
Instead, I'm a 'naut without a name.
I grow my own miniature, energy-packed vegetables. Protein packs are mixed and matched to my specific needs by the robonutritionist with which (not whom?) I converse through the train-of-thought app I switch on and off at will.
I thought that maintaining these giant soda-can habitat modules would give me cabin fever but the solar glider I built from old parts gives me the relaxing off-duty fun I used to have when living in the high-rise subbasement family prison farm with my incarcerated parents.
Today is one of the holidays of my varied ancestors.
Today I pray for Stella as she deals with Christmas without several recently-deceased family members; my hometown church's Scoutmaster, whose home burnt down during a recent ice/snow storm; those who spend Christmas in prison; the nine percent who are offended by a family-friendly commercialised holiday celebration around winter solstice.
At this time of year, while replacing carbon dioxide filtering systems before the next set of space hotel guests arrives, I promise myself no regrets, no envy and no cynicism as gifts of promise and hope to myself, replacing them with more happiness.
The windowed reflection of a white-painted light bulb excites the rods and cones in my eyes, my central nervous system registering the chain of cause-and-effect events.
Coloured LEDs divert my attention to their combined conical shaping.
This is the wintry end of the year holiday timeframe I remember here in space.
I wanted to be called someting cool like 'Naut Rider or Dread 'Naut but the legal team back on Earth told me those names had copyright and trademark histories to contend with.
Instead, I'm a 'naut without a name.
I grow my own miniature, energy-packed vegetables. Protein packs are mixed and matched to my specific needs by the robonutritionist with which (not whom?) I converse through the train-of-thought app I switch on and off at will.
I thought that maintaining these giant soda-can habitat modules would give me cabin fever but the solar glider I built from old parts gives me the relaxing off-duty fun I used to have when living in the high-rise subbasement family prison farm with my incarcerated parents.
Today is one of the holidays of my varied ancestors.
Today I pray for Stella as she deals with Christmas without several recently-deceased family members; my hometown church's Scoutmaster, whose home burnt down during a recent ice/snow storm; those who spend Christmas in prison; the nine percent who are offended by a family-friendly commercialised holiday celebration around winter solstice.
At this time of year, while replacing carbon dioxide filtering systems before the next set of space hotel guests arrives, I promise myself no regrets, no envy and no cynicism as gifts of promise and hope to myself, replacing them with more happiness.
Friday, December 17, 2010
My Grain Headache - Cutting A Deal
Have you ever shot an arrow from an orbiting space platform?
You see, my marketing staff is busy compiling all the activities you can, you shouldn't, you must and you can't do while working/playing in a space hotel.
After all, it won't be long before dozens and then hundreds of people will enjoy one another's company in the spartan luxury high in the Earth's atmosphere.
Including, of course, support staff.
Now, as most of you know who've worked in the support industry, there's downtime to consider.
Some support staff will fly with their guests while others will stay onboard to maintain continuity and fix stuff that inevitably breaks.
So, with that in mind, my marketing staff wants to define leisure activities that'll appeal to people in between periods of work and sleep.
Of course, we're using all the latest tech-savvy tools to figure out what we need to design and test over the next few years.
We'll keep you posted.
You see, my marketing staff is busy compiling all the activities you can, you shouldn't, you must and you can't do while working/playing in a space hotel.
After all, it won't be long before dozens and then hundreds of people will enjoy one another's company in the spartan luxury high in the Earth's atmosphere.
Including, of course, support staff.
Now, as most of you know who've worked in the support industry, there's downtime to consider.
Some support staff will fly with their guests while others will stay onboard to maintain continuity and fix stuff that inevitably breaks.
So, with that in mind, my marketing staff wants to define leisure activities that'll appeal to people in between periods of work and sleep.
Of course, we're using all the latest tech-savvy tools to figure out what we need to design and test over the next few years.
We'll keep you posted.
Thursday, December 16, 2010
Flue with Flu
Friends tell me you can't change human nature so why I am observing and commenting on our activities as if they're correctable, my friends can't say.
A cat is a cat.
A living thing is a living thing.
Instead, my friends want me to focus on marketable, profitable stuff with which they can work their sales magic.
All for what?
So Jay Leno can treat women like whores and Pat Sajak can stare at his contestants' breasts?
Maybe today I shouldn't observe our culture, ignoring subtle hints about impeachable futures and false wargame threats, when I am in a mood for the quiet absence of cultural stimuli, away from barking dogs, billboards and mechanistic sounds (i.e., a constrictive headache narrows my view).
I forget many a day what the instant gratification of cultural interaction does to one's thought sets floating in a neurochemical bath of glandular animal magnetism.
To have one's inner eye pointed toward a far-away future is not nearly as exciting as living in the moment.
What if my friends are right and one moment is the same as another except for symbol set members?
Everyone has a valid opinion that can oppose the facts.
Am I right about the transformation of our species over the next thousand years or are my friends right and our civilisation is going to collapse in on itself as it always has, the survivors picking up the pieces and making the same mistakes again but in a new language, using new symbology/vocabulary to justify their version of the truth?
Either way, getting some members of our species off this planet is of prime importance.
The cheaper the method of achieving escape velocity, the more resources we have for finding/founding a new home.
I can spend my time here analysing the story not being told by the words and actions of "judges" on an a capella contest (of course, you know, as well as the show's producers and judges, that U.S. Southerners are statistically more likely to win these types of U.S.-based shows) or I can keep looking up at the big picture.
I choose the latter.
Time, once again, to make our space adventures more attractive, more seductive (yes, that means to the brain) and less pedestrian than, but still familiar to, our life on the home planet.
If our species is going to be the same, let's give ourselves more room to play at being responsible for our future together!
Remember that epic novel I was working on with its universal language/code? Turns out, as I may have told some of you, it is not directly translatable into our written/spoken languages. It can be described, though, like an exchange of states of energy in chemical/physical terms.
Are you willing to deprogram yourself and shed your hereditary cultural self in order to move into the realm of "states of energy" speak...don't get too excited just yet. Food for thought for now.
The rest of us are still getting excited about short jaunts into the outer reaches of Earth's natural attraction. After your ride into space, don't forget to stop in the gift shop and take home some souvenirs that'll be valuable memorabilia to future generations!
It's good to retrace the outline of my sole reason for being here even if the universe waits for no one to discover and reveal its many wonders.
A cat is a cat.
A living thing is a living thing.
Instead, my friends want me to focus on marketable, profitable stuff with which they can work their sales magic.
All for what?
So Jay Leno can treat women like whores and Pat Sajak can stare at his contestants' breasts?
Maybe today I shouldn't observe our culture, ignoring subtle hints about impeachable futures and false wargame threats, when I am in a mood for the quiet absence of cultural stimuli, away from barking dogs, billboards and mechanistic sounds (i.e., a constrictive headache narrows my view).
I forget many a day what the instant gratification of cultural interaction does to one's thought sets floating in a neurochemical bath of glandular animal magnetism.
To have one's inner eye pointed toward a far-away future is not nearly as exciting as living in the moment.
What if my friends are right and one moment is the same as another except for symbol set members?
Everyone has a valid opinion that can oppose the facts.
Am I right about the transformation of our species over the next thousand years or are my friends right and our civilisation is going to collapse in on itself as it always has, the survivors picking up the pieces and making the same mistakes again but in a new language, using new symbology/vocabulary to justify their version of the truth?
Either way, getting some members of our species off this planet is of prime importance.
The cheaper the method of achieving escape velocity, the more resources we have for finding/founding a new home.
I can spend my time here analysing the story not being told by the words and actions of "judges" on an a capella contest (of course, you know, as well as the show's producers and judges, that U.S. Southerners are statistically more likely to win these types of U.S.-based shows) or I can keep looking up at the big picture.
I choose the latter.
Time, once again, to make our space adventures more attractive, more seductive (yes, that means to the brain) and less pedestrian than, but still familiar to, our life on the home planet.
If our species is going to be the same, let's give ourselves more room to play at being responsible for our future together!
Remember that epic novel I was working on with its universal language/code? Turns out, as I may have told some of you, it is not directly translatable into our written/spoken languages. It can be described, though, like an exchange of states of energy in chemical/physical terms.
Are you willing to deprogram yourself and shed your hereditary cultural self in order to move into the realm of "states of energy" speak...don't get too excited just yet. Food for thought for now.
The rest of us are still getting excited about short jaunts into the outer reaches of Earth's natural attraction. After your ride into space, don't forget to stop in the gift shop and take home some souvenirs that'll be valuable memorabilia to future generations!
It's good to retrace the outline of my sole reason for being here even if the universe waits for no one to discover and reveal its many wonders.
Wednesday, December 15, 2010
Conspiracists in an uproar!
In more news "leaked" for your contemplative pleasure, the world governments admitted they have been tracking all their citizens for years now, using both external GPS tracking devices (including GPS units for cars, running, biking, mobile phones, etc.) and organic GPS units using plasma antennas implanted in citizens while they were sleeping.
Antigovernment activists tore down all the mobile phone towers today and tomorrow they plan to launch private rockets to take down all satellites orbiting Earth.
The crew of the ISS was put on 24-hour alert.
Thank goodness, the robots on Mars, satellites circling other planets and platforms exploring the solar system (but actually parked in space for this very scenario) are unreachable by average citizens, organized or not.
Scientists are trying to determine if the hidden government that runs our species (a subordinate subcommittee secretly commissioned but not authorised by the Committee of 7.5) can still operate a group of seven billion people without knowing their precise whereabouts.
Meanwhile, sales of anti-GPS signal suits have put the Kinect, Black Ops and other personal consumables into the low sales category by comparison.
Our network of amateur journalists on the scene will bring more exciting news to you as it happens.
Now you know why there is a group opposed to circumcision at birth - they know it is a cover to implant tracking devices that also detect when males are attempting to illegally reproduce (apparently, a variation in the GPS signal can show whether condoms are being used or a vasectomy was performed in the past; sorry, eunuchs, you're being tracked, too).
Our governments will not rest until all members of our species are under safe control for their secure future.
We'll let you know when more documents reveal where your taxes are being spent to aid in your pursuit of happiness!
Antigovernment activists tore down all the mobile phone towers today and tomorrow they plan to launch private rockets to take down all satellites orbiting Earth.
The crew of the ISS was put on 24-hour alert.
Thank goodness, the robots on Mars, satellites circling other planets and platforms exploring the solar system (but actually parked in space for this very scenario) are unreachable by average citizens, organized or not.
Scientists are trying to determine if the hidden government that runs our species (a subordinate subcommittee secretly commissioned but not authorised by the Committee of 7.5) can still operate a group of seven billion people without knowing their precise whereabouts.
Meanwhile, sales of anti-GPS signal suits have put the Kinect, Black Ops and other personal consumables into the low sales category by comparison.
Our network of amateur journalists on the scene will bring more exciting news to you as it happens.
Now you know why there is a group opposed to circumcision at birth - they know it is a cover to implant tracking devices that also detect when males are attempting to illegally reproduce (apparently, a variation in the GPS signal can show whether condoms are being used or a vasectomy was performed in the past; sorry, eunuchs, you're being tracked, too).
Our governments will not rest until all members of our species are under safe control for their secure future.
We'll let you know when more documents reveal where your taxes are being spent to aid in your pursuit of happiness!
Monday, December 13, 2010
Guidance Counselor
We test and tweak and tear apart.
Setting up the initiating points and fuzzy, general areas where we want the second part of the current phase to appear as if it appeared apparitionally, we planted GPS tracking devices on vehicles and personages (some in parsonages).
The data from these devices help us determine the types of personalities likely to react rather than act, act without requiring reaction, or wait for something that will never appear/happen.
Vehicles, for example: a Camry with tag 97931AY that speeds up and follows a faster driver; an auto with tag S 2137A, acting as if on official business while disobeying posted limits, creating a chain of events no one will ever connect, despite historical significance.
Persons: the shopper who was allowed to swap price tags and will be called on to betray family/friends; the person who anonymously cleaned a disabled elder's house and will be duly rewarded anonymously to improve general economic conditions.
We can get seduced into believing our effect on the future and forget how to live right now.
"I told you so" is a phrase born out of narcissistic vanity.
Individuals do not exist. Every moment should teach us that all is all and nothing else.
We are the reflections of those who are reflecting those who reflect.
The phrase should be, "On further reflection..." and lead into one's secure place in family, subculture, culture and universe.
I believe I am me but I know better.
We carry one image of self augmented by constantly-changing extensions of self.
But self does not exist. It is many things, instead, but only one thing to those who think individually - may be a soul that belongs to heaven or hell; a temporary manifestation of a god's thought; states of energy.
We cannot erase seven billion thought sets but we can occasionally show the crowd the scaffolding and propaganda that creates the illusion of self within one's acceptable surroundings that one often believes is the true way to live.
Then, we go on from there together - attached to this planet for many more decades.
If the flow of water stopped, what would you do? If your monetary system suddenly disappeared, how would you exchange labour or investment credits for goods and services? If food was no longer available at any price, what would you be willing to eat?
What if one item fromabove was left and could feed one of two, would you sacrifice yourself or the other person?
Would you like to see how many of your daily actions lead to others being sacrificed for you?
Or how your death is the result of others sacrificing you?
Let's find out, shall we?
Maybe a universally-accessible database of tracking device info comparing the vehicle's actions to local laws as well as summary records of the driver's emotional conditions and level of paying attention to the road - daily offenders will be automatically cited and publicly arrested at inconvenient times in their lives.
Set examples for others.
Remove a few pebbles from disturbing the serenity of the pond.
No exceptions.
No more special privileges.
A small demonstration first...
Setting up the initiating points and fuzzy, general areas where we want the second part of the current phase to appear as if it appeared apparitionally, we planted GPS tracking devices on vehicles and personages (some in parsonages).
The data from these devices help us determine the types of personalities likely to react rather than act, act without requiring reaction, or wait for something that will never appear/happen.
Vehicles, for example: a Camry with tag 97931AY that speeds up and follows a faster driver; an auto with tag S 2137A, acting as if on official business while disobeying posted limits, creating a chain of events no one will ever connect, despite historical significance.
Persons: the shopper who was allowed to swap price tags and will be called on to betray family/friends; the person who anonymously cleaned a disabled elder's house and will be duly rewarded anonymously to improve general economic conditions.
We can get seduced into believing our effect on the future and forget how to live right now.
"I told you so" is a phrase born out of narcissistic vanity.
Individuals do not exist. Every moment should teach us that all is all and nothing else.
We are the reflections of those who are reflecting those who reflect.
The phrase should be, "On further reflection..." and lead into one's secure place in family, subculture, culture and universe.
I believe I am me but I know better.
We carry one image of self augmented by constantly-changing extensions of self.
But self does not exist. It is many things, instead, but only one thing to those who think individually - may be a soul that belongs to heaven or hell; a temporary manifestation of a god's thought; states of energy.
We cannot erase seven billion thought sets but we can occasionally show the crowd the scaffolding and propaganda that creates the illusion of self within one's acceptable surroundings that one often believes is the true way to live.
Then, we go on from there together - attached to this planet for many more decades.
If the flow of water stopped, what would you do? If your monetary system suddenly disappeared, how would you exchange labour or investment credits for goods and services? If food was no longer available at any price, what would you be willing to eat?
What if one item fromabove was left and could feed one of two, would you sacrifice yourself or the other person?
Would you like to see how many of your daily actions lead to others being sacrificed for you?
Or how your death is the result of others sacrificing you?
Let's find out, shall we?
Maybe a universally-accessible database of tracking device info comparing the vehicle's actions to local laws as well as summary records of the driver's emotional conditions and level of paying attention to the road - daily offenders will be automatically cited and publicly arrested at inconvenient times in their lives.
Set examples for others.
Remove a few pebbles from disturbing the serenity of the pond.
No exceptions.
No more special privileges.
A small demonstration first...
Sunday, December 12, 2010
Don't eat yellow snow?
If space travelers can consume recycled urine, then is it okay to consume quantities of bladder output "recycled" as frozen snow decoration?
The future is interesting and always descriptive. After all, what do fish encounter every day - past, present or future, particularly pluperfect participled?
Are more of your friends cartoon/TV characters than real people? Would you know or care if more of your friends in social media were fictional?
Some analysts say that our species is divided into the firstborn getting the spoils of the previous generation and everyone else fighting over what's left.
In other words, sibling rivalry.
Is life that simple to you?
Would you see the states of energy in totally different terms?
Are you ready to read the story of our lives that requires a...well, I'm not supposed to tell you right just yet.
You'll "see."
Is a Bitcoin equivalent part of that picture?
Transitionally, yes.
The future is interesting and always descriptive. After all, what do fish encounter every day - past, present or future, particularly pluperfect participled?
Are more of your friends cartoon/TV characters than real people? Would you know or care if more of your friends in social media were fictional?
Some analysts say that our species is divided into the firstborn getting the spoils of the previous generation and everyone else fighting over what's left.
In other words, sibling rivalry.
Is life that simple to you?
Would you see the states of energy in totally different terms?
Are you ready to read the story of our lives that requires a...well, I'm not supposed to tell you right just yet.
You'll "see."
Is a Bitcoin equivalent part of that picture?
Transitionally, yes.
Friday, December 10, 2010
RSVP
From the folks at the RendezVous353 site:
| There is a new Ireland to be imagined and worked for, a new kind of Ireland to build, and it is you who must build it | |
| In the Midst of all the confusion and noise that has engulfed our Country it is important to remember who we are and what we stand for ! We found this wonderful piece in the Irish Times by Theo Dorgan a poet. He spoke these words when addressing graduates of University College Cork at their winter onferrings . http://www.irishtimes.com/newspaper/opinion/2010/1209/1224285097285.html As you awake this morning or just about to go down take this postive piece with you. If you must go, then go with a full heart and high expectations of the world. Do not go in defeat, with regret, in loneliness. We live in one world now, infinitely various, full of undiscovered joys and surprises. Savour your lives and remember you have a nation still, a home to return to. When you come back, bring us what you have learned in the wide world as thousands of immigrants are already enriching us with the learning they bring to our homes and to our streets. Send us your visions and thoughts constantly, it’s what the technology is for. You will be elsewhere, not orphaned or cast out. You can elect, I hope you will elect, to remain a part of the national conversation, a part of our evolution towards a better life for all. We are no mean people, as Yeats said in another place, in another context. We have hearts and minds, we care for each other still, we have our dreams and in dreams, as the poet Delmore Schwartz once said, in dreams begin responsibilities. It falls to you, to your generation, to assume the responsibility of dreaming a new republic. This message is being sent to you because you or the author are a member of RendezVous353. |
Wednesday, December 8, 2010
Learning to Let Go
While China continues to show it can't play fairly ("we'll take all your money while we influence your domestic buying habits but we won't let you get involved in our 'internal' affairs"), republican lawmakers are laughing all the way to 2012, realizing that democratic holdouts will allow the republicanites to pass delayed legislation after the changeover in 2011 and then claim the taxcut extension bill they voted for is the sole reason the economy improved before the 2012 presidential elections, proving "tax and spend" democratic archetypes are dinosaurs.
I heard someone say, "Nixon resigned over less damaging data than the stuff Assange's group recently released. Does that mean Nixon can recover his reputation by comparison?"
We live in interesting times, no matter how repetitive.
Cohorts are pushing me to show them what the next great thing is.
I will but it's not an instantaneous burst of product sales.
Apparently, one effort in converting social media into a cradle-to-grave education system supplanting rote learning methods in traditional classrooms is sneaking up on us - those who prove its capabilities will profit first but those who marketise it best will profit the most by creating a personality mesh sensing algorithm that detects the deficiencies in one's talent/skill mix and redirects one's social media connections to reinforce stronger lifelong healthy habits.
I heard someone say, "Nixon resigned over less damaging data than the stuff Assange's group recently released. Does that mean Nixon can recover his reputation by comparison?"
We live in interesting times, no matter how repetitive.
Cohorts are pushing me to show them what the next great thing is.
I will but it's not an instantaneous burst of product sales.
Apparently, one effort in converting social media into a cradle-to-grave education system supplanting rote learning methods in traditional classrooms is sneaking up on us - those who prove its capabilities will profit first but those who marketise it best will profit the most by creating a personality mesh sensing algorithm that detects the deficiencies in one's talent/skill mix and redirects one's social media connections to reinforce stronger lifelong healthy habits.
Rapunzel Redacted
Is the pen/cil or journal part of your memory?
Are you tired of atdmt.com?
Do you own the Codex Gigas?
While the Committee of 7.5 continues the process ofbrainwashing provoking coercing training encouraging people to move into densely populated sub/urban areas, they asked me about the critical mass time period when the committee can destroy these areas, eliminating most of our species in the process, and restart/reboot the system for the next experiment in civilisation building.
Days like this, I'm not sure if I'm the messenger or the message.
To live in the system as a tiny game piece and know it is no longer surreal...sigh...
I have my programmers running scenario analysis routines to determine how close the critical mass time period is.
The Book of the Future has already predicted we're well within the margin of error of the front edge of the time period.
I'll present the findings to the committee later this week, including a chart detailing the percentages, leaving the committee to decide the estimated survivors with which they want to start civilisation over.
How many times in my life and the lives of the other messengers have we shown the revolving set of committee members these charts?
How many times was the chart THE ONE that triggered the committee to call upon its foot soldiers to release large quantities of deadly bacteria/viruses, diverted asteroids, massive solar storms, or soon, perhaps, a large-scale nuclear war? Although they're just as likely to use viruses again as they are to build environmental destruction into a civilisation as a backdoor reset method.
Thank goodness they don't shoot the messengers. We're too important as another data point in the final analysis of the preliminary post-mortem.
Unfortunately, I can't report back to you the committee's compromised decision (rarely unanimous) about whether they plan to destroy the global economy as we know it anytime soon. They intentionally leave me out of the loop on that one, wise as they are to open feedback systems tending to leak.
Besides, it keeps my analysis results pure and free of political bias.
I am a robot stuck in an endless loop, observing and reporting the same information over and over, it seems.
I am a robot stuck in an endless loop, observing and reporting the same information over and over, it seems.
I am a robot stuck in an endless loop, observing and reporting the same information over and over, it seems.
As if I make sense (or have sense), somebody flood my senses with overloaded superfluous information so I don't know I'm awash in repetition!
Thanks goes out to firefighters, parents, Wendy's and the Rave again.
Are you tired of atdmt.com?
Do you own the Codex Gigas?
While the Committee of 7.5 continues the process of
Days like this, I'm not sure if I'm the messenger or the message.
To live in the system as a tiny game piece and know it is no longer surreal...sigh...
I have my programmers running scenario analysis routines to determine how close the critical mass time period is.
The Book of the Future has already predicted we're well within the margin of error of the front edge of the time period.
I'll present the findings to the committee later this week, including a chart detailing the percentages, leaving the committee to decide the estimated survivors with which they want to start civilisation over.
How many times in my life and the lives of the other messengers have we shown the revolving set of committee members these charts?
How many times was the chart THE ONE that triggered the committee to call upon its foot soldiers to release large quantities of deadly bacteria/viruses, diverted asteroids, massive solar storms, or soon, perhaps, a large-scale nuclear war? Although they're just as likely to use viruses again as they are to build environmental destruction into a civilisation as a backdoor reset method.
Thank goodness they don't shoot the messengers. We're too important as another data point in the final analysis of the preliminary post-mortem.
Unfortunately, I can't report back to you the committee's compromised decision (rarely unanimous) about whether they plan to destroy the global economy as we know it anytime soon. They intentionally leave me out of the loop on that one, wise as they are to open feedback systems tending to leak.
Besides, it keeps my analysis results pure and free of political bias.
I am a robot stuck in an endless loop, observing and reporting the same information over and over, it seems.
I am a robot stuck in an endless loop, observing and reporting the same information over and over, it seems.
I am a robot stuck in an endless loop, observing and reporting the same information over and over, it seems.
As if I make sense (or have sense), somebody flood my senses with overloaded superfluous information so I don't know I'm awash in repetition!
Thanks goes out to firefighters, parents, Wendy's and the Rave again.
Tuesday, December 7, 2010
Magnetised Aligned Crystal Readings
Somewhere amongst Boy Scout manuals, nature identification books and computer programming guides is "Old Wives' Tales: Life-Stories of African Women" that I picked up out of pile of discounted paperbacks in a university bookstore around 1980.
Although I no longer compete with colleagues to design and purchase the latest gizmos that define the best of modern conveniences, I stay in touch in order to observe the developments within modern society.
I dabble in my tiny lab in the study.
I go out into crowds, watching and listening to the rhythmic flow of conversations, free/constrained facial expressions and socially-trained body gestures.
Then I read books on as many different topics as I wish.
The Book of the Future back in my clutches, I consult with my programmers, the Committee of 7.5, a witch doctor, the crystal ball, old movies, the weather (local, solar, and galactic), the two in the know, our cats, the birds in the yard, general news headlines, the condition of my skin, the taste of tapwater, and, of course, colleagues, associates, friends and family.
All so that I can best decipher and translate what the current moment means to those looking back at us from infinite points in the future and past.
Anthropologically, this blog records the slow degradation of the concept of the individual person as a special phenomenon outside the interaction of states of energy.
Using something like 128 symbols (or fewer) to convey messages steeped in humour, satirically wrapped in a false sense of sarcastic cynicism.
Do you believe in crystal healing? Would you believe that strips of dark-coloured tape contain magnetised particles that turn into images and sounds of people and places that no longer exist, as if conjured by magic?
Imagine a Coriolis effect of military attacks flowing backward, the U.S./Japan attacking North Korea/China, Pakistan attacking India, Russia attacking the E.U., Iran attacking Israel, South Africa attacking the midcontinent, and Venezuela attacking Brasil.
All in the name of military corporations showing nonmilitary companies who really controls Earth?
As if conjured by magic.
Some on the committee want to pursue that course, reducing the global population considerably, and redraw the world map of political boundaries to their longterm advantage.
For the publicly-sworn cause of advancing the species, freeing up valuable rare resources for populating the galaxy with current versions of ourselves and portable ecosystems.
Other committee members want to sell a gaqzillion gadgets, depleting raw sources of rare minerals that'll have to be recycled out of refuse in the future, to increase their wealth so they can become well-loved philanthropists in their old age.
Can you see a future where both are accommodated?
Give every member of the general populace [the illusion of] happiness in the moment and hope for the future AND remembrance of the golden days of the past.
Then they'll give you whatever you want - they'll even pay you for the privilege.
After all, deep down we know we're on this big ball together - we participate in the moment and prepare for the future as one, the past belonging to everyone (no matter how atrocious or triumphant).
Although I no longer compete with colleagues to design and purchase the latest gizmos that define the best of modern conveniences, I stay in touch in order to observe the developments within modern society.
I dabble in my tiny lab in the study.
I go out into crowds, watching and listening to the rhythmic flow of conversations, free/constrained facial expressions and socially-trained body gestures.
Then I read books on as many different topics as I wish.
The Book of the Future back in my clutches, I consult with my programmers, the Committee of 7.5, a witch doctor, the crystal ball, old movies, the weather (local, solar, and galactic), the two in the know, our cats, the birds in the yard, general news headlines, the condition of my skin, the taste of tapwater, and, of course, colleagues, associates, friends and family.
All so that I can best decipher and translate what the current moment means to those looking back at us from infinite points in the future and past.
Anthropologically, this blog records the slow degradation of the concept of the individual person as a special phenomenon outside the interaction of states of energy.
Using something like 128 symbols (or fewer) to convey messages steeped in humour, satirically wrapped in a false sense of sarcastic cynicism.
Do you believe in crystal healing? Would you believe that strips of dark-coloured tape contain magnetised particles that turn into images and sounds of people and places that no longer exist, as if conjured by magic?
Imagine a Coriolis effect of military attacks flowing backward, the U.S./Japan attacking North Korea/China, Pakistan attacking India, Russia attacking the E.U., Iran attacking Israel, South Africa attacking the midcontinent, and Venezuela attacking Brasil.
All in the name of military corporations showing nonmilitary companies who really controls Earth?
As if conjured by magic.
Some on the committee want to pursue that course, reducing the global population considerably, and redraw the world map of political boundaries to their longterm advantage.
For the publicly-sworn cause of advancing the species, freeing up valuable rare resources for populating the galaxy with current versions of ourselves and portable ecosystems.
Other committee members want to sell a gaqzillion gadgets, depleting raw sources of rare minerals that'll have to be recycled out of refuse in the future, to increase their wealth so they can become well-loved philanthropists in their old age.
Can you see a future where both are accommodated?
Give every member of the general populace [the illusion of] happiness in the moment and hope for the future AND remembrance of the golden days of the past.
Then they'll give you whatever you want - they'll even pay you for the privilege.
After all, deep down we know we're on this big ball together - we participate in the moment and prepare for the future as one, the past belonging to everyone (no matter how atrocious or triumphant).
Monday, December 6, 2010
Putting "hacker" networks to better use
International intrigue - what more can we ask for?
Well, we could put aside spying and stealing electronic data or accusing the opposition (American indication of Chinese-based hacking and vice versa); instead, encourage global cooperation using computer networks (hacker or otherwise) in solving big science questions.
Meanwhile, while we while away our wily, woolly tax cut agreements in the U.S., will there be a U.S. to tax or not to tax in twenty years?
The future engages us as we read, write, think and speak. I'll tell you more about it soon...
Well, we could put aside spying and stealing electronic data or accusing the opposition (American indication of Chinese-based hacking and vice versa); instead, encourage global cooperation using computer networks (hacker or otherwise) in solving big science questions.
Meanwhile, while we while away our wily, woolly tax cut agreements in the U.S., will there be a U.S. to tax or not to tax in twenty years?
The future engages us as we read, write, think and speak. I'll tell you more about it soon...
Sunday, December 5, 2010
Does Extending Your Life Mark Narcissism If Your Family Depends On You?
Two of the infinite points on a parabola:
Would a person near the second point insist on speaking only a "pure" form of the native language?
While you live your life full of assumptions that your way is the only true way to live, do you see that the variety of local ecosystems will not accommodate a single, all-encompassing lifestyle, and thus you make room in your worldview for other ways to live, especially outside the environment well-suited to your preferences? What if your environment was generic enough it could accommodate many different lifestyles?
Like the vendor says, "You don't have to like me or what I represent but please buy my product that is calling out to you right now in this special moment between us."
Translating the Committee's instructions for implementing the next phase of our species' existence so that all lifestyles move forward as one was never meant to be an easy task.
Most subcultures do not want to know they are being nudged along, believing they are in control of their own destinies, eternally unchangeable. Yet, have you ever met a person who couldn't form an opinion when encountering something new, no matter how strange or alien or out of context?
Stimulus and response. Every cell in your body will respond to toxins (i.e., "form an opinion about something new") no matter what your subculture may be.
The Committee's instructions are quite clear - make the species change, at all costs, because the next phase is going to be a big transition, and yet practically unnoticeable at the subcultural level.
There is no such thing as the end of the world. There is only change. We are all part of the changes here on this planet whether we want to be or not.
Last night, my colleagues, associates, and friends started the process of change for this next phase.
For some, the effects of the change will be painful. Others will smoothly slide from the old phase into the new one effortlessly. In relative terms, many will change but feel like they're being left behind.
You don't have to embrace a one-galaxy view but you're part of it, anyway. It's just the way it has to be so you can maintain a belief in your subculture in this so-called solar system.
The true view - the "multiverse" one, if you will (such quaint anthropomorphic jargon) - will show the few who know that others can be brought along into a system so far outside morals and ethics and body parts that words like "you," "me," and "us" are neither meaningful nor meaningless.
Can you look back 1000 years from now and see where we are in relation to where "we" will be?
Do you understand the total transformation that will pass us out of the one-body, one-mind viewpoint that permeates all current religions and belief systems?
Some of you will.
Remember, it's simply about states of energy, no belief system required. Artifacts of "consciousness" and other mass-hypnotic cultural beliefs will become ancient history before you know it.
We used Assange as a demonstration for some of you and a test of deprogramming others. Those who resisted the cultural shift of his documentation release the strongest are the ones we will focus our energy on changing the most subtly - they'll never see how we delineated and boxed in their subcultures so we can deal with them easily.
More to follow...
- Believing one's body is sacred, and if a body part is badly infected or dying, then you accept you will die because the part will not be removed or replaced.
- Believing the body is a mixture of states of energy and any ol' mix-and-match will do when it comes to quality and quantity of good, healthy days.
Would a person near the second point insist on speaking only a "pure" form of the native language?
While you live your life full of assumptions that your way is the only true way to live, do you see that the variety of local ecosystems will not accommodate a single, all-encompassing lifestyle, and thus you make room in your worldview for other ways to live, especially outside the environment well-suited to your preferences? What if your environment was generic enough it could accommodate many different lifestyles?
Like the vendor says, "You don't have to like me or what I represent but please buy my product that is calling out to you right now in this special moment between us."
Translating the Committee's instructions for implementing the next phase of our species' existence so that all lifestyles move forward as one was never meant to be an easy task.
Most subcultures do not want to know they are being nudged along, believing they are in control of their own destinies, eternally unchangeable. Yet, have you ever met a person who couldn't form an opinion when encountering something new, no matter how strange or alien or out of context?
Stimulus and response. Every cell in your body will respond to toxins (i.e., "form an opinion about something new") no matter what your subculture may be.
The Committee's instructions are quite clear - make the species change, at all costs, because the next phase is going to be a big transition, and yet practically unnoticeable at the subcultural level.
There is no such thing as the end of the world. There is only change. We are all part of the changes here on this planet whether we want to be or not.
Last night, my colleagues, associates, and friends started the process of change for this next phase.
For some, the effects of the change will be painful. Others will smoothly slide from the old phase into the new one effortlessly. In relative terms, many will change but feel like they're being left behind.
You don't have to embrace a one-galaxy view but you're part of it, anyway. It's just the way it has to be so you can maintain a belief in your subculture in this so-called solar system.
The true view - the "multiverse" one, if you will (such quaint anthropomorphic jargon) - will show the few who know that others can be brought along into a system so far outside morals and ethics and body parts that words like "you," "me," and "us" are neither meaningful nor meaningless.
Can you look back 1000 years from now and see where we are in relation to where "we" will be?
Do you understand the total transformation that will pass us out of the one-body, one-mind viewpoint that permeates all current religions and belief systems?
Some of you will.
Remember, it's simply about states of energy, no belief system required. Artifacts of "consciousness" and other mass-hypnotic cultural beliefs will become ancient history before you know it.
We used Assange as a demonstration for some of you and a test of deprogramming others. Those who resisted the cultural shift of his documentation release the strongest are the ones we will focus our energy on changing the most subtly - they'll never see how we delineated and boxed in their subcultures so we can deal with them easily.
More to follow...
Saturday, December 4, 2010
The Big Star
Do you or to what do you aspire?
After an afternoon and evening of watching the world of collegiate amateur football championships in the local culturally designated year of 2010, I turn to the autobiography of Bill Bates, entitled "Shoot For The Star."
Do you attract tens of thousands to hear you speak on topics that reinforce people's belief in themselves?
Is nothing short of the safety and security of the entire species your primary objective?
Would you keep the magic show running on the side while pursuing a reality beyond comprehension?
If all I did here was entertain us, then I have failed to grasp the fuller impact these words made.
In every key click that results in an electronically-stored letter/character lies not what I would call a deeper meaning but the points along a curve and building blocks of a story that accumulate or accrue.
We can sit around and write business plans that make VC funding fun and games. Many do.
Did you ever have the opportunity to enjoy a dinner conversation with John Updike and Salman Rushdie, hearing Salman say he read your book in a tone of voice that told you he didn't want to speak out loud what he thought of the contents?
The longer I delay the announcement of the start of the next phase of existence the Committee of 7.5 has planned for us, the longer I stagnate.
Don't dream big. Implement big plans successfully, building in timeframes for loopbacks of lessons learned along the way to the completion of every phase.
I have sat here tearing apart nanothreads in the fabric of time comprising a lesson we long ago recovered from.
More later...
After an afternoon and evening of watching the world of collegiate amateur football championships in the local culturally designated year of 2010, I turn to the autobiography of Bill Bates, entitled "Shoot For The Star."
Do you attract tens of thousands to hear you speak on topics that reinforce people's belief in themselves?
Is nothing short of the safety and security of the entire species your primary objective?
Would you keep the magic show running on the side while pursuing a reality beyond comprehension?
If all I did here was entertain us, then I have failed to grasp the fuller impact these words made.
In every key click that results in an electronically-stored letter/character lies not what I would call a deeper meaning but the points along a curve and building blocks of a story that accumulate or accrue.
We can sit around and write business plans that make VC funding fun and games. Many do.
Did you ever have the opportunity to enjoy a dinner conversation with John Updike and Salman Rushdie, hearing Salman say he read your book in a tone of voice that told you he didn't want to speak out loud what he thought of the contents?
The longer I delay the announcement of the start of the next phase of existence the Committee of 7.5 has planned for us, the longer I stagnate.
Don't dream big. Implement big plans successfully, building in timeframes for loopbacks of lessons learned along the way to the completion of every phase.
I have sat here tearing apart nanothreads in the fabric of time comprising a lesson we long ago recovered from.
More later...
Friday, December 3, 2010
Another Instance of Deprogramming Gone Wild
One side effect of the leaking wiki wikis - the dilution of years of brainwashing people into believing that there's something worth working/fighting/dying for.
Me, included.
If our leaders and fellow citizens are rotten to the core, why follow or join the crowd with them?
Despite my everyday practice of reasoning and rationalising (not to mention rationing), I hold a childhood belief in a sense of fair play.
Oh, to be innocent again.
One does not live on deer meat alone. Not for very long.
With no mortgage to pay and no [grand]children to raise, I am left to ask what is there left to justify my social compromises to help others compromise in their social interactions with others who compromise in promises they make to compromise my privately-compromised publicly-solid positions.
All of this inside the parallel universe that is this blogged storyline.
How can I tell the difference between the old Chinese way of teaching neighbours to spy on and report their neighbours' activities and the American way of its public/private citizens spying on its citizens un/knowingly?
How can I tell my international friends that the Western [i.e., American] way is any better than their sociopolitical systems full of bribery, cheating, spying and assassination?
Most people don't care. No matter how good/bad the news, they still have their cocooned lives full of mortgages, baby food, car payments, job requirements and personal ties to political/popular figures to maintain.
My cartel friends ask me what is it that I'm trying to say here. Do they need to increase their laundered investments in my companies overseas? Are their any political figures, security forces or average citizens they haven't bought for me already, either through direct bribes or subliminal advertisement campaigns?
I ask them to keep the back channels open as usual because, with the plugging of public leaks that continues to take place, I need the free flow of information one way or the other to manage this planet while building my resources to get me and mine off the planet before it's too late.
"Too late for what?," you might ask. That, my poorly informed friends, is for me to know and you to find out. If it's a dog-eat-dog world, I sure am going to keep some secrets to myself to protect the freedom of information inside the imaginary world here.
The social structure of this species into which my combined states of energy were born is more confining than I want to accept. There's a whole galaxy of possibilities out there that have nothing to do with our paranoid species-confinement tactics. Whatever form I (or my extended/extracted self) takes, I'm getting off this globe ASAP.
As we've already imagined, when prisons become "soylent green" factories, you'll know there's no limit to the compromises a species will take to treat its special members to privilege. Not enough food to feed the masses? Increase monitoring of the species to create more unprivileged lawbreakers and thus more bodies to process protein to feed the shrinking "free" population. Instead of swords into plowshares, abolish crematoria and establish smorgasbords!
I ask the bare trees outside, "How did we get into this mess? Is my brain really that much more valuable than your light-seeking leaves?"
The end never justifies the means, no matter how much we convince ourselves otherwise. In the end, it doesn't matter. This is just a blog.
In the real world, people [like to] believe their leaders and their governments and their employers and their fellow citizens are operating at the highest level of integrity, openness and honesty.
What is real? A package of crushed red-hot peppers - that's about as real as it gets. Remove the label from the packaging and the contents are still the same, as eye-watering and flavourful as ever.
Me, included.
If our leaders and fellow citizens are rotten to the core, why follow or join the crowd with them?
Despite my everyday practice of reasoning and rationalising (not to mention rationing), I hold a childhood belief in a sense of fair play.
Oh, to be innocent again.
One does not live on deer meat alone. Not for very long.
With no mortgage to pay and no [grand]children to raise, I am left to ask what is there left to justify my social compromises to help others compromise in their social interactions with others who compromise in promises they make to compromise my privately-compromised publicly-solid positions.
All of this inside the parallel universe that is this blogged storyline.
How can I tell the difference between the old Chinese way of teaching neighbours to spy on and report their neighbours' activities and the American way of its public/private citizens spying on its citizens un/knowingly?
How can I tell my international friends that the Western [i.e., American] way is any better than their sociopolitical systems full of bribery, cheating, spying and assassination?
Most people don't care. No matter how good/bad the news, they still have their cocooned lives full of mortgages, baby food, car payments, job requirements and personal ties to political/popular figures to maintain.
My cartel friends ask me what is it that I'm trying to say here. Do they need to increase their laundered investments in my companies overseas? Are their any political figures, security forces or average citizens they haven't bought for me already, either through direct bribes or subliminal advertisement campaigns?
I ask them to keep the back channels open as usual because, with the plugging of public leaks that continues to take place, I need the free flow of information one way or the other to manage this planet while building my resources to get me and mine off the planet before it's too late.
"Too late for what?," you might ask. That, my poorly informed friends, is for me to know and you to find out. If it's a dog-eat-dog world, I sure am going to keep some secrets to myself to protect the freedom of information inside the imaginary world here.
The social structure of this species into which my combined states of energy were born is more confining than I want to accept. There's a whole galaxy of possibilities out there that have nothing to do with our paranoid species-confinement tactics. Whatever form I (or my extended/extracted self) takes, I'm getting off this globe ASAP.
As we've already imagined, when prisons become "soylent green" factories, you'll know there's no limit to the compromises a species will take to treat its special members to privilege. Not enough food to feed the masses? Increase monitoring of the species to create more unprivileged lawbreakers and thus more bodies to process protein to feed the shrinking "free" population. Instead of swords into plowshares, abolish crematoria and establish smorgasbords!
I ask the bare trees outside, "How did we get into this mess? Is my brain really that much more valuable than your light-seeking leaves?"
The end never justifies the means, no matter how much we convince ourselves otherwise. In the end, it doesn't matter. This is just a blog.
In the real world, people [like to] believe their leaders and their governments and their employers and their fellow citizens are operating at the highest level of integrity, openness and honesty.
What is real? A package of crushed red-hot peppers - that's about as real as it gets. Remove the label from the packaging and the contents are still the same, as eye-watering and flavourful as ever.
Thursday, November 25, 2010
Backfeed Loops
The son of a Jewish farmer from Tazewell, TN, becomes an insurance agent in Kingsport and marries the daughter of an FBI agent. They settle down in Bellevue, WA, to raise their kids. He becomes a harbour pilot and she the owner/operator of a B&B.
An Alabama minister joins the military as a chaplain and 20-plus years later "retires" to Rogersville, TN, as a Presbyterian pastor, his wife playing the organ and leading the choir.
Wiccans sacrifice chickens in the woods.
Thousands of slaughtered turkeys marinate for an annual festival meal.
Sandy and John keep their neighbours safe from tornado threats.
Parents are addicted to parenting - are all dysfunctional addictions tied to displaced parenting skills?
Will governments require finger/eye/voice prints, blood/urine/skin samples, psychological profiles and brain scans of recipients of public assistance (public schooling, welfare/social security, pork barrel earmarks, military/civilian government subcontracting, drivers/passengers using public motorways, any government-subsidised service, anyone who uses government-issued money (physical and/or electronic)) as well as those paying into (through taxes, fees, etc.) and working directly or indirectly for providers of public assistance?
In other words, what if we turned every transaction into a Dept. of Homeland Security procedural process?
For instance, to use your mobile phone for a monetary/barter exchange, your phone would be required to make at least two or three biometric verifications of your identity.
Same for credit/debit card use and computer-based purchases.
What new private-exchange markets and other side effects would occur, given the above?
How many [more] of us would incorporate ourselves to hide our personal identities?
What are a corporation's unique "biometric" characterisations?
How would we ensure agents are registering the real biometric data of people they claim to represent?
While you follow the smoke trail of those thoughts, I'm pursuing the results of an experiment where a three-dimensional person like me has communicated with non-3D entities outside of the matter-based universe in which we think we live.
Squeezing my cameo through the eye of a needle, eh!
How do I know my cameo - my agent, my representative, my shadow - accurately presents myself to others and back to me?
I don't. I believe my mirrored reflection is me because of nearly instantaneous feedback but it isn't.
Until the majority can see what the few can see, it's an illusion that visionaries have to talk about in virtual terms.
If you met your antimatter self, would you know what you saw before you annihilated yourself?
An Alabama minister joins the military as a chaplain and 20-plus years later "retires" to Rogersville, TN, as a Presbyterian pastor, his wife playing the organ and leading the choir.
Wiccans sacrifice chickens in the woods.
Thousands of slaughtered turkeys marinate for an annual festival meal.
Sandy and John keep their neighbours safe from tornado threats.
Parents are addicted to parenting - are all dysfunctional addictions tied to displaced parenting skills?
Will governments require finger/eye/voice prints, blood/urine/skin samples, psychological profiles and brain scans of recipients of public assistance (public schooling, welfare/social security, pork barrel earmarks, military/civilian government subcontracting, drivers/passengers using public motorways, any government-subsidised service, anyone who uses government-issued money (physical and/or electronic)) as well as those paying into (through taxes, fees, etc.) and working directly or indirectly for providers of public assistance?
In other words, what if we turned every transaction into a Dept. of Homeland Security procedural process?
For instance, to use your mobile phone for a monetary/barter exchange, your phone would be required to make at least two or three biometric verifications of your identity.
Same for credit/debit card use and computer-based purchases.
What new private-exchange markets and other side effects would occur, given the above?
How many [more] of us would incorporate ourselves to hide our personal identities?
What are a corporation's unique "biometric" characterisations?
How would we ensure agents are registering the real biometric data of people they claim to represent?
While you follow the smoke trail of those thoughts, I'm pursuing the results of an experiment where a three-dimensional person like me has communicated with non-3D entities outside of the matter-based universe in which we think we live.
Squeezing my cameo through the eye of a needle, eh!
How do I know my cameo - my agent, my representative, my shadow - accurately presents myself to others and back to me?
I don't. I believe my mirrored reflection is me because of nearly instantaneous feedback but it isn't.
Until the majority can see what the few can see, it's an illusion that visionaries have to talk about in virtual terms.
If you met your antimatter self, would you know what you saw before you annihilated yourself?
Tuesday, November 23, 2010
Hot Air Cools Off And Falls Back Down
In the subcurrents, I catch films like The Shock Doctrine (based on Naomi Klein's book) and a refutation of the same at reason.com.
After all, I'm still looking at the whole species here, using local subcultures as examples of the bigger trend's effects.
I ask myself if an aggressive/nonviolent member of our species, who accumulates wealth through insight and hard work, is responsible to other members of the species. You know, the "Atlas Shrugged" mentality.
I ask myself if our species is, in fact, a species at all.
All answers are valid until proven otherwise.
These thoughts and investigations, interesting though they may be, do not get me much closer to getting off this planet.
However, one must keep one's eyes open to untold futures, even if one must repeat oneself for clarity and boring accompaniment basslines.
Keep the opposition feeling important with their protests so they don't do any serious damage.
But you don't know what those with whom I liaise call the opposition, do you?
You just think you do.
It's more simple and more complicated than you think.
If you think.
I like my emotional states but cooler heads prevail, as if logic, a tiny part of our species, is the only part of thinking that matters. They're wrong. They don't think enough.
Humour is part logical and part emotional.
China has one more opportunity to get this right. If it doesn't, then some want to take 'em out the old-fashioned way, dragging India, Pakistan and southern Asia down with 'em. I'm computing the odds to see if I should increase my military-industrial complex investments or buy some quiet countryside far away from the action and let the situation play out the way the Committee of 7.5 prefers, no matter what that is.
Either way, I and my family will profit.
Like I say, my family is you - seven-billion strong - some will profit and some will lose. That's just the way it is.
Even backyard streetball has winners and losers. Choose your teams carefully - a true leader finds strength in every team member. Can you?
After all, I'm still looking at the whole species here, using local subcultures as examples of the bigger trend's effects.
I ask myself if an aggressive/nonviolent member of our species, who accumulates wealth through insight and hard work, is responsible to other members of the species. You know, the "Atlas Shrugged" mentality.
I ask myself if our species is, in fact, a species at all.
All answers are valid until proven otherwise.
These thoughts and investigations, interesting though they may be, do not get me much closer to getting off this planet.
However, one must keep one's eyes open to untold futures, even if one must repeat oneself for clarity and boring accompaniment basslines.
Keep the opposition feeling important with their protests so they don't do any serious damage.
But you don't know what those with whom I liaise call the opposition, do you?
You just think you do.
It's more simple and more complicated than you think.
If you think.
I like my emotional states but cooler heads prevail, as if logic, a tiny part of our species, is the only part of thinking that matters. They're wrong. They don't think enough.
Humour is part logical and part emotional.
China has one more opportunity to get this right. If it doesn't, then some want to take 'em out the old-fashioned way, dragging India, Pakistan and southern Asia down with 'em. I'm computing the odds to see if I should increase my military-industrial complex investments or buy some quiet countryside far away from the action and let the situation play out the way the Committee of 7.5 prefers, no matter what that is.
Either way, I and my family will profit.
Like I say, my family is you - seven-billion strong - some will profit and some will lose. That's just the way it is.
Even backyard streetball has winners and losers. Choose your teams carefully - a true leader finds strength in every team member. Can you?
The Championship Club
I ran into the homeless guy who bought the Book of the Future from me.
Turns out he hasn't burned all the old pencil shavings and wanted to trade them for a rainproof tent-in-a-parka-in-a-heated-grocery-cart.
Thus, because I still have the pencil sharpener, I can combine the old with the new to accurately see the future again!
Glory be! Hallelujah! The South shall rise again!
Oops, sorry. Wrong song. That's what I get for believing Daniel Day-Lewis is the perfect Lincoln. He's a better dentist portrayer.
Some say Hendrick is ruining the sport of racing by dominating for so long. I still wonder about his so-called cancer recovery, conveniently letting him off the hook for financial obligations. Can't have everything, I guess. I love NASCAR but it continues to be an insider's semi-regional sport. Support your local track.
Back to the main storyline.
Now that we accept the fact that the public dole is no longer the status quo, will we begin to eliminate otherentitlements obligations, doing away with social support networks altogether?
In other words, if you can't make your own mini-empire the hard way, you don't get to suck off the pig of a public teet, no matter how hard your luck or case may be.
It's an interesting experiment we're conducting, forcing people to do away with creature comforts at the lower rungs of the socioeconomic ladder in order to focus on their future through making wise investments instead of buying quasi-luxury goods.
That is, if people want to climb the ladder.
Otherwise, it's a simple task to keep them fat, dumb and happy amassing stuff that depreciates and deteriorates quickly, increasing the wealth of those building and selling the cheap goods to the socially unmotivated masses.
Life is what it is. I'm not here to change it.
Observe and report.
Meanwhile, ensure that my wife and I are increasing our holdings while satisfying the cheapest of our desires in the moment (i.e., a practical form of delayed gratification). Also, while on holiday, buying more than one of items we like so we can share them with others in the future.
Like the old saying goes, "Jesus saves. Moses invests." It's never too late to have the best of both worlds.
Turns out he hasn't burned all the old pencil shavings and wanted to trade them for a rainproof tent-in-a-parka-in-a-heated-grocery-cart.
Thus, because I still have the pencil sharpener, I can combine the old with the new to accurately see the future again!
Glory be! Hallelujah! The South shall rise again!
Oops, sorry. Wrong song. That's what I get for believing Daniel Day-Lewis is the perfect Lincoln. He's a better dentist portrayer.
Some say Hendrick is ruining the sport of racing by dominating for so long. I still wonder about his so-called cancer recovery, conveniently letting him off the hook for financial obligations. Can't have everything, I guess. I love NASCAR but it continues to be an insider's semi-regional sport. Support your local track.
Back to the main storyline.
Now that we accept the fact that the public dole is no longer the status quo, will we begin to eliminate other
In other words, if you can't make your own mini-empire the hard way, you don't get to suck off the pig of a public teet, no matter how hard your luck or case may be.
It's an interesting experiment we're conducting, forcing people to do away with creature comforts at the lower rungs of the socioeconomic ladder in order to focus on their future through making wise investments instead of buying quasi-luxury goods.
That is, if people want to climb the ladder.
Otherwise, it's a simple task to keep them fat, dumb and happy amassing stuff that depreciates and deteriorates quickly, increasing the wealth of those building and selling the cheap goods to the socially unmotivated masses.
Life is what it is. I'm not here to change it.
Observe and report.
Meanwhile, ensure that my wife and I are increasing our holdings while satisfying the cheapest of our desires in the moment (i.e., a practical form of delayed gratification). Also, while on holiday, buying more than one of items we like so we can share them with others in the future.
Like the old saying goes, "Jesus saves. Moses invests." It's never too late to have the best of both worlds.
Monday, November 22, 2010
As Scene On Mars
"Guess what I found today?"
"More rock and dust?"
"Yes, but not just any rock and dust. The material in my dune buggy is one of the rarest on Mars."
"And?"
"What's it worth to you?"
"What is it?"
"I don't know. None of my instruments could identify it."
"Let me see it."
"No. I remember what you did the last time."
"Look, I'm sorry about that. How was I to know the lab techs would destroy the whole load while analysing it?"
"Give something in trade."
"How about a million Martian credits? You know I'm good for it."
"Other than you and I, who else recognises Marcreds as real currency?"
"You say that every time we argue like this but when the Wells Fargo electronic shed arrives you don't hesitate cashing in the credits then."
"No one else on base does."
"So what?"
"So what'll you trade me for my buggyload of stuff?"
"How about three unlimited days on my ion Skykite?"
"I've already got 30 sols' worth I haven't used."
"What if I manufacture you a synthleaf?"
"What kind do you have?"
"What would you want?"
"Have you seen the latest Martian microbacterial forms they've put together?"
"Yeah."
"Make me a synthleaf that the bacteria can feed on and on which the bacteria leave a visible trail."
"How many do you want?"
"Let's go look at the stuff I gathered and work out the deal."
"Okay. By the way, what're your plans with the synthleaves?"
"I think I'll put some of the bacteria in the center of a synthleaf and take bets on which bacteria will eat its way to the edge first."
"Sounds great. It might take a few days. Who are you going to trust to guard the synthleaf when you're asleep?"
"I'm not. You and I are going to bet who slips in and cheats. I'll have the DNA sniffer running when I'm snoozing."
"Always the crafty one."
"Hey, my synthparents didn't hatch a dummy in a Mars incubator!"
"Oh yeah? I heard your dad was a male prostitute who didn't use a condom."
"And I heard your synthparents weren't real to begin with. You're just some goo leftover from a bad experiment that a lab tech accidentally fertilised. You want this stuff or not?"
"Some mature six-year old you are. You act like you're two. I'll give you three synthleaves for the whole load."
"Half a load for ten leaves."
"Two leaves for half."
"Eight leaves."
"For the whole load?"
"Half. Plus I'll let you pick who gets to bet."
"Five."
"It's a deal."
"And I get the first option on the second half."
"Of course you will. You're my best fellow field worker!"
"Top o' the class!"
"With the best appendage attachments money can buy."
"Speaking of which, do you have the adapter to attach the buggyload to your back?"
"Sure, it's in my right leg storage compartment. Hang on while I switch it out with my fieldwork com system antenna."
"More rock and dust?"
"Yes, but not just any rock and dust. The material in my dune buggy is one of the rarest on Mars."
"And?"
"What's it worth to you?"
"What is it?"
"I don't know. None of my instruments could identify it."
"Let me see it."
"No. I remember what you did the last time."
"Look, I'm sorry about that. How was I to know the lab techs would destroy the whole load while analysing it?"
"Give something in trade."
"How about a million Martian credits? You know I'm good for it."
"Other than you and I, who else recognises Marcreds as real currency?"
"You say that every time we argue like this but when the Wells Fargo electronic shed arrives you don't hesitate cashing in the credits then."
"No one else on base does."
"So what?"
"So what'll you trade me for my buggyload of stuff?"
"How about three unlimited days on my ion Skykite?"
"I've already got 30 sols' worth I haven't used."
"What if I manufacture you a synthleaf?"
"What kind do you have?"
"What would you want?"
"Have you seen the latest Martian microbacterial forms they've put together?"
"Yeah."
"Make me a synthleaf that the bacteria can feed on and on which the bacteria leave a visible trail."
"How many do you want?"
"Let's go look at the stuff I gathered and work out the deal."
"Okay. By the way, what're your plans with the synthleaves?"
"I think I'll put some of the bacteria in the center of a synthleaf and take bets on which bacteria will eat its way to the edge first."
"Sounds great. It might take a few days. Who are you going to trust to guard the synthleaf when you're asleep?"
"I'm not. You and I are going to bet who slips in and cheats. I'll have the DNA sniffer running when I'm snoozing."
"Always the crafty one."
"Hey, my synthparents didn't hatch a dummy in a Mars incubator!"
"Oh yeah? I heard your dad was a male prostitute who didn't use a condom."
"And I heard your synthparents weren't real to begin with. You're just some goo leftover from a bad experiment that a lab tech accidentally fertilised. You want this stuff or not?"
"Some mature six-year old you are. You act like you're two. I'll give you three synthleaves for the whole load."
"Half a load for ten leaves."
"Two leaves for half."
"Eight leaves."
"For the whole load?"
"Half. Plus I'll let you pick who gets to bet."
"Five."
"It's a deal."
"And I get the first option on the second half."
"Of course you will. You're my best fellow field worker!"
"Top o' the class!"
"With the best appendage attachments money can buy."
"Speaking of which, do you have the adapter to attach the buggyload to your back?"
"Sure, it's in my right leg storage compartment. Hang on while I switch it out with my fieldwork com system antenna."
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