Showing posts with label past. Show all posts
Showing posts with label past. Show all posts
Friday, December 10, 2010
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).
Sunday, October 31, 2010
100 Years of Scouting, 100 Years of Martian Solitude
Happy 100th, BSA! May a Boy Scout lead the charge to the first 100-year trailblazing adventure on Mars!
As an Eagle Scout, I know what it's all about. Always be prepared.
As an Eagle Scout, I know what it's all about. Always be prepared.
Monday, October 11, 2010
Who Sings The Old Songs?
Heard a classic video game theme song picked and strummed on classic guitar. Watched a young boy play fiddle on stage. Carol Bart poured her heart into a piano recital. Stopped to chat with George Webb, owner of Tennessee Books and Autographs.
Held a letter signed by John Sevier.
Bought "Kinflicks," a thinly-disguised expo-say that shocked and thrilled many residents of Kingsport decades ago; an inspiration for my next epic tome of navigating the ol' backwaters of Fort Patrick Henry's domain not far from Long Island?
From a copy of "The King's Mountain Men: the story of the battle, with sketches of the American soldiers who took part" by Kathrine Keough White, (c) 1924 Joseph K. Ruebush Company, Dayton, Virginia:
"Sawyers. John was born in Augusta county, Virginia, 1745, and died in Knox county, Tennessee, 1831. He was in Byrd's expedition and other border campaigns, and moved to the Holston about 1768. Sawyers fought in the Point Pleasant, Chickamauga,and King's Mountain campaigns, and was prominent in his adopted state. He was buried at the Washington Pike church. A history of the family has been published by Dr. M. M. Harris."
Received a free copy of the paperback, "The Overmountain Men" by Pat Alderman, (c) 1970, 1986, The Overmountain Press, Johnson City, Tennessee.
Stories of those times, which make historic the lives of people giving up, losing, taking and buying... what do I learn?
Who remembers Nancy Ward, the Cherokee mother and warrior, Ghighau (Beloved Woman), a superiour person on the tribal council?
Or Chief Dragging Canoe?
I have to think about this some more, lost in thought while enjoying the homemade persimmon square and apple stack cake, along with local muscadine grape juice, to consider how I want to present our species' part in the history of this planet to the rest of the galaxy.
We've all descended from someone. What does one someone mean in the grand scheme?
If Sawyers' fort is a memory, what does that mean to me?
Held a letter signed by John Sevier.
Bought "Kinflicks," a thinly-disguised expo-say that shocked and thrilled many residents of Kingsport decades ago; an inspiration for my next epic tome of navigating the ol' backwaters of Fort Patrick Henry's domain not far from Long Island?
From a copy of "The King's Mountain Men: the story of the battle, with sketches of the American soldiers who took part" by Kathrine Keough White, (c) 1924 Joseph K. Ruebush Company, Dayton, Virginia:
"Sawyers. John was born in Augusta county, Virginia, 1745, and died in Knox county, Tennessee, 1831. He was in Byrd's expedition and other border campaigns, and moved to the Holston about 1768. Sawyers fought in the Point Pleasant, Chickamauga,and King's Mountain campaigns, and was prominent in his adopted state. He was buried at the Washington Pike church. A history of the family has been published by Dr. M. M. Harris."
Received a free copy of the paperback, "The Overmountain Men" by Pat Alderman, (c) 1970, 1986, The Overmountain Press, Johnson City, Tennessee.
Stories of those times, which make historic the lives of people giving up, losing, taking and buying... what do I learn?
Who remembers Nancy Ward, the Cherokee mother and warrior, Ghighau (Beloved Woman), a superiour person on the tribal council?
Or Chief Dragging Canoe?
I have to think about this some more, lost in thought while enjoying the homemade persimmon square and apple stack cake, along with local muscadine grape juice, to consider how I want to present our species' part in the history of this planet to the rest of the galaxy.
We've all descended from someone. What does one someone mean in the grand scheme?
If Sawyers' fort is a memory, what does that mean to me?
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