- German newspaper report.
- China - it's not easy being green.
- Okay, bartender, just one more: floods of historic proportional measurements.
Never too late to put a cheeky tongue into action!
Friday, January 14, 2011
One More For The Road
Can you find connections in these two news stories?:
Never too late to put a cheeky tongue into action!
Never too late to put a cheeky tongue into action!
What is a destiny and am I running away from it?
Tucked away behind a stack of unopened boxes of interlocking wood flooring pieces is a set of shelves covered with dozens of VCR tapes.
"Tell me more, tell me more! Did he put up a fight?!"
The tapes, most of them prerecorded, cover topics ranging from the heyday of 1990s Univ. of TN football to the Avengers TV series to pop films.
None of them discuss the measurement of the billiard ball interaction of states of energy (at least, not in that terminology - of course, they discuss it in all its abstract redefinitions).
The blank VCR tapes we bought are mostly remagnitised with NASCAR races, football games and films/shows recorded off the tellie.
Not having kids, we don't have a collection of what we thought at the time were cute actions by our children long since grown up.
Together, the VCR tapes and shelves exert a downward force on the floor which exerts a downward force on the joists which exert a downward force on the foundation blocks, etc.
There is, also, the centripetal/centrifugal* force of Earth's spin associated with the Moon, the planets and last but not least, our local star.
(*will I ever keep the two words distinctly defined in my head?)
What is my physical attraction to the shelves? Literally.
I can't get to the tapes easily but I can reach some of them and almost all of the DVD discs stacked nearby.
Those magnetised bits of material and stamped discs have helped rearrange my nervous system circuitry.
Here I sit listening to the Music Choice(R) "Classical Masterpieces" channel and contemplating the universe as exemplified by the stacks of material around me.
A thought process tens of thousands of years in the making (hundreds of millions, to some degree, but only sort of billions of years in the making).
Somebody told me there's a big brouhaha being raised about the phrase, "brood library." I'm not sure if it's a controversy taking place on the campus of an agricultural college or a chicken farm but I'm sure it's exciting to those who know the details of the event.
In any case, as much as holding the universe (by extension) in my hand (virtually through the thought process) is interesting, I pause to note the state of ice sublimation and snow melting around the house and ask what does the heating of the Earth's surface and atmosphere have to do with the flow of liquid and gases we call weather.
Science is a word that represents much but science is not the answer to every question, not abstractly.
Neither will I prove the theory of Higgs boson by thinking here abstractly for a million years. Speaking of which:
Should I think colloquially, using contractions and droppin' my g, or is the only, best, way to think by using the most proper form of the language/subculture common to most of my central nervous circuitry?
Life moves on. I have no need of taking advantage of others' less-motivated lifestyles to motivate myself to build an empire, big or small, because of my beliefs. I have no children. I have, at most, my wife and perhaps my parents to support - compared to the changing costs of living in our local economies, our combined incomes and investment holdings should suffice to keep all of us alive as long as we need/want.
At the same time, I desire to deal with the envy and jealousy - states of energy assigned to the realm of emotions - that arise when I see others doing what I believe I am also capable of but for whatever reason have chosen not to compete.
If my destiny is to report to the Committee of 7.5 ideas and potential events that benefit me in no way but makes the other committee members wealthier, then what kind of destiny is that?
If I don't have a dog in the fight, there's no reason to put myself in a position to make a sheriff's reelection prospects more appealing.
I know who I am. The question remains, where do I want to be myself that causes the fewest unintended consequences?
My life journey is both my own and that of the people with whom I communicate most often (family and close friends) and infrequently (the rest of the population (as well as the rest of the universe)).
Some tell stories with books and some tell stories with computer programs. I have done both and of either one of those, I'm done.
Time to move on.
Time to talk to myself somewhere else.
Where, I don't know. I am tired of the days of being boxed up in the cattle yards and chicken coops of office buildings, laboratories, classrooms and factories, where and when I used to be most comfortable.
It's easy to prognosticate and see a certain view of life from behind a keyboard and in front of a computer display.
Time to get away from the electromechanical virtual world, which is but one of many subsets of the worlds within the universe as we see it.
"Tell me more, tell me more! Did he put up a fight?!"
The tapes, most of them prerecorded, cover topics ranging from the heyday of 1990s Univ. of TN football to the Avengers TV series to pop films.
None of them discuss the measurement of the billiard ball interaction of states of energy (at least, not in that terminology - of course, they discuss it in all its abstract redefinitions).
The blank VCR tapes we bought are mostly remagnitised with NASCAR races, football games and films/shows recorded off the tellie.
Not having kids, we don't have a collection of what we thought at the time were cute actions by our children long since grown up.
Together, the VCR tapes and shelves exert a downward force on the floor which exerts a downward force on the joists which exert a downward force on the foundation blocks, etc.
There is, also, the centripetal/centrifugal* force of Earth's spin associated with the Moon, the planets and last but not least, our local star.
(*will I ever keep the two words distinctly defined in my head?)
What is my physical attraction to the shelves? Literally.
I can't get to the tapes easily but I can reach some of them and almost all of the DVD discs stacked nearby.
Those magnetised bits of material and stamped discs have helped rearrange my nervous system circuitry.
Here I sit listening to the Music Choice(R) "Classical Masterpieces" channel and contemplating the universe as exemplified by the stacks of material around me.
A thought process tens of thousands of years in the making (hundreds of millions, to some degree, but only sort of billions of years in the making).
Somebody told me there's a big brouhaha being raised about the phrase, "brood library." I'm not sure if it's a controversy taking place on the campus of an agricultural college or a chicken farm but I'm sure it's exciting to those who know the details of the event.
In any case, as much as holding the universe (by extension) in my hand (virtually through the thought process) is interesting, I pause to note the state of ice sublimation and snow melting around the house and ask what does the heating of the Earth's surface and atmosphere have to do with the flow of liquid and gases we call weather.
Science is a word that represents much but science is not the answer to every question, not abstractly.
Neither will I prove the theory of Higgs boson by thinking here abstractly for a million years. Speaking of which:
Higgs Boson enters a church. The priest says 'get out!' and the Higgs Boson says: 'but without me, how can you have mass?'I chew off the dead portion of my fingernails because there's a puzzle that's puzzling me.
Should I think colloquially, using contractions and droppin' my g, or is the only, best, way to think by using the most proper form of the language/subculture common to most of my central nervous circuitry?
Life moves on. I have no need of taking advantage of others' less-motivated lifestyles to motivate myself to build an empire, big or small, because of my beliefs. I have no children. I have, at most, my wife and perhaps my parents to support - compared to the changing costs of living in our local economies, our combined incomes and investment holdings should suffice to keep all of us alive as long as we need/want.
At the same time, I desire to deal with the envy and jealousy - states of energy assigned to the realm of emotions - that arise when I see others doing what I believe I am also capable of but for whatever reason have chosen not to compete.
If my destiny is to report to the Committee of 7.5 ideas and potential events that benefit me in no way but makes the other committee members wealthier, then what kind of destiny is that?
If I don't have a dog in the fight, there's no reason to put myself in a position to make a sheriff's reelection prospects more appealing.
I know who I am. The question remains, where do I want to be myself that causes the fewest unintended consequences?
My life journey is both my own and that of the people with whom I communicate most often (family and close friends) and infrequently (the rest of the population (as well as the rest of the universe)).
Some tell stories with books and some tell stories with computer programs. I have done both and of either one of those, I'm done.
Time to move on.
Time to talk to myself somewhere else.
Where, I don't know. I am tired of the days of being boxed up in the cattle yards and chicken coops of office buildings, laboratories, classrooms and factories, where and when I used to be most comfortable.
It's easy to prognosticate and see a certain view of life from behind a keyboard and in front of a computer display.
Time to get away from the electromechanical virtual world, which is but one of many subsets of the worlds within the universe as we see it.
Thursday, January 13, 2011
The World Is Coming To An End, Part 17
Did the Mayans take this under consideration? Is this really going to be the year of the Rabbit on 3rd Feb 2011?
Perhaps your horoscope is horribly out of scope:
Perhaps your horoscope is horribly out of scope:
Moon is a drag on Earth's zodiac
Wren Nesting In Ponytail Palm
When your government and your economy are addicts and can't seem to stop their habits, borrowing against limited collateral, where do you send them for professional help?
Ask an expert about the symptoms, first:
Where do we get a second opinion?
Should we keep drawing from the well just because it hasn't run dry?
I'm not worried about the rhetoric inciting divisive opinions. I'm concerned about finding at least one courageous group of people willing to say, "Stop the Insanity!"
Or should I not worry and, like Tajikistan, just cede some of my sovereignty without blinking an eye?
We're a global village and all that now, right?
You know what? I'm not going to think any more about the government that makes the laws under which I try to be a good citizen. If the majority of people don't care if their cash cow is getting close to cashing out, then I won't, either.
I have to keep my eyes on the big prize - getting our species living permanently, securely, happily in more than one solar system - and on the little prize, opening the eyes of those wanting to be enlightened about the concept of reality.
The rest is just a poor filter level setting letting the random bleetings of the noise floor get through.
Ask an expert about the symptoms, first:
Stockman [former Reagan administration budget director] explained that before 1980, it took about $1.50 of new borrowing -- public or private -- to generate $1 of GDP growth. By the mid-1990s, it was $2.50 or $3 of borrowing for a $1 of GDP growth. By 2007, before the big collapse and meltdown finally came, $7 of public and private debt was added to the national balance sheet in order to get $1 of GDP growth.
"When you get to the point of $7 of borrowing to get $1 of income, you're obviously on an unsustainable path and pretty close to hitting the wall, which more or less we have," he said.
"So the addicts in Washington are now unfortunately terrified to stop all this borrowing whether it's for guns or butter for fear of the economy will collapse.... That's why we're just at the beginning of solving this massive financial collapse we had in 2008 and not in the process of healthy recovery as some of the pals in the White House or on Capitol Hill or on Wall Street would have you believe."
Where do we get a second opinion?
Should we keep drawing from the well just because it hasn't run dry?
I'm not worried about the rhetoric inciting divisive opinions. I'm concerned about finding at least one courageous group of people willing to say, "Stop the Insanity!"
Or should I not worry and, like Tajikistan, just cede some of my sovereignty without blinking an eye?
We're a global village and all that now, right?
You know what? I'm not going to think any more about the government that makes the laws under which I try to be a good citizen. If the majority of people don't care if their cash cow is getting close to cashing out, then I won't, either.
I have to keep my eyes on the big prize - getting our species living permanently, securely, happily in more than one solar system - and on the little prize, opening the eyes of those wanting to be enlightened about the concept of reality.
The rest is just a poor filter level setting letting the random bleetings of the noise floor get through.
Enameled Statue
Flocks of birds make fleeting shadows on the snow-covered ground, tree trunks and rooftops.
Icicles make aeronautical rhythms of drips and cracks.
A driver tells the story of her father's farm management, when he planted pines where streets sprouted and pecan trees where people shop for home improvement merchandise.
Their modest farmhouse removed for a carpark.
He still keeps a few head of cattle because he can't get farming out of daily routines.
This is the story of people insinuating themselves into the lifestories of others.
Who took over the mortgage you were marginally qualified to add to your debt load?
Are you a debt collector who hedges bets on real estate appraisals?
A spindly privet shakes off the coating of snow like a dog shedding water.
Ice bends a gutter toward the ground.
A shaft of metal has no idea it's a fingernail file.
A factory closing down doesn't tell its customers that it can no longer buy raw material on credit.
Tavern On The Green is a memorable dream.
Government leaders/workers/lenders agree who takes the next turn being the world's military police force.
Pax Romana versus 200 years of Japanese peace is balanced against lucrative defense spending.
Can a global population eliminate pockets of either/or thinking?
Will tests ever prove or disprove education and training overcome evolutionary cultural/genetic theoretical differences?
Does profit-taking have to benefit the longterm well-being of the global ecosystem? Would we eliminate cultures that don't take this into consideration from history?
Will ships and over-the-road container transport vehicles have to meet stringent environmental pollution restrictions or be recycled?
Are light and noise pollution?
How much does the presence of police/military create a class of lawbreaking criminals/resisters? [I assume it doesn't create resistors and capacitors.]
Is pain or the absence of pain your pillow of comfort?
Does it matter if one's observations/writings are pertinent to the moment in which they're created?
These are the rows plowed and planted with ideas. Let's watch them grow into solutions for yesterday, today and tomorrow.
When you see the cycles that repeat themselves, you'll see the truth without the need of mass hypnosis/persuasion/agreement.
Art does not exist. Life imitates its self-reflective illusion.
If you can't take the subtle heat of satire, get out of the kitchen where they're cooking up a hot batch of humour that will sneak up on you and set your tongue afire.
And grown-ups, don't let immature kids play with matchmaking - they don't know the difference between joking around and bullying - somebody or something will burn.
Icicles make aeronautical rhythms of drips and cracks.
A driver tells the story of her father's farm management, when he planted pines where streets sprouted and pecan trees where people shop for home improvement merchandise.
Their modest farmhouse removed for a carpark.
He still keeps a few head of cattle because he can't get farming out of daily routines.
This is the story of people insinuating themselves into the lifestories of others.
Who took over the mortgage you were marginally qualified to add to your debt load?
Are you a debt collector who hedges bets on real estate appraisals?
A spindly privet shakes off the coating of snow like a dog shedding water.
Ice bends a gutter toward the ground.
A shaft of metal has no idea it's a fingernail file.
A factory closing down doesn't tell its customers that it can no longer buy raw material on credit.
Tavern On The Green is a memorable dream.
Government leaders/workers/lenders agree who takes the next turn being the world's military police force.
Pax Romana versus 200 years of Japanese peace is balanced against lucrative defense spending.
Can a global population eliminate pockets of either/or thinking?
Will tests ever prove or disprove education and training overcome evolutionary cultural/genetic theoretical differences?
Does profit-taking have to benefit the longterm well-being of the global ecosystem? Would we eliminate cultures that don't take this into consideration from history?
Will ships and over-the-road container transport vehicles have to meet stringent environmental pollution restrictions or be recycled?
Are light and noise pollution?
How much does the presence of police/military create a class of lawbreaking criminals/resisters? [I assume it doesn't create resistors and capacitors.]
Is pain or the absence of pain your pillow of comfort?
Does it matter if one's observations/writings are pertinent to the moment in which they're created?
These are the rows plowed and planted with ideas. Let's watch them grow into solutions for yesterday, today and tomorrow.
When you see the cycles that repeat themselves, you'll see the truth without the need of mass hypnosis/persuasion/agreement.
Art does not exist. Life imitates its self-reflective illusion.
If you can't take the subtle heat of satire, get out of the kitchen where they're cooking up a hot batch of humour that will sneak up on you and set your tongue afire.
And grown-ups, don't let immature kids play with matchmaking - they don't know the difference between joking around and bullying - somebody or something will burn.
Can you remember what happened today, 1000 years ago?
Ten steps/centuries forward and backward.
Using the moving boxcar average picked up along the way while analysing the flow of sewage through open channel pipe, one's perspective grows exponentially.
But first, one must decide what one uses as a mirror, for a comparison, to view a type of reverse image that resembles the us-.vs.-them attitude of many cliques/clubs/religions.
Rich vs. poor.
Civilised vs. barbarian.
Educated vs. ignorant.
Heaven vs. hell.
Is this type of comparison model valid?
These days, a good writer must be a scientist, philosopher, politician, sports enthusiast, oracle, pacifist, warmonger and everything in-between, all while writing at the speed of...
Well, that's the issue this blog entry questions: timeliness of information processing.
What if a writer wrote about 100 or 1000 years from now by writing about 1000 years ago?
Could you tell a difference?
What if you figured out there is no difference and never really has been?
Would you see that the figures you call omnipotent/omnipresent (you know, those images that represent that which cannot be truly named) have a sense of humour?
A system of beliefs for states of energy - what will be the underlying theme for the next serialised Internetically blogged novel/book/story journalised here?
Readers want to know.
People want to see themselves in this story that parallels the real world.
Give the people what they want.
All is all.
Cue the theme song...
Roll the opening credits...
Stock the store shelves with product tie-ins...
Convince game show writers to slip in subliminal messages...
Get the laugh track ready...
Using the moving boxcar average picked up along the way while analysing the flow of sewage through open channel pipe, one's perspective grows exponentially.
But first, one must decide what one uses as a mirror, for a comparison, to view a type of reverse image that resembles the us-.vs.-them attitude of many cliques/clubs/religions.
Rich vs. poor.
Civilised vs. barbarian.
Educated vs. ignorant.
Heaven vs. hell.
Is this type of comparison model valid?
These days, a good writer must be a scientist, philosopher, politician, sports enthusiast, oracle, pacifist, warmonger and everything in-between, all while writing at the speed of...
Well, that's the issue this blog entry questions: timeliness of information processing.
What if a writer wrote about 100 or 1000 years from now by writing about 1000 years ago?
Could you tell a difference?
What if you figured out there is no difference and never really has been?
Would you see that the figures you call omnipotent/omnipresent (you know, those images that represent that which cannot be truly named) have a sense of humour?
A system of beliefs for states of energy - what will be the underlying theme for the next serialised Internetically blogged novel/book/story journalised here?
Readers want to know.
People want to see themselves in this story that parallels the real world.
Give the people what they want.
All is all.
Cue the theme song...
Roll the opening credits...
Stock the store shelves with product tie-ins...
Convince game show writers to slip in subliminal messages...
Get the laugh track ready...
Two years later ==>
Meanwhile, back at the Ranch of Philosophical Theories...
If a theory fell a forest to make a bunch of books and nobody heard it hit the remainder table, did it make a sound?:
Apparently so:
If a theory fell a forest to make a bunch of books and nobody heard it hit the remainder table, did it make a sound?:
Biocentrism, or the "Me" generation tries to assert itself one more time
Apparently so:
http://twitter.com/BIOCENTRISM
Wednesday, January 12, 2011
Those were the days, my friend...
...I hope they never end:
Engineers having fun the old-fashioned way
Reduce Your Diet, Save The Planet?
Are a few fewer ounces of meat on the table worth a better future for your kids?
What does the world have to say?
Clutter -Trashy or Treasurable?
She walked into her daughter's bedroom.
The life history of a child stared back at her as if it had a life of its own.
Had much changed in three thousand years?
When were parents first required to keep their children at home until age 100? Her grandmother was a grandmother by that age. By accident, of course, but that can still happen.
Now that perpetual living is affordable for most average citizens, some experts predict that a typical childhood may last a few hundred years.
For the wealthy who've supported perpetual living methodology refinement for a couple of thousand years, reproduction is put off until adults have experienced their fourth or fifth childhood.
After reaching 100, her daughter insisted on stopping birthday parties in her honour. Instead, she held memorial services for ancestors who didn't have access to natural life-extending health benefits.
Today might be the day to push her daughter into a housing unit of her own.
But what would she do with the room?
How do you preserve childhood memories that are represented by inanimate objects?
The animated ones had already left to create memories for themselves, some living in species-neutral dormitory housing to learn alongside college students not privileged to give "birth" to new lifeforms in their childhood, like her daughter had, to get over the mothering instinct that crops up even in today's enlightened society.
Her daughter would have to adjust to a life without having a mother to run the household. At 500, it's time to find a companion with whom you'll select the genetic material to carry on your combined best learning/socialising methods.
Somewhere back on Earth her great-great-great-great-great grandfather was still alive and running a business empire he'd inherited a thousand years ago. Would he take in her daughter and teach her how to adjust to a life of her own?
The life history of a child stared back at her as if it had a life of its own.
Had much changed in three thousand years?
When were parents first required to keep their children at home until age 100? Her grandmother was a grandmother by that age. By accident, of course, but that can still happen.
Now that perpetual living is affordable for most average citizens, some experts predict that a typical childhood may last a few hundred years.
For the wealthy who've supported perpetual living methodology refinement for a couple of thousand years, reproduction is put off until adults have experienced their fourth or fifth childhood.
After reaching 100, her daughter insisted on stopping birthday parties in her honour. Instead, she held memorial services for ancestors who didn't have access to natural life-extending health benefits.
Today might be the day to push her daughter into a housing unit of her own.
But what would she do with the room?
How do you preserve childhood memories that are represented by inanimate objects?
The animated ones had already left to create memories for themselves, some living in species-neutral dormitory housing to learn alongside college students not privileged to give "birth" to new lifeforms in their childhood, like her daughter had, to get over the mothering instinct that crops up even in today's enlightened society.
Her daughter would have to adjust to a life without having a mother to run the household. At 500, it's time to find a companion with whom you'll select the genetic material to carry on your combined best learning/socialising methods.
Somewhere back on Earth her great-great-great-great-great grandfather was still alive and running a business empire he'd inherited a thousand years ago. Would he take in her daughter and teach her how to adjust to a life of her own?
The Arms To Bear Right
When a wave of conservative values sweeps through the global population, or while it does, the side lobes make for interesting storytelling.
You begin to ask if the producers of trashy television shows raise their children to watch the types of shows their parents get rich off of.
And the Redneck Mafia, all seven billion members sworn to act on the godfather's bidding, makes its presence known.
I, on the other hand, watch snowflakes in the wind-vs.-gravity dance.
Do you ever think of followers as plagiarisers of their leaders' vision/messages?
There are times when I remember my unique relationship with Monica, who introduced me to the recorded thoughts/utterances of Black Elk.
She and I haven't spoken to one another in years.
From her and my former brother in-law, Kevin, I learned it was all right to recognise one's ability to read the thought sets of others by observing their attempts to hide their intentions through their unusual [outside their normal range of] behaviours in the moment.
A Pakistani assassination leads to an American one which reflects the murderous behaviours in their neighbours south of the border.
Plagiarising copycats.
Little did I know my childhood romp through the organisation called Indian Guides would lead me here. Neither did my parents, as loving and patient as they are and I continue to thank them for being.
Analysing 200 years of books, magazines and newspapers reflects not the culture of the time but the invisible guiding hands of the owners/publishers, editors, proofreaders and writers who intended to and got published. An interesting image but a skewed one.
History says almost nothing about the silent majority who have no interest in being heard beyond their roles as members of their local extended family and friend network.
Even though/if they copy the behaviours of leaders whose intentions they can or cannot read but which we have a better idea about.
Does a popular/successful leader/author reflect more than charisma/zeitgeist?
Good question, worth pursuing.
Time to get back to looking at our world from the perspective of 1000 years from now. There's space to be explored!
Time for the space shuttle people to finish the last few launches. By now, it should be obvious who's worth keeping for developing whatever's next. The rest will have to take their last engineering/support welfare checks and move on to something else (I hear they're hiring in Asia if you don't want to be a burger flipper or store stocker/greeter here).
Reality is not judgmental but it can seem harsh at times. The creation and redistribution of global wealth is amoral even if you're not.
You begin to ask if the producers of trashy television shows raise their children to watch the types of shows their parents get rich off of.
And the Redneck Mafia, all seven billion members sworn to act on the godfather's bidding, makes its presence known.
I, on the other hand, watch snowflakes in the wind-vs.-gravity dance.
Do you ever think of followers as plagiarisers of their leaders' vision/messages?
There are times when I remember my unique relationship with Monica, who introduced me to the recorded thoughts/utterances of Black Elk.
She and I haven't spoken to one another in years.
From her and my former brother in-law, Kevin, I learned it was all right to recognise one's ability to read the thought sets of others by observing their attempts to hide their intentions through their unusual [outside their normal range of] behaviours in the moment.
A Pakistani assassination leads to an American one which reflects the murderous behaviours in their neighbours south of the border.
Plagiarising copycats.
Little did I know my childhood romp through the organisation called Indian Guides would lead me here. Neither did my parents, as loving and patient as they are and I continue to thank them for being.
Analysing 200 years of books, magazines and newspapers reflects not the culture of the time but the invisible guiding hands of the owners/publishers, editors, proofreaders and writers who intended to and got published. An interesting image but a skewed one.
History says almost nothing about the silent majority who have no interest in being heard beyond their roles as members of their local extended family and friend network.
Even though/if they copy the behaviours of leaders whose intentions they can or cannot read but which we have a better idea about.
Does a popular/successful leader/author reflect more than charisma/zeitgeist?
Good question, worth pursuing.
Time to get back to looking at our world from the perspective of 1000 years from now. There's space to be explored!
Time for the space shuttle people to finish the last few launches. By now, it should be obvious who's worth keeping for developing whatever's next. The rest will have to take their last engineering/support welfare checks and move on to something else (I hear they're hiring in Asia if you don't want to be a burger flipper or store stocker/greeter here).
Reality is not judgmental but it can seem harsh at times. The creation and redistribution of global wealth is amoral even if you're not.
Tuesday, January 11, 2011
Theory Testing
And so the last blog entry may verify the following:
Predisposition for Religion Can Spread Quickly
Churchgoers Live Longer
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