Branches Falling Off Trees

The two little birdfeeders in the backyard attract avian friends from all across the suburban landscape.

While I was verbally sketching out what the Book of the Future planned for our Martian expedition, a Committee member interrupted.

“Look, I understand the importance of longterm planning but we have a crisis on our hands.  While we look ahead decades from now, we have an uprising of people protesting against financial elites.  What’s to prevent them from declaring our Martian exploration project elitist?”

What can I say?  I’m both an adherent and opponent of technology dependence, like everyone else on the Committee.

“Well, [name removed], do you have a proposal or are you just whining to hear yourself heard?”

“Good point.  Actually, I do have an alternative.  Why don’t we show sympathy for the protesters, instead of arresting them, and offer them jobs they can’t refuse?  It always works in my line of business.”

“Ha ha.  Folks, what do you think?  Does [name removed] have a valid idea?”

A mix of grunts, nods, shakes and blank stares served as responses, depending on which Committee members were paying attention, tapping on their communication devices, using enhanced brain wave technology to converse with members of their subcommittees, or catching a quick nap.

= = =

In 2005, after a lot of “encouragement,” I formed a group we jokingly called Black Ops Network Services.  We have an official name I can’t share with you unless you have a serious death wish (and those who have a death wish, let me know – we want to channel your feelings/thoughts for a special experiment currently in progress).

In order to protect the group, we use the acronym of the joke name and go by BONS, which has a special meaning to our entrepreneur members.

And yes, we get plenty of ribbing, hearing jokes about our similarity to a fictional spy, such that a catchphrase has caught on, “BONS, not Bond.”  Also, “BONS, just BONS,” “‘Bond?’ ‘No, BONS,'” and some I won’t repeat hear here because of international censorship issues we’re negotiating to eliminate.

Members of BONS are found in all walks of life, most especially in such innocent places as nursing homes, retirement villages and independent/assisting living communities.

Take yesterday, for example.

I took my mother in-law to an Oktoberfest celebration at a local independent/assisting living community.  While a three-man polka band played popular music familiar to anyone who enjoyed the Lawrence Welk Show through the years, community members ate bratwurst, sauerkraut, boiled potatoes and apple strudel.  Some drank bier.  Some drank Pepsi.  Some drank wasser…err, I mean water.

I found a convenient place to sit against the wall next to my mother in-law and enjoy the scene.  A couple of the workers wore dirndl-like clothing and danced with those who were able and willing to attempt the polka or a facsimile thereof.

Most importantly, I was there to make contact with some retired professionals, a few who worked for the precursor to BONS.

You see, one never really retires from the business.

We may look retired or act retired but we’re always working our network connections to ensure the greater good is being served up to the end of our days.

= = =

In this morning’s Committee meeting, I reminded the members, after getting their full attention, that we have the means to influence the protesters, using their parents and peers who are connected to BONS or its predecessors.

The member who was involved in starting the worldwide riots asked us to give the member’s subcommittee an opportunity to recruit some more people before changing the direction of the protests radically.

We’ll reconvene tomorrow.

In the meantime, I’ve got to find out from my BONS team how many mentally active former members of BONS’ ancestors want to influence global affairs again, even if they don’t [know how to] use all the modern technological means that BONS has at its disposal.

= = =

A nod to the family, friends and coworkers of Steve Jobs, a prime example of a positive influence on others, if there ever was one.  Sometimes, the best way to change the flow of mainstream thinking is to build a viable alternative path using resources available to both mainstream and alternative thinkers.

Fau Vey

I haven’t played with a spaghetti-coated breadboard in a long time.

Amazing, those days I spent in my parents’ basement, looking at schematics and converting them into breadboarded computing systems, mainly with the RCA 1802 and Intel 8080/8085 CPUs.

In our day, switches, relays, light bulbs, and later, transistors, LEDs, “pots” (potentiometers) and other parts, mixing analog and digital signals for alarm systems, oscilloscopes, and finally, desktop-sized personal computers, occupied our idle teenage years.

These days, kids load up a GUI programming system and off they go.

We used to tune carburetors and exhaust systems by hand to improve our straightline and slalom speeds.  Now, they use chip programmers to tune hotrods for speed and fuel efficiency.

They’re even flying electric aeroplanes that can carry human-sized “cargo.”

What’s next?

Will preschool kids take online courses like these?

How does/can technology improve an event like Oktoberfest?

I homebrewed beer back in the mid 1990s.  What has technology done for the homebrew business?

Is the price for decreased demand in the marketplace simply higher unemployment?  And is unemployment the words we really want to use to describe those who aren’t tethered to the flow of labour credits we call wages?

I purposefully retired in 2007 so I could focus on what’s important to me.  Sure, that made me, an active member of the workforce at the age of 45, unemployed because I wasn’t relying on a steady stream of investment income to compensate for the cutoff of labour/salary/wage-based income.

However, unemployed does not equate to inactive.

I haven’t sat still for the past four-plus years.

I’ve written a bunch of books, blogged daily, consulted for a friend who wanted a formal test lab at his startup company, written business plans for potential startups, worked for the U.S. Census Bureau, donated blood, supported charities, aided my mother in-law and managed my investments that I haven’t yet tapped in order to build principal as much as possible before siphoning off dividends and interest in my old age.

I’ve also played with my childhood toys – electronic parts, books, RC planes, balsa wood models, hiking boots, electronic keyboards, computers.

All while staying in touch with my network of friends and associates.

Unemployment is a mindset.  Lack of a means of paying for the cost of living and maintaining a comfortable standard of living is a practicality.

Should we expect our fellow humans to support clean water, affordable food, personal privacy/property rights and a safe, crimefree society?

Very little of my life is magical.

Pretty much everything has a ready explanation or a line of reasoning with which I can pursue answers.

Like snapping connectors into a solderless breadboard.

Or managing a whole species.

Propose a solution, experiment with a prototype, roll out an alpha/beta version to eager testers, observe and report, make a golden version for private/commercial/public use and go on to the next question(s).

States of energy in flux.

Convincing young people to serve in professional, paid, military roles to protect us from ourselves, serving hidden purposes for the greater good, including clean water, affordable food, personal privacy/property rights and a safe, crimefree society.

If you don’t know what you’re doing, someone will tell you or convince you what you’re doing, usually to someone else’s benefit.

Those who accumulate wealth for the sake of personal power and wealth are vulnerable to the barbarians at the gate whose lack of basic amenities denies them a sense of decency.

Are you serving yourself or others?

Are your states of energy connected at the self, family, subcultural, cultural, planetary, solar system or universal level?

Are you more interested in inflating your ego or feeding and establishing the egos of those around you?

What am I going to do with these wires, electronic parts, Arduino and breadboard that’ll improve the longterm survival of our species within the solar system ecosystem?

Unemployed?  Not me.

I’m a set of states of energy in motion.

Fahrvergnügen!

After the Bridge Game

In the suburbs of middle-class America in the 1970s, adults gathered for bridge club games, serving hors d’oeuvres that showcased popular supermarket products and recipes of the time – crackers, soda, wine, cheese spreads, minisandwiches – while children played outside, downstairs, in their rooms or back at their homes while babysitted.

It was a special time.

Men and women reminisced about their college years – sorority socials, sock hops, late-night study sessions, sports injuries, choral performances.

Now, sitting in an independent/assisted living community with your peers, you recall both the college years and the ’70s reminiscing.

Your children, grownup with children (and grandchildren) of their own.

Computers, email, electronic social networks…words and phrases you’ve heard about on TV or read about in newspapers but otherwise completely unfamiliar to you.

Your time is free and yet paid for.

Still more comfortable with friends your age than being the “wise” [great]grandmother/aunt.

Social graces your specialty – polite discussions about sports, wishing all players a safe game, no extreme fan behaviour or rude demeanor; religious beliefs assumed, not worn on your sleeve like a badge; politics a personal decision, not an in-your-face confrontation.

In your day, this seemed to be the most common form of conversation.

Now, rudeness and crudeness prevail.  Headlines blast drug abuse, sex scandals and economic turmoil like a disease run out of control.

When did the least common denominator become most prevalent?

Why can’t we raise everyone up instead of putting people down?

Finally, you stop subscribing to newspapers, magazines and cable/satellite television.

Instead, you increase the number of weekly bridge club games and reminisce with people who understand your desire to live in simpler, quieter, kinder times.

A lifetime of experiences you share and compare, not preach to younger generations.

Staining My Bowling Shoes Red, White and Blue

The Committee’s weekly agenda is loaded down with minutiae.

For instance, what are the official colours of the Committee’s standard/shield/flag?  Should there be a symbol that represents the whole solar system at this point?  Would the planets in orbit suffice as a symbol set and, if so, should we have a side-on profile of the planets or a tilted plane with a snapshot of the planets’ position?  What point in time should the snapshot show? Are there official uniforms for our security personnel or is incognito our motto as well as our dress code?

One of our longterm agenda items is education.  We have allowed the wholescale random education of our children for thousands of years because we’re fully aware people will choose to use education for their own edification, accepting or rejecting what they’ve been taught.  Some (many) will waffle between accepting and rejecting – adding, subtracting, and modifying portions of their “programmed” thought sets at will, based on the mood of the crowd/mob/subcultures they expose themselves to.

In the Futures Lab, our construction expert is working with scientists to architect a building that is ready for robotic maintenance and repair, including HVAC, computing, communication and security systems.  We laughed when a simulation showed a building could be maintained much more efficiently if it didn’t have to be designed to accommodate humans.  We saved that simulation to show we humans may not always be as indispensable as we pretend to be to one another.

When you replace your invisible deity/deities with technology…well, we’ve read enough books and seen enough movies to know what can happen…we improve the manufacture of gods in our image until the gods become omniscient and can manufacture themselves in their own image, whatever that may be, most likely amoral and nonethical.

Lead, follow or get out of the way.

Does it make sense to get robots to grow and process food for us or keep using cheap, imported labour (and/or exported jobs)?

Does the downy woodpecker on the shagbark hickory tree outside the window care about anything I’m saying, especially words like singularity and future shock waves?  No.  That’s a lesson I always take back to the Committee – anthropocentric ideas and technologies are dwarfed by the random acts of universe.

Even the squirrel walking down the tree with a hickory nut in its mouth knows that much.

When you think big, think REALLY BIG.  Otherwise, we’re just bigger versions of squirrels and woodpeckers subject to randomness at the same scales/ranges our ancestors have faced for innumerable generations.

The Middle Class, Buddha, “Office Plankton,” and Educationalism

Great commentary of the day, from last week, that is:

The middle class, as the Buddha, chose a middle path, skillfully maneuvering between conformism and prison

Писатель Александр Генис — о том, почему современный «офисный планктон» должен завидовать своим родителям Writer Alexander Genis – about why the modern “office plankton” should be jealous of their parents

The middle class, as the Buddha, chose a middle path, skillfully maneuvering between conformism and prisonАлександр Генис Alexander Genis

— Образованщина, — вынес профессор приговор целой эпохе, и вся аудитория привычно пригорюнилась. – Smatterers – Professor sentence handed down an entire era, and the entire audience accustomed prigoryunilas.

Одних участников этой конференции я знал давно, других — лично, третьих — по имени. Some participants in this conference, I knew a long time, others – in person, the third – by name. Тем удивительнее, с какой готовностью все эти незаурядные люди, собравшиеся в редакции толстого и уважаемого журнала, согласились перечеркнуть молодость и признать за своим поколением вину, которую на него взвалило обидное прозвище. More surprising how readily all these extraordinary people who gathered in the wording of the large and respected magazine, have agreed to cross the youth and to recognize the guilt of their generation, which hoisted him to embarrassing nickname.

По-моему, такое можно объяснить только одним: властью термина. In my opinion, this can only be explained by one thing: the power of the term. Я ощутил ее на себе, когда перебрался в Америку. I felt it on myself, when he moved to America. Живя в стране, которую мы не задумываясь называли социалистической, я пребывал в слепой уверенности, что за океаном меня ждет то же самое, только наоборот. Living in a country that we do not hesitate to call a socialist, I was in a blind belief that the ocean is waiting for me the same thing, only in reverse. В моем словаре антитеза родному режиму называлась одним словом — капитализм. In my dictionary the antithesis of the native mode is called in one word – capitalism. И я употреблял его с легкой душой и без задних мыслей, пока меня не остановил мой друг и редактор на «Радио Свобода». And I used it with a light heart and without ulterior motives, until I stopped by my friend and editor at the “Radio Freedom”.

— Разве ты марксист? – Are you a Marxist? — спросил он, добравшись в моем скрипте до полемического абзаца. – He asked, reaching into my script to polemical paragraph.

— Как ты мог подумать! – How could you think! — обиделся я. – I was offended.

— Почему же ты делишь мир так, как это удобно им, а не тебе? – Why did you delish world as it is convenient to them and not you?

Я не нашелся что ответить, но с тех пор никогда не позволяю чужому термину отобрать мою реальность. I do not know what to answer, but since then never allow a stranger to the term away my reality. А ведь именно это сделал Солженицын, когда брезгливо вычеркнул из соотечественников целый класс, который мы бы сейчас назвали «средним» — несмотря на все оговорки, которых требовала трудная история, сумасшедшая власть и нетривиальная экономика. And that is exactly what Solzhenitsyn did, when struck with disgust from fellow entire class, which we would now call “middle” – Despite all the reservations, which require a difficult story, a crazy non-trivial power and economy. Ведь ничего среднего в этом «среднем классе» не было — ни в доходах, ни в образовании, ни в интересах, ни в выпивке. Indeed, nothing in the middle “middle class” was not – neither the income nor education, nor in the interests of, or in drink. Как все тогда, он был соткан из крайностей, противоречий и отличался невоздержанностью. Like all the time, it was woven from the excesses, contradictions, and different intemperance. Бедность тут компенсировали любознательностью, свободу заменяли дружбой, политику — самиздатом, заграницу — байдаркой, все остальное — водкой. Poverty then compensated for curiosity, freedom replaced by friendship, politics – samizdat, abroad – kayak, all the rest – vodka.

По Солженицыну, образованщину составлял тот слой образованных людей, который не разделял его религиозные и национальные взгляды. According to Solzhenitsyn, was smatterers the layer of educated people, who did not share his religious and national views. По мне, в нее входили папа с мамой плюс все, с кем они дружили. For me, it included mum and dad, plus all those with whom they were friends. Иногда их называли аббревиатурой «ИТР», и в этом было много правды, потому что от «инженерно-технических работников» обычно требовалось меньше мерзости, чем от гуманитариев, а интересы у них были те же. Sometimes called the acronym “TDI”, and there was a lot of truth, because of the “engineers” are usually required less filth than from the humanities, and the interests they were the same.

Сейчас уже забыли, а может, и не знали, что всему хорошему обычная советская жизнь обязана не властям и не диссидентам, а именно и только «образованщине». It is now forgotten, and maybe did not know what all the good normal life must not the Soviet authorities and the dissidents, but it is only “educationalism.” Они были подписчиками толстых журналов, в которых тлела общественная мысль. They have been subscribed literary journals, which smoldered social thought. Они знали наизусть все песни Окуджавы. They knew by heart all the songs of Okudzhava. Они боготворили Тарковского и понимали Феллини. They worshiped Tarkovsky and Fellini understood. Они раскупали миллионы умных книг. They bought up millions of smart books. Они придумывали анекдоты и шутили в КВН. They came up with anecdotes and jokes in the WHC. Они стояли ночами за билетами на Таганку. They stood there at night to get tickets to Taganka. Они распространяли самиздат, включая ту самую статью Солженицына, где их обвиняли в космополитизме, атеизме, трусости и бездуховности. They distributed samizdat, including the very same article by Solzhenitsyn, where they were accused of cosmopolitanism, atheism, cowardice, and lack of spirituality.

Сейчас кажется, что все это — пустяки, но тогда они ими не были. Now it seems that all of this – nothing, but then they do not have them. Средний класс, как Будда, выбирал средний путь, умело лавируя между конформизмом и тюрьмой. The middle class, as the Buddha, chose a middle path, skillfully maneuvering between conformism and a prison. Такой образ жизни требовал ума, жертв и совести. This way of life demanded of mind and conscience of the victims. Например, делать карьеру и избегать подлости. For example, a career and to avoid infamy. Отличать своих и терпеть чужих. Distinguish their own and other people suffer. Боготворить культуру и верить в ее искупительную силу. Worship culture and believe in its redemptive power.

В том мире многого не хватало — выборов, парламента, заграничного паспорта и всегда денег. In the world many things are not enough – the elections, parliament, passport and money always. Но было и много лишнего, больше всего — просвещения. But there was a lot of nonsense, most of all – education. Первый томик Мандельштама я обменял на двухнедельную зарплату пожарного — дороже стихов не бывает. The first volume of Mandelstam I traded in two week’s wages of fire – more poetry does not happen. Уже в Америке я познакомился с дамой, которая на пару с «Эрикой» заменила печатный станок. Even in America, I met a lady who for a couple of the “Erika” has replaced the printing press. Только «Собачье сердце» она перепечатала 200 раз. Only the “Heart of a Dog,” she reprinted 200 times.

Время «образованщины», как, собственно, и предсказывал Солженицын, кончилось. Time “educationalism” as, indeed, predicted Solzhenitsyn ended. Скептики полагают, что ее заменил «офисный планктон» — с узкими интересами и широкими возможностями. Skeptics believe that it replaced the “office plankton” – with narrow interests and great potential. Мне говорят, что они осторожны, потому что им есть что терять. I say they are careful because they have something to lose. Они не любознательны, потому что уже все видели. They are not curious, because I already saw everything. Они не рвутся за колею, потому что обходятся комфортом. They do not rush for the track, because the cost comfort.

Возможно, это и так, но я не берусь судить, чтобы не повторять прежних ошибок. Maybe so, but I do not presume to judge, not to repeat past mistakes. Мы не видим достижений своего времени, ибо их заслоняют его более наглядные пороки. We do not see the achievements of his time, because they hide it more obvious flaws.

У тех, кто живет сегодня, другой набор ценностей. For those who live today, a different set of values. Их труднее удивить и проще разочаровать. They are harder to surprise and disappoint easier. Они уже не живут на кухне, меньше пьют, не боятся границ, знают языки и ценят свободу, хотя бы виртуальную. They no longer live in the kitchen, drink less, are not afraid of borders, languages ​​and know the value freedom, even if virtual. Они слишком сильно отличаются от своих родителей, чтобы их понимать, не говоря уже — завидовать. They are too different from their parents to understand them, not to mention – envy. И все же каждый раз, когда заходит речь о том, что надежда любой страны — ее средний класс, стоит вспомнить, что он был и тогда, когда его назвали «образованщиной» и считали ошибкой. And yet every time it comes to that hope of any country – its middle class, it is worth remembering that it was and when it was called “educationalism” and considered an error.

The Game of Risk, Redux

Here we are, in the future.

As we’ve seen before, it was a corporation that established colonies on Mars.

How did we get there?

Easy.

First of all, the U.S. Congress demonstrated the U.S. had no international power of its own, anymore, conceding and bowing down to the megaconglomerates that disapproved of setting tariffs on Chinese goods in response to China’s lack of concrete effort to let the yuan/USD exchange rate reach its true fluctuating market value.

After all, we’re dealing with reality here.  There’s no grassroots movement strong enough to get millions of people to force Congressional candidates to sign unbreakable promises on this issue or risk not getting [re]elected.

Sure, we have the potential start of a massive uprising, starting as they often do, in small-scale protests on the East/West Coast, but is there enough spark to light the flames of a full-scale US Autumn to rival the Arab Spring?

What is your desire – a) trying to repair the system we have, avoiding an undeniable double-dip, or) b letting chaos seep into the system and cracking it apart, destabilising market prices – stocks, foods, bonds, property, fuel – causing waves of riots over multiple chronic issues?

I get bored at times but do I want economic war on my doorstep?

Does the Lost/Unemployed Generation have the wherewithal to stand its ground against City Hall?

Does the Generation-In-Power have the foresight to make corporate/government policy changes that benefit the people in every socioeconomic level?

Meanwhile, I’m envious of deaf people and those with whom they use sign language.  They can talk at the table with their mouths full and be fully understood.

And what about those Martian colonies if the U.S. Congress believes in the words of Old Hickory, Andrew Jackson, showing that banks/corporations aren’t fully in charge, and risks starting a trade war with pending legislation?

The supercomputer predicts that price increases (the aftereffect of tariffs/duties) would have a marginal effect on the global economy if the U.S. takes a unilateral approach on this issue, pushing China to increase exports to other countries interested in buying cheap goods, and encouraging the Obama administration to push harder for NAFTA-like status for countries like South Korea.

Pebbles in a pond – frequency/amplitude shifts.

Bottom line: The COTS equipment on Mars will simply have a different “country of origin” mix – everything is the same, everything is different, mass and energy are conserved, or are they?

 

Snakebite and Peppermint Patti

Thanks to Lynn at Aubrey’s for serving my wife a snakebite and me a Peppermint Patti pie.  Thanks to Patti Powell at Faith.

Congrats to Ireland in the Rugby World Cup – when economic hope is lost, there’s still hope on the field of play.

Thanks to Min at Another Broken Egg; Joshua and Nathan at Walmart.

Should Bob Costas replace Andy Rooney on 60 Minutes?

Several Hispanic-majority counties in Alabama and Georgia have seceded from same states, declaring their new territory Nuevo Jorge.  Rumours that Carlos Slim financed this political realignment have not been substantiated.  New Mexico Governor Martinez is said to be in negotiations to become territorial governor of Nuevo Jorge during its arduous application process for achieving statehood.  Israeli and Palestinian authorities have refused to comment until their territorial disputes are resolved.  Korean bloggers are debating any impact this has on their trade status (statuses? statii?) between China and the U.S.

Congrats to my rival secondary school’s marching band for performing at halftime during the battle between UTK and Buffalo; both college football teams showed flashes of perfection and much to build on.  A nod to the mother of Buffalo player #12 (Alex Dennison – tight end), and her kids – hope you had a safe trip home.

Need to update the news of the future from Mars, as well as instructions for managing international affairs – the storyline never rests!

Part of October’s Reading List

(as if lists can read):

Send up a red flag, it’s Black Flag

What’s a dilettante to do? Photograph everyday life every day?

Thanks to the great gals at Bubba’s – I behold beauty, yours and my wife’s.

Thanks to Steve(?) Jacobs, Vivian and Ryan at the Airport Hilton; the person driving and swerving, licence plate AZ21382; PETA, for their sense of humour, if not their tact – don’t forget to vote for best burger at bamabeef.org.

To the young people at the bar (“It took THREE hours to wash, not dry!”), best of luck in your lives – give deep meaning and true sympathy to others – we’re all better for the effort you put forth every day.

Congrats to one niece for her pregnancy.

Prayers to another niece for restoring confidence after an automobile smashup.

Congrats to one nephew for his thespian accomplishments.

A shoutout to Tara – patience is a virtue.

Me and my closest friends

Back in the lab, our hygiene product developers finally perfected the formula. After extensive testing, we are going to sell a salve which contains a microorganism mix that’ll balance the microbiome for specific parts of your body.

What shall we call this dream product that solves your skin imbalance problems? Facets? Transfirm? Fresh Start?

We call it liquid gold.