Run the numbers and…

…for me, independence wins out.

I suppose I could create an infographic that shows how political systems connect to the average citizen – locally, regionally, nationally, globally – and, thus, why I should care who is or who isn’t in control of the flow of collected pools of citizens’ cash.

Or not.

But, bored with naysaying as a means of motivating the troops, I yawn.

I am just one body, after all, that’s going to live and die.

For that, I am truly happy, although momentary apathy varies the level of happiness.

I always knew this would happen – deciding to take on the whole planet as a simulation, a computer game, a what-if analysis – and then running out of new challenges to move me out of game-theory ennui.

I’m not the sort of person who has to compete against my fellow species’ members.  The system (the storyline) I created is so much greater than any of us that competition against one or many of us pales in comparison.

My imagination is free to roam wild, no matter where my body may actually be sitting – stuck in automobile/airplane traffic, slouched on the couch watching moving images on a shiny flat surface of living room furniture (i.e., the television), typing here, meditating during a walk in the woods.

While wealthy participants in the world economy game want to figure out how to motivate independent people to get back into the game of making the wealthy wealthier, I ask myself if full employment is a permanent illusion, a fantasy of previous times.

What if some of us are no longer interested in perpetuating old economic systems?  What if we no longer desire to prop up ravenous, greedy, gluttonous profiteers?  What if we’re willing to erase large sums of ill-gotten gains from the books of those trying to figure out how to “save” off-balance rigged accounting journals, no matter how much the journal keepers swear they followed GAAP rules?

I mean, as an average person on the street, does it matter if the rich (I’ll include myself here for the moment, to feel the pain) have 200x of their needs or 2x of their needs?

Does my independence depend on where these piles of imaginary cash reside and who’s protecting it?

Is my independence an illusion, too?  After all, somebody’s out there competing against Mother Nature to protect crops and livestock to sell against others in the marketplace for my convenient consumption to expand and expound, at my leisure, the marketplace of ideas.

After all is said and done, after complete knowledge of a macrosystem’s effect on microsystems, does my vote in upcoming elections count?

In other words, if economic power brokers are greater than individual (or the sum of all) political power brokers, what interest should I have in deciding the fate of those running for political office?

If we, the majority of the peasantry, don’t care what the feudal lords are doing, as long as we can get something to eat while tending our families, do we care what the lords are shouting at each other in pretending to care about us, knowing the system is greater than all of us?

At five, I realised the ideas in my head were greater than me.  Ever since then, I’ve played along with the adults in the room who pretended that they’re greater than the ideas in my head.

Forty-four years later, I still see the ideas are greater than any of us.

The greatest of these ideas: we advance life off this planet.

If we don’t, meaning everything else; that is, noise, interference, distraction – in other words, the rest of the system – won.

Which means we lost.

That’s why I don’t compete.

Ideas are independent.  They live and they die.

Just like me.

What Can Your Network Do For You?

The Committee…some days, those words send chills up my spine.  Or is it chinchillas?  I’m never sure.

Anyway, the Committee members are in the midst of a dispute.  Do they promote a person or idea to a large group of people (e.g., a particular candidate or party for U.S. President in 2012) or let the system fulfill its predetermined fuzzy math, neural network outcome, where the person with the biggest network of people with the best possible chance of improving overall conditions for our species within our solar system ecosystem wins?

PME magazine declares “Less Is More” on its cover, discussing single-pipe hydronic system that solves high-rise troubles.

Meanwhile, the 2010 “Gallery” at WSCC received a silver award for annual publications from Sigma Delta Chi, the Society of Professional Journalists.

Wallace Turman offers a “Bible story told through the Scripture Emphasis on Psalms 40 and demonstrated through clay on how the Potter, clay and the wheel relate to us.  This is a Great Learning Experience for the Whole Family [and he] can come to your Church or Business.”  For booking call Wallace at (256) 859-6517, (256) 658-1233 or email blackk59 [at] yahoo.com.

Finally, American Currents magazine offers the following observations about the mating habits of Warmouth, Lepomis gulosus:

“Both sexes, when courting, would approach another adult.  Only males were observed defending a territory.  Larger males were most successful at defending territories.  Only courting males would approach another fish with gills flared and attempt to lead a female to the nest site.  Females approaching the nest of a courting male would blanch with darkened eyes and move directly into the nest to engage in rock biting.  Brood care was performed only by males.  The paternal males frequently chased other fish off or away from the nest site.  Paternal investment ended once the larvae left the nest.

“Males and nests were acclimated over a period of one to several days prior to addition of females into the system.  This allowed time for males to establish territories and define hierarchy.

“The single male system with one or more females used a 150-litre (4-gallon) glass aquarium.  The male and nest were placed to one side of the tank and the following day conditioned female(s) were introduced and confined to the other side using a partition.  By day three, females were attempting to go through the partition, so the partition was removed and immediately the male began to court the females.  The partition was removed allowed the sexes to interact only when fishes could be monitored.  To keep the male receptive to ripe females, we eliminated parental obligations by removing the nest once eggs were hatched.  On several occasions, multiple, apparently, ripe females entered the nest and the males would abruptly stop courting.  The females would attempt to vent-rub even though the male’s courting has ceased.  Courtship and spawning would only occur successfully with a single female on the nest.  Several males that failed to construct and defend a nest site were removed.  Males observed to be reluctant to display courtship and spawning behaviours were replaced.

“A problem noted with this setup is that once females were removed, the male would often neglect parental duties and brood survival was greatly reduced.  Successful incubation required either leaving at least one female in the tank or removal of the nest for incubation in another tank [with adequate, artificial ventilation].  Males were often observed to be reluctant to spawn when they were the only male in the system; adding another male often promoted more intense courting, possibly because of competition between the males.

“The two-male system used a 454-l (120-gal) fiberglass raceway.  Males quickly feuded over the single nest and within an hour one male had become dominant and claimed the nest.  Conditioned females (n=7) were confined as a group to the smaller volume in the [tank].  At the beginning of the work day the partition was removed allowing the females to interact with the males over nests.  When the females were released, only the dominant male could defend a nest and successfully court the females.  The second male would attempt to defend a territory but was unable to court the females.

“Conditioning of the females was minimal and only required the females to be fed good amounts of food a couple weeks prior to spawning.  Courting behaviour includes a male swimming toward the females swaying his body while flaring his operculum then returning to his designated nest; this is repeated several times before a female responds by returning to the nest with the male.  Often times more than one female would enter a nest site.  During trials, as many as five females were observed in a single nest.  Males would refuse to spawn when more than two females were in a nest at one time.  So in order to induce spawning, several females had to be removed.  Three females were left in the raceway and within minutes a female returned to the nest.”

Sounds oddly familiar, like some people I know…

My wife wants me to mention the everyday miracle of life that occurs around us all the time (i.e., another example of Presbyterian predestination, she says).

Today, while sorting out clothes for her mother at the assisted living apartment, she had a few leftover clothes hanger, including a broken one which I proceeded to bend and turn into a giant thin moustache I could maybe use as a costume prop next month.  We left the apartment and I threw the bent wire into the backseat.  After seeing the dramatised true-to-life movie-of-the-week called “Moneyball,” we stopped to fill our automobile tank with petrol.  At the gas station, our favourite attendant there, Theresa, mentioned a fellow needed a coat hanger to jimmy the lock on his truck in which he locked his keys.  I carry a coat hanger in my car like almost never —  when I do, BOOM! lightning strikes and someone needs it.

The bigger your network, the better the chance of you experiencing and/or believing in everyday miracles, serendipitous or some such.  Perhaps, like Gandhi, your friends are setting up the infrastructure to make your life look more miraculous.  Same thing.

If=since, says Dr. Tom Lovell, referring to Philippians 2:1 (although 2:14 is much more poignant to me; accentuate the positive, no henpecking and no kicking or drawing lines in the sand), after preaching about 1:27.

Makes sense to me.

Is the universe for you or against you.  I choose to believe/accept it’s for me, even when the local environment feels/seems/looks hostile.  Why else am I here?

Thanks to the seaters and Sarah at Outback; William and Sabrina at Cheeburger, Cheeburger; Alyssa and Olivia at Rave; the many, many smiling faces at HarborChase; the bridge players and support staff at Brookdale Place; Elsie, William Hovik and others at Faith; Mel Strain of Mel’s Workshop; the soap maker who’s a friend of Tina Williams; the creators of the ext4 journaling file system.

Book Writing Begins

As I divide my personality into dozens in order to build scenes, to give depth and conflict and time for characters to grow, to learn about themselves while interacting socially, gracefully, awkwardly, the self walks Earth in limbo.

A woman brings her beautiful young child to an adult event and we are all transported back to moments in our early years, where every new sight and sound was a joy to behold, an uninhibited laugh to share with the whole universe.

One weekend, city streets are deserted for Oktoberfest.

The next weekend, Big Spring Jam attracts the crowd on autumnal equinox.

Couples sway in time with the music.  Or not in time, enjoying the simple moment together in imperfect dissyncopation.

Helicopters hang in the air and practice firing maneuvers in the dark.

Missile batteries are charged and employed.

The value of life, the definition of culture, of maturity, of health – relativity is general, if not subject to objects faster than the speed of light dancing Viennese waltzes.

Kelly with the curly red hair.

Dan bagging groceries in the checkout line.

We…there’s that word, defining “us,” not them, together, teaching, learning…we work and play as one.

One people, loving, fighting, birthing, killing.

A part of our planet and our solar system, trillions of states of energy within trillions and trillions more, spinning, bouncing, colliding, combining.

Ageless.

We are the listeners, musical instruments and conductors of the narrated soundtrack of our living screenplay, written and played back in realtime, of now.

No rehearsal, no editing.

Watching musical acts, computer games and physical theories come and go like tides.

In the postdisclosure world, we tell you lies and then explain later how we lied to you, all of us just happy to understand we share this narrative while playacting, some “winning,” some “losing,” all of us living and dying, regardless of a sense of fair play.

Being cruel and kind to each other at the right time.

At the wrong time, too.

Like lovers who don’t know how to dance but are willing to try, rhythm not the issue, togetherness is.

A do-bee looks at OOBE

Which of the following provides the better OOBE installation?:

  • Ubuntu Linux 11.10 Beta1, or…
  • Microsoft Windows [8] Developer Preview evaluation copy, build 8102

Good question.

NOTE: I write this blog entry under Internet Explorer v. 10.0.8102.0, pre-release.

Ubuntu Linux 11.10 provided a simplified desktop at startup, a la Apple OS X.

Microsoft Windows 8 provided a smartphone app look at startup (a/k/a Metro), a la Apple iPad/iPod.

Now, I’m not biased toward Ubuntu, Microsoft or Apple nor am I prejudiced against them.  All I want is a set of tools to get my job done, which is using technology to improve my quality of life.

The least obtrusive, the better.

The more intuitive, the better.

The lowest TCO (total cost of ownership), the best.

So far, there is no winner.

For simple text blogging, the Amazon Kindle 2 serves me well, allowing me to read books and blog with no monthly data plan costs.

The Windows 8 preview copy found my WiFi hardware and installed the appropriate driver, without my having to search the driver database (a knock against Ubuntu Linux 11.10, in this case).  Then again, this laptop was already preconfigured/approved fur Windows Vista (TM) Basic.

We’ll see how it goes.

I have Ubuntu Linux 11.10 on an 8GB external flash drive or SSD (solid state drive) (actually, two of them, an 8GB PNY and an 8GB SanDisk, to eliminate potential hardware incompatibility problems).

I have Microsoft Windows 8 on a blank 250GB internal hard drive I installed this morning in the laptop (a Compaq Presario C501NR notebook PC).

The Apple iPad and iPod touch, as well as the Amazon Kindle 2, have internal flash drives in their fixed hardware sets.

The Linux build had a few crashes.

The Windows build has displayed no crashes (so far), only security warnings about installing Java.

Back to my social network and the ongoing narrative the characters in my life have presented me to write about [you] here.

Thanks to Barbara and Amanda at Dreamland BBQ; Austin at PetSmart; people who find ways to employ autistic workers; the 5-year old who created a stop-action animated movie.

Is Lagarde your unofficial figurehead world leader?  In other words, how do representative, dictatorial and single-party governments select one person to rule them/us all?  It’s not a question, anymore.  It’s a done deal.  All hail your new overlord, the IMF.

The Committee will keep tabs on how this new one-world governorship is going and directly/overtly manage any extreme problems.  Otherwise, our invisible hands will be herding you on an everyday basis, as usual.

The Districts of the UN-IMF Club

“Ladies and gentlemen, and those of you who prefer no labels at all, welcome to the Nouveau Historic District of the UN-IMF Club.

“As you can see, this is the area of the world we used to call Italy.  We will visit here for a few days and then continue on to the Nouveau Original District of the UN-IMF Club, what we used to call Greece.

“Those of you who paid for the extra excursions will get free train passes to visit possible candidates for a district of the UN-IMF Club, including Portugal, Spain and Ireland.  After your visit, don’t forget to place your vote for which country you next want to join the Club.

“As Club members, you have equal access to government buildings, secret hideaways of the formerly rich-and-powerful, casinos, limousines, yachts and other playtoys that the UN-IMF Club acquired during the bankruptcy sales of those who ruled and/or bankrupted Italy and Greece.

“For souvenirs, take anything you like…furs, diamonds, rare paintings, sculptures or rugs…we will tell you the value of the goods before you leave and collect a reasonable export tax.

“Some of you have inquired about the main Ferrari factory.  We are sorry to announce that previous guests stripped the factory clean.  However, we can proudly say we made several hundred million pseudoEuros in export taxes.  Don’t forget, there are plenty of Fiats and a few Lamborghinis left!

“Is everyone ready?  Good!  Let us skip around the large refugee camp that surrounds the Vatican.  The beggars will only slow us down and prevent us from seeing many good souvenir-picking sites today.”

Nero fiddled while Rome burned, Berlusconi fiddled around while Italy fell

A member of the Committee has asked permission to allow the Chinese to launch their next spacecraft.  After running a few simulations on the supercomputer and doublechecking their combined scenario against the Book of the Future, I have no problem giving permission to the Chinese to proceed.

Today is foggy but sunny, for me, but not for a few whose sentence of death reached its end.

My wife and I have recently been debating the social cost-benefit of the death penalty.

I’ve known several murderers in my life and not one of them expressed to me the thought that the death penalty was a factor in their deciding to end another person’s life.

Thus, only my from personal experience can I say that the death penalty is not a deterrent.

Therefore, I simply conclude that the death penalty is a form of closure, a physical sign of final justice, for the murder victim’s family.

Yesterday was a prime example of this issue.

We debate the death penalty with passion (or ignore it, if we want), pouring our emotion-based belief systems into the discussion.

Regardless of the systems we use, mistakes will be made, creating unintended victims caught in the bureaucratic inertia of a system’s tendency to perpetuate itself.

A teenager commits suicide because of bullying.

Dozens die due to unenforced meat inspection regulations because people get comfortable with the status quo, skipping inspections to help their buddies increase production to look good to their bosses and create a happy community.

Would you be like the Amish and forgive those who trespass against you, even if in trespassing they slaughter many of your children?

Or would you seek revenge for a few thousand killed on 9/11/2001 and spend trillions of U.S. dollars in pursuing the trespassers and their leaders/followers?

Our belief systems differ from one another in ways you imagine.

Your idea of justice is yours and yours alone.

I agree that the death penalty is not a deterrent but I’ve seen firsthand the desire of victim’s families for justice that the death penalty delivers after many years of appeals.

Is the U.S. legal system perfect? No.

Try facing a jury of your peers sometime, when you know you’re not guilty of the crime(s) for which you’ve been accused.  Listen to the prosecutors and the defense attorneys argue about your involvement in the crime, especially when the facts and memories of witnesses are fuzzy.

I was a jury foreman once, listening carefully to the details, not paying attention to the emotionally-charged arguments of the attorneys for/against the defendant.

The details proved the defendant was not guilty but the jury wanted to put the defendant away because the prosecutor had mentioned the defendant had a few former convictions for minor crimes (but we were instructed by the judge to ignore the prosecutor’s cheap shot and illegal mention of former crimes).

Even though the defendant had recently turned his life around and started a lawn maintenance business, the jury didn’t care.  Once guilty, always guilty.

One jury member joked about the defendant’s beady eyes.

A jury mainly composed of housewives and farmers, with one office worker and myself (an engineering manager, at the time) determining the fate of a young man accused by drunk people in the dark of the night of committing a crime which he was physically unable to do.

I didn’t care if he was guilty or not guilty.  I didn’t know the defendant and probably never would have met him or his friends in his social circle.

“Just the facts, ma’am.”  I dealt with the details, asking the jury to look over the testimony one more time and see if they could figure out, like me and a couple of others, that one of the witnesses had slipped up and accidentally confessed to the crime (and for which he was arrested outside of the courtroom after his testimony).

Eventually, they did.

Without me, they wouldn’t have, sending a man to jail for a crime he didn’t commit, possibly joined later by the person who did.

I’ve rambled enough in my thought-spewed writing today.

“What we’ve got here is a failure to communicate.”  What does your society think about a person getting arrested.  What about you?  Do you automatically assume a person’s innocence or guilt when s/he’s being handcuffed and seated in the back of a police car?

Do police sometimes arrest the wrong person?  Yes.

Do prosecutors and defense attorneys try to stack a jury in their favour?  Absolutely.

If you ended up on a jury, would you ignore the defendant’s lifestyle choices, no matter how much they offend your sense of propriety?  Most likely not.

Will the death penalty keep guilty or innocent people from being killed, rightly or wrongly?  No.

Will the millions who’ve lost their livelihoods and homes ever get a sense of justice while Bernanke continues to prove he is powerless to help the U.S. (and thus the world) economy?  I’m afraid not.

As Becca Phillips said the other day when talking to me about one of her favourite stories and lesser known Bible verses*, life’s not fair.  An ax murderer can receive God’s grace on the deathbed just as easily as a person who’s been pious from birth.

What gives you hope and a feeling of being loved?

For some, it has to be only life imprisonment for a person convicted of murder.  For others, only the death penalty will do.  They’re both right.  And when it’s your murdered family member(s) for which you’re seeking justice, you get to make the call.

Otherwise, well…is it really any of our business in pointing out the unfairness of life?  Don’t we already know life is unfair, where leaders like Berlusconi get to screw around while their countries collapse and their people die of starvation by the tens and thousands?

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* Jonah 3:10-4:11, for those who are interested.