Nonunreaffirmed Reflection

The delayed launch of one of the last cruisers of the U.S. space shuttle fleet.

Test flight of a commercial suborbital rocket plane.

Russia serving the ISS.

China preparing for an occupied station.

The elite status of having flown 100-plus kilometers from the surface of our home planet.

Where is a safe place to build a space elevator or similar mass transit system?

How do we build confidence that nonviolent dissent is healthy for political change?

Will I live to see upper middle class passengers sail around the Moon?

How do we proactively prevent the creation of a loose network of violent criminals that diverts the equivalent of trillions of dollars of non dual use development to pursue and perpetuate them?

Can we tell when an entrenched system is no longer viable for the majority, let alone any minorities?

Happiness is a state of being, not a pursuit.

Can people see that nationalistic patriotism naturally compartmentalises sub/cultural populations?

Borders are memes, symbols, labels, artificial constructs of territorialism – the modern concept of personal property rights, like animals marking their mating/feeding grounds.

For us, space is essentially an infinite set of possible mating/feeding grounds.

Tentativeness is not the same as carefulness.

Complicated is not the same as confident efficiency.

A solar-powered string of lights saves on electricity.

What’s the cheapest and not necessarily the most reliable method for launching our personal single-cell organism coloniser payload to the Moon or Mars?

If the organism contains your trademarked DNA sequence, could you claim individual ownership of that area you colonised without local/global government permission?

Seek forgiveness later.

Start your profitable offworld business first and dare them to come after your staked claim, costing them a whole lot more to stop you than it cost you to turn a profit deposited in your orbiting satellite memory bank they can’t regulate from down here.

It’s not your fault if Earthers are too old-fashioned to process the solar system currency you invented for exclusive members of the 100-Plus Kilometer Club.

My nonviolent plan to take over the solar system is moving forward smoothly, thanks to the ready participation of seven billion people operating under the assumption this planet is divided into imaginary political boundaries used to excite them into frenzied temporary diversions, while I empty their pockets full of short-term earned money for my long-term domination of their and their offspring’s lives.

Can’t wait until the slowly terraforming portions of Mars and the Moon are under my complete control, with travelers paying my network large chunks of their disposable income to get away from Earth, on holiday and/or until they die.

People’s Edition

“Did you try the the Curler burger?”

“Sure did.”

“Well, I’m originally from Illinois but my wife here is from South Carolina. Her daddy invented the Curler burger. He had an outdoor stand not far from the factory…I moved there because my company relocated me…anyway, he…”

“Excuse me. Do y’all want more to drink?”

“Yes, please.”

“Y’all want a cup to go?”

“Ya think she wants us to leave? It’s 1:45, fifteen minutes after closing.”

“No! Y’all stay as long as you want.”

“Just fill up my cup. I’ll sit here and drink it before we go.”

“About your father in-law?”

“The Curler burger was so popular, he always had a long line, ten to twenty deep, of people waitin’ to get one, even though they could’a eaten somewhere else closer to the factory. He finally opened up an inside place but it wasn’t nearly so popular.”

“Some people like to eat outdoors…”

“Like on a day like this?”

“So how did you all meet?”

“I worked at a plant for a soybean company, Continental Green…you ever heard of ’em?”

“No.”

“They were pretty big in mid-Illinois back then. Well, they relocated me to a new plant in South Carolina. That’s where I met her. Then I was relocated to Alabama and we retired here. She runs this place and has the Curler burger in memory of her father.”

“My husband was quite the catch.”

“I was a plant manager.”

“She’s still got that South Carolina lady’s charm.”

“Why, thank you, honey. The stories I could tell you…”

“We aren’t in a hurry if you’re not.”

“For starters, you know what’s the matter with today’s economy?”

“No.”

“You don’t? Well, I wish you did, ’cause here’s what I’d do…”

Just then, a fugitive from the law, Janous the Giant, walked in and shot up the place, taking a Curler burger with her on the way out as she emptied the cash register out of habit.

Plagiarism, Attributism or Avoidance

Gravity is grave, n’est pas?

Antique-sounding words like cancer and autism (similar to “consumption” and “hysteria”) fill conversations bouncing off the walled halls of community colleges.

Some days I am overloaded with the life stories of people around me.

Great researchers, scientists and writers die without my getting to hear their life stories in person.

Me, oh my oh.

I haven’t attended a local racetrack event with my father in a long time.

Instead, I make no money attending to the trends of our species.

I don’t know how much I observe or cause mass hypnosis, trying to avoid mass hysteria of any kind.

I am smarter than no one sourced crowd.

I am wiser than a mob conforming to the least common denominator.

Happy satire is my best friend.

I am tired of feeling vibrations in the air, into my feet, and passing through my body.

Today is a good day to forget what I know, letting trends trend, friendly or fiendly.

Today is my day, not going to worry about trying to make the whole world generally happy.

Today, your troubles are not my troubles.

The selfish me shines bright and clear.

Happy Birthday, Rick! Be me all I want today!

[Today was also Ayatollah Khomeini’s birthday. Who knew?]

Eat Your Porridge

A “fundraiser.”

That’s all it was?

The way of my species.

The only way.

One planet.

One word.

Smoke and mirrors, diversions in the fog of war.

But I have nothing to sell, no achievements to tout.

Everything I say here is used to say something elsewhere.

Voluntarily networking personal data.

But that’s all in the past.

Moments that were not mine.

And moments to be?

Finding the dot of a lone star tick is actually an IP stacked node.

Lyme disease is used as a mask for a tracer.

Weed out the weak.

Feel the pulse, the rhythm of nature.

Don’t say taxes are legal thievery because the statement classifies all those who work for or receive benefits from the government as accessories.

But in nature, crime does not exist.

Opportunity is sagaciousness.

Competitive intelligence.

Holding back on exposing falsities to observe the players’ reaction to obvious lies.

Let opponents twist facts into ludicrudity.

Watching governments turn stories, like the Stieg Larsson trilogy, into their version of reality.

Wondering how a performance artist was able to keep animal skin/fur/feather grafts alive and fully integrated with tattoos on the body.

14,246 days to go – the current 1,000-day project milestone on schedule with subtasks ahead of schedule, but not too much.

Next up: a redefinition of morality, removing many players from participating in the second 1,000-day block.

Some want to keep Obama in power to complete the semi-peaceful transition of all the countries of Africa and the Middle East into democratic-like states, which in turn will lead to the transformation of political entities yet to be named.

But what to do with Joe Biden, a very unlikely VP-turned-president in 2016?

Who really believes in terror alert status?

Instead, post signs on freeways like “Today’s chance of dying from a collision with a DWI driver is xx%” or “Did you know that you will be held responsible for your teenage child’s texting-while-driving killing of a family of five later today?”

At airports, post statistics that clearly point out the relatively tiny chance of dying or getting maimed in any way while flying, especially by your plane crashing.

Do you know how many people die annually from getting crushed by their garage doors?

Do you know how many people die annually from getting infected by dirty fingernail files?

Do you know someone who was killed by a falling coconut or a dull chainsaw blade?

The food in your refrigerator is more likely to kill you than a sleeping air traffic controller.

Ireland is more likely to unite than the new Canadian PM to have an effect on world politics.

How many people placed Putin, Jintao or Obama in their political positions, by vote and/or financial contribution?

What are the Brazilian and Indian leaders saying to each other right now through tediously obscure diplomatic channels?

Do people watch the NBA or NHL playoffs because they want to or because they think they should?

Are you inventing products that improve efficiency without relying on rare earth elements?

Those with a long view already have.

We’ll force the short view folks to use up their rare earth material but first we’ll box them out of the third 1,000-day milestone achievement.

Tick, tock.  I hear the chimes.

Time to say good afternoon to ya while I continue to play the ignorant fuel.

A tip of my hat to the last enemy combatant of WWI – may we learn a lesson from a pacified warrior!

Signature

Dots of white light reflect off domed water spotting tree leaves.

The hum of a heat pump and flapping of paper pinned to the wall indicate warm air flowing through ducted channels under the floor.

A minimalist going with the flow, following the past of least resistance for the simple pleasure of enjoying one’s thoughts.

A pair of thoughts – one’s carbon footprint and annual crop hectare usage – vie for attention.

Solar evacuated tubes give one a desire for relatively cheap “off the grid” independence, DIY, if necessary.

Then all one needs is a reliable source of water and food to claim freedom from social needs.

If that’s what one wants.

Economies of scale ignored for the fact of inexpensive, low disaster-prone land areas on which to live in many places around the world.

Quality of life more important than quantity/length of life.

Segue.

Having never received nor asked permission to live, one moves forward inch-by-inch, seeking balance in every moment rather than promising oneself there will always be a future moment to reconcile one’s brash actions in more youthful days.

Sad, but not depressed.

Begin.

Translating a blog into 16 languages not desired today.

Nobody knows who I am because I do not exist.

Free from agenda, one is and is not, free to stare at the woods with no movement except reaching to drink a cup of tea occasionally.

Purposeless.

Thoughtless.

Happy, but not exhilarated.

Almost absent of emotion altogether.

The perfect state.

Neither chased nor chasing, neither hurried nor held back.

Serenaded by a mechanical hum on a sunny day.

aum…zzz…amen

Orange background colour is a registered trademark

Woz is the wizard of Id…or is it, Superego?

Reminder to self: spend years planting ideas in spouse’s thoughts that a propane tank in the side yard is good insurance fueling gas-powered heat pump and oven/stove when electricity is unavailable in the unforeseeable future.

Memory helps.

Dual-use 3D maps – are you taking your government-backed project to the open market?