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Hindsight
Is civilisation history?
Is reality really hidden from view?
And finally, the future of scientific discoveries belongs to our youth, does it not?
Is it lunchtime, already?
Thought for the day
Pursuing the right to raze a structure that violates building codes and/or neighbourhood agreements. Charging the construction crew for the destruction costs.
The legal precedents were set long ago.
Builder beware.
If my network doesn’t get its share of protection money, then I can’t protect you from yourself.
Justice and fairness rarely meet.
Time for verbal slapstick humour.
How do I pray/meditate?
Are you a generalist and say, “([Favourite] Deity), provide loving support for the person(s) toward whom I direct your blessings right now.”?
A friend of mine told me that miracles occur because a group of his church friends got together and prayed heavily for a person serving in a war zone. The person survived an IED “attack,” which destroyed the vehicle and killed at least one other in the convoy, proving that prayers work because the person being prayed for was unscathed.
I don’t have evidence that others in the convoy received more or less praying for their safety and well-being but, even if I did have the evidence, I will let my friend keep his belief that prayer works.
Do your friends and family who do not own businesses understand the ramifications of their rumours and innuendos about people and/or their businesses?
How do I pray/meditate?
I look at the Great Unknown – God, Lord, He/She/It, Them – as a source of infinite wisdom that I can tap within my thoughts or from talking with friends/family about problems I want to resolve.
Dogma or ritual/ceremony that serve vain purposes cloud my solution-seeking.
In other words, everything is up for grabs.
If I cannot stop the adults around me from spreading rumours or complaining without caring about finding a viable solution, then I can at least prevent their attitudes and habits from affecting young people, hoping they won’t adopt the same unhelpful attitudes and habits, while, at the same time, I work with programmers to turn rumours and complaints into a source of data from which trends can be extracted and solutions provided.
It is, you see, a life of constant prayer/meditation for me.
Frequently, I find myself chasing my tail but if I’m happy in the moment, let it be so.
Life is not fair – how much do politicians owe their electorate to spread the wealth of those who have successfully built fortunes on predatory business practices?
Is it my responsibility to protect the rights of the easily manipulated, impulsive buyer?
In constant prayer/meditation, I ask myself, “If I don’t protect the species from itself, who will?”
How do I give strength to wanting to live without inflating the artificial sense of self?
What are the eternal/ perpetual/ unanswerable/ philosophical questions that need no further consideration?
While I think about living…
While I give my thoughts the freedom to roam, letting “wanting to live” gestate, I put some thoughts into the subject of writing a counterproposal to at&t’s ADSL/U-verse user agreement.
After all, it ‘s a two-way street.
The high-speed Internet user base of at&t has its own set of strengths, including rights as consumers to deny at&t the “demand” that 30 days is sufficient for bargaining with its customer base over what the customers will put up with as consumers.
The public has a right to know its options.
As a former ADSL CPE design center employee, I am capable of designating what is acceptable for users of high-speed Internet gateways, pipelines and software.
The legal folks at at&t showed their hand – it’s time to decide how high to raise the stakes.
As a business owner, I understand that the customer is key to financial success.
ETDBW – Easy To Do Business With.
Does at&t understand that concept?
Do I see how all this fits into the Big Picture?
Yes: setting expectations and exceeding them happily yet profitably for all concerned.
Intelligence is a matter of degrees?
From the monk who will not step on any living being (as opposed to not stepping at all because states of energy are everywhere) to the soldier shooting at a crowd of people on command (including friends and family who are marching in opposition to the government the soldier works for), can we define intelligence?
If there was one right way to live, I would dedicate myself to repurposing the desires and needs of every individual of my species.
Instead, I encourage people to seek their own life-affirming patterns of daily habits.
And if not that, then at least to consider the possibilities of what’s available to improve what may appear to them inadequate, inefficient or uncomfortable living conditions.
A potential buyer of material goods that provide sitting, eating and sleeping positions within a household has more choices than the buyer will probably ever think about.
Like they say, without advertising, nothing happens.
A buyer uses word-of-mouth and line-of-sight to create a list of furniture for future use.
Is that intelligence?
Is the buyer able to see the full, “360-degree” effect of purchasing and placing a new bed in the home?
Is an impulse purchase an intelligent decision?
Is there anything wise in the famous last words, “Hey! Watch this!”?
If there is no one pure path of living, is there one pure path of intelligent thinking?
Do you know how many of the seven billion of us are still nomadic wanderers grazing and eating what’s readily available?
How many of them are pliable and malleable enough to be taught to live a life that takes the species’ needs within the global ecosystem into account, especially when survival is more important to them in their local environment?
Day after day, I see how easily we manipulate whole subcultures and, like a stick in a stream, how I float from one eddy to another of flurries of superfluous activity because I allowed myself to imagine, create and follow a philosophy of “anything goes.”
I gave up getting what I want in order to see what’s going to happen next.
But that was when I believed I just didn’t want to die.
Now that I want to live, I have a whole new philosophy to consider.
But do I want to give up knowing what’s going to happen next and simply create it for myself, using the normal practice of manipulating subcultures, not completely for my sake, of course?
Although my life is very, very short (1 day of life is no different than 200 years of life but we can’t see that in our customary timeframe), I have time to view multiple thought threads that lead away from every moment, even if I am strongly attracted to a moment that helps me complete an assignment, for lack of a less lazy way to put it, for the betterment of our species.
Questioning possibilities is not the same as doubting what I’m doing (although I have no problem considering both when making decisions on y/our behalf).
Can a culture prevent individual impulse decisions that are detrimental to its existence?
Many have tried and failed.
Is it because the culture’s goals were inconsistent with improving the species on the individual and sub/cultural scales or was it because we are impulsive and still harbour nomadic/survival traits at all levels of living?
What is intelligent about living?
Do any states of energy have intelligence or is it only a matter of chemical/physical attraction repeating itself automatically?
How do I avoid the trappings of society – hoarding food, fame, wealth, etc. – while giving thought and action to the phrase “I want to live”?
Live! From Farmington, NY, it’s ‘Who Was A Previous Contestant?’ Night!
While walking to the end of a street to understand why two houses are built on the property at 514 Mohawk Road, trying to determine the covenant/neighbourhood agreement concerning construction projects, it occurred.
It?
Yes, it is what it is.
The awful, dreaded word that hangs in the back of the throat of any [North American] English teacher trying to convince students to think and write more creatively, succinctly and specifically.
Then the band nerd walked into the picture.
What is it about that image?
Thing?
No.
That?
No.
It?
Yes.
Semi-professional game show contestants.
It is a subclass all its own.
You don’t need a degree in geotechnical terminology.
The school of hard knocks or Imagineering will do.
I ought to know. My cousins, aunt and uncle starred on “The Family Feud” many moons ago.
Once you’re part of the system, you’re it.
The next big thing.
“IT” in bright lights at the top of the cinema marquee.
More important than a marquis.
Marked for life.
In front of the camera rather than the staff of anonymous faces behind it.
A mover and a shaker.
A veritable moviemaker.
From then on, you’re the big cheese, the rumble in the concrete jungle, the jingle singer, the single jangle, the bauble, the bangle and the face that inspires the candlestick lighter.
You ask Franklin Graham to produce the names of people he says are controlling your government’s leaders.
You ask, “Is this it?”
It is.
Must be, ’cause Putin’s in Serbia and W’s making the speaker circuit pay dividends.
It.
I. T.
Information technology?
Could be.
What’s next?
Bangladesh.
Bang the desk!
Have we diverted you long enough to complete a task under your nose so we can let you get back to the last news item that seemed so important at the time?
Yes, we have.
There’s always something else that’s it.
Of course, that’s it!
You didn’t think that iron ore mine would last forever, did you, Fe Maiden?
Every Lord of the Flies concedes defeat at the feet of the next ruthless leader.
We cheer for the power of the people but’s it’s the law of the jungle that rules us all.
Will your government ever balance the books or keep cooking them on a backburner?
Guess what – tag, you’re it!
Polly Nomial says, “Way to go, dude!”
Are men no longer necessary? Are women, and then humans in general, next?
United States of Europe?
An economic miracle united against what, exactly?
And, when exiting a living room inside a studio, où est la cuisine?
Using forums for humour-based blogs
Where do comedians get their source material?
Do you work the comedy club circuit and walk the local city’s streets during the day, read the city’s newspaper and pick up rumours from local noon talk shows?
I, for one, use online forums and user comments to poke fun at the anonymous angry poster.
You know the ones I’m talking about, who always have problems with problems but never offer solutions or insightful questions about current events, often repeating phrases they heard from popular radio/TV show hosts.
I wonder what these people look like.
Do they have regular lives?
Were they ever in management or owned their own [successful] companies?
Do they know how to lighten up, lay off, cool down or get a life?
Me, I like to have fun, get a laugh, blow off steam, be great at pretending to be great.
Do something off-the-wall like walk into a jewellery story, buy a $500 gold necklace, hand it to someone who returns to the store and finds out how much the store will buy back the necklace at current gold prices. $45? Wow! Does that mean jewellery store merchandise is overpriced or what?
A barrel full of fermented punchlines.
It’s all about the level of service.
A word to the world of complainers, nitpickers and naysayers. Yes, some of us are listening. And yes, we’re going to make fun of you because you don’t have one original innovative suggestion in your thoughts to make the world better.
Is the world better without you?
Oh, I won’t go that far. You probably have a loving lizard or pet turtle that can’t live without you.
That’s all for now.
Time to figure out what to do for dinner.
They tell me the person known as Elizabeth Taylor died today. I never met her so I assume that means I won’t see any more new cinematic presentations with her embodiment in them. The list of films in which she starred is more than ample to supply my interest in remembering her acting skills. “Taming of the Shrew” or “Who’s Afraid of Virginia Woolf?” but probably not “Cleopatra,” though it seems like it was entertaining enough when I saw it years ago.
Reminds me to watch “Where Eagles Dare” or “Anne of the Thousand Days” with Richard Burton. Or better yet, “The Lion in Winter” with Peter O’Toole.
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