- Mandatory cremation
- Volunteer librarian
- Species lost, nothing gained
- Using the MIC in the right proper public context
And one more for the bonus round…
If I knew that our solar system was packed with living things (at least in the way we choose to define the term “living”), would I feel as compelled as I do to encourage us to devote xx.xx% of our resources toward populating the cosmos with living things from Earth?
The WordPress front page displayed a link to a blog entry titled, “Off the Couch and Into the Streets.” Rarely do I feel compelled to comment on a blog entry but I added one to Coleen’s:
Your blog entry popped up on the front page of WordPress, and the title “Off the couch and into the streets” caught my attention because I’m looking for a fun way to lose some extra weight. Thus, my expectations were different than you might have expected when you wrote this blog entry.
The Occupy [your locale] movement, Arab Spring, and any/all protestations against the common/established social structure are perennial, which usually fall under the label “counterculture.” I encourage you to feel and act differently, supporting your subcultural beliefs no matter how much you may feel crushed/oppressed by the common culture under which you live and socialise.
Having grown up during the 1960s global counterculture movement, my perspective, as a child at the tailend of the Baby Boomer generation, has taught and continues to teach me that those who protest will encourage others to act in less obvious, newsworthy manners, to effect longterm change.
I’m glad you have a job which gave you the flexibility and courage to join those who wanted to voice their displeasure with the current state of our common culture [one] day on the streets of Denver. Hopefully, through your job and with your friends, you can be the change you want to see today and into the future.
How do we express ourselves daily? In other words, do we carefully consider the words we use in social exchanges?
Saying I am the “99%” or I am the “1%” or any other label automatically establishes an artificial barrier.
Reminds me of taking the Myers-Briggs personality profile test as a requirement of working in a certain department at a company full of a variety of personality types, including conformists and nonconformists. After taking the test and, with another person who had gotten the same personality profile, saying that the test results were bogus, was informed that those who received that particular personality profile were prone to say the test results were bogus.
I feel the same way about the Occupy movement. The participants brag about how diverse and unlabelable they are — yet, they quickly chant about the “99%” and the “1%” without blinking a self-conscious inner eye.
Another commenter said, “It’s like telling a child “You just like to argue” and the child keeps saying “Nuh uh!”.” The same goes for those who are being labeled by the diverse Occupy movement participants.
To be frank, when I hear the Occupy movement chants through mass media soundbites, all I can think is, “Well, what if I’m one of the 1%? So what? Didn’t I earn my place in this financial position by saving (using the old adage of “pay yourself first”) and spending wisely? Sure, some of my Nike shoes or my wife’s Kathy Lee Gifford designer clothes were made using kids paid ‘slave wages’ but I stopped buying those items after I found out about their manufacturing sources. The University of Oregon and Stanford University, home to some students who have protested, didn’t refuse Phil Knight’s donations nor did the students refuse to attend those universities. Regis Philbin, a person apparently beloved by many, didn’t stop being Kathy Lee Gifford’s friend. I don’t have all the time in the world to investigate the raw material source and manufacturing location of every item I buy but will make reasonable changes when I find out. Some parts of me are just as susceptible to instant gratification and buyer remorse as anyone else in the 1% or 99% (i.e., all seven billion of us).”
That’s why using or not using labels is important to me. Also why I lump us all together into the label of “seven billion of us.” We’re in this thing as one. One planet, one global infrastructure, one solar ecosystem.
How do we train ourselves and one another to seek rewarding goals that limit destructive and detrimental effects on others, regardless of our entrenched differences?
This time of year, I look out the window and bare trees expose the view of row after row of shingled suburban rooftops.
The mortgage on my house has been paid off. The majority of mortgages for the rooftops out there are probably still being paid for.
Shall I blame or thank the finance/banking industry for suburban sprawl that makes my skin crawl?
Shall I adjust my view to show myself the people occupying those suburban boxes are paying taxes that support the roads that allow me to drive to unoccupied parks and forests set aside for my enjoyment via local/state/national proclamation and financial support?
If, as one person said, the rich have enough money to pay for half the population to control/kill the other half, where does that put me?
Well, I know where it puts where I want to be. I want to be one of the rich and when I get there, I don’t want to have to redistribute my wealth unnecessarily. I admit I like having the total population of my species at my control. I want to be Phil Knight and say, “Yeah, so what if my products have been made in sweat shops? My personally-directed donations are creating a whole new crop of those who will rule from the top”. If I’m going to be labeled as part of the 1%, I want to be Bill Gates, Carlos Slim, Pierre Omidyar or Vladimir Putin, not a homeless person as part of the poorest 1%.
Tiny leaves float through the air outside the window. A woodpecker hops up and down tree limbs, presumably looking for hidden insects to munch upon.
Both public and private money has given me the time to sit here and make these comments. It’ll take 100% of us to improve our conditions, if we so choose.
Yes, our global economy is not perfect and never will be perfect. It displays characteristics of both an open and a closed-loop system, subject to the advantages and disadvantages of each.
Can we show how unselfish we are and share our wealth, of knowledge and financial gains, accordingly, while some of us compete against each other in the chess game of life to make things better for our descendants?
Live happily in the fact that today’s 1% will not be tomorrow’s 1% nor will today’s 99% be tomorrow’s.
If you don’t like what’s going on, take the opportunity to change it. If you don’t like accumulating massive debt to pay for a college education, find a company that’ll hire you for your current skills/talents despite the lack of a diploma. I did. But I eventually got around to completing a bachelor’s degree just to prove I can (and got my company to foot the bill – hey, I wasn’t born yesterday – which set me up for a career ladder promotion that wasn’t interesting to me, but that’s another story).
Nothing is set in stone, except perhaps your date of death, and even that fades with time and exposure to the elements.
Think the members of the U.S. Congress who sit on a supercommittee can cut over $1T from the U.S. government budget and make everyone happy? Wanna make a bet?
If it was me, I’d spread the cuts proportionally to those who are expected NOT to vote in the next election. Hey, it’s only fair, is it not? The U.S. is a democratic republic where lawful citizens have the right to participate in electing legislative, executive and some judicial representatives. Those who choose not to participate, or vote, get less of the government pie to eat – isn’t that one of the tales we learned in kindergarten?
We’ll see what we see when the time comes…
Thanks to Chris at Mr. Electric for installing the transfer switch that’ll allow my family and me to take our household wiring off the local electric utility grid and power our home using a gas-powered generator, solar panels, biomass, wind turbine, etc.
While the world of our species boils and bubbles, it’s the little actions we take that make the biggest differences in the long-term.
The balance of power is constantly calibrated.
A mourning dove and a redtailed hawk vie for the warmest spot in the sunlight on this cool, midautumn day. One flies away and the other arrives on the same swinging tree branch in the afternoon breeze outside the window.
A metaphor for something, I’m sure.
Do you want to fail the mass media test via your own mass media company?
Image management, something not a single dust particle on Mars has a clue about. Do you?
Time to fill the hole in the garage where mice have chewed their way into the house. No more live play toys for our cats – sorry, guys!
Can you figure out how these two connect?:
Should Michael Bloomberg be cast in the remake of a movie that starred Paul Giamatti?
Do Italy and Greece matter when analysing the LHC test results?
When was the last time you paid attention to what’s going on in the Outback or Siberia?
Did you calculate the miniscule effect of YU55 on the orbits of Earth and the Moon?
7-Nov-2011
Am I the only one to notice that hearing aids have become fashion accessory statements?
Seems like when I was a kid, people wore “flesh” coloured hearing aids to hide them, and later in-ear filtered amplifiers to protect a person’s vanity.
These days, bright, neon-coloured contraptions sit in or over the ear with “skins” that depict a person’s favourite football team, racecar driver, musician or religion.
I even saw one that had tiny light-emitting fiber art fronds displaying a changing rainbow of little dots waving in the air like ear hairs on fire.
Another person had rigged a miniature LCD screen that turned incoming sounds into an infographic soundwave frequency “music video” dangling like an earring attached to the hearing aid.
Leave it to the Baby Boomers to make their health failings a positive experience.
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BTW, the supercomputer predicts one future where former religious opponents — Christian vs. Muslim, for instance — join forces to oppose the immoral/unethical wealthy elites. Actually, the prediction keeps popping up over and over in different scenarios, including urban-vs.-rural wars, suburban skirmishes, etc.
I’m not one of those survivalist types but the latest supercomputer musings sure make me think about clearing a space in the subbasement network wire closet for canned food and a comfortable cot for two.
Time for a leisurely walk in the woods to see what my nontalkative neighbours have to say about global warming and human warring factions.
According to the scientists chained to the wall tethered to our basement supercomputer, the nanobots we fed young seedlings resulted in mature plants disguised as home/business landscaping material that serve as organic networking nodes.
So far, only trees and large shrubs work well in the network.
I’ve coerced encouraged the scientists to include grass and indoor tropical plants in their nanobot networking research.
They’ll work on mulch next.
Good thing we’ve already figured out how to disguise carpet, hardwood flooring, sheetrock walls, paint, wallpaper, lighting and ceiling material as wireless communication networks.
We’re everywhere you do and don’t want to be seen — you’re famous and didn’t know it, in other word! 😉
More as it develops…
A tiny, nearly-transparent, flying insect landed on the window screen, its antennae/feelers flickering in the sunlight filtered through yellowing hickory tree leaves.
A paulownia tree blooms on the side of a mountain gap road.
The smell of a small dead animal – chipmunk? mouse? – wafts through the garage.
Brown leaves cover the back deck.
The cats wait for drops of a liquid vitamin-iron-mineral supplement to be placed on their Cornish Rex velveteen fur.
The midmorning quiet of Monday persists.
Dreamlike memories of screeching animals heard during a late-night snooze in the sunroom permeate.
The rhythm of articles, adjectives, nouns, subjects and verbs reverberate.
Life breaks down, decomposes, into component parts, compartmentalised.
Waiting, too, is an illusion – the universe never stops.
If the paying gig stereotypes your behaviour, do you keep renewing the contract despite personal objections?
Do we reinforce the behaviours of our subculture or spend time putting down the behaviours within other belief systems?
I no longer keep track of the number of times I’ve transferred hypnotising microorganisms in a handshake or hug.
Wavelength synchronisation is such a natural state of existence for me, I stopped counting the people with whom I’ve synchronised and passed along the messages that my subculture wants broadcasted.
Body language.
Does insecurity or overconfidence drive Berlusconi to brag about his sexual encounters?
When despots are no longer in power, does the will of the people exert itself through insecurity or overconfidence?
In which subculture(s) do the people believe and act?
In the Middle East, “Turkey” and “Egypt” are forming a new alliance as if those two words account for every subculture within the two, nearby but distinct, geographic regions. [A side thought asks myself “geographic or geographical?”]
Israel and Palestine are very close to becoming legitimate neighbours, sharing the status of countries and, like many political entities, a brewing mistrust of each other’s true long-term intentions.
What makes one person set up a website like http://www.barrelhouseboys.com to promote a book about historic events and others to turn their lives into a future bestselling autobiography in the making?
Do you remember the first time you told your significant other “I love you”? [What a difference “I love you?” would have made in that sentence.]
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These questions set up situations for colonists – on Mars, the Moon, an asteroid, and/or space schooner – to examine as they take root and spread their branches.
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Meanwhile, back in the R&D lab, my mad scientists have created a monster from microbes found living in the frozen Arctic.
One of the scientists, angry about spoiled food he bought at the supermarket and couldn’t get a refund for, wants to let the microbes loose in the frozen foods department, hoping for devastating economic impact on the supermarket.
Another wants to launch a probe loaded with microbes into near-Earth orbit that’ll circle the planet for a few months and then safely parachute back so she can study the microbes’ ability to survive in space.
I’ve asked my supercomputer programmers to estimate the microbes’ mutation paths over the next thousand or so generations, feeding some of them (the microbes AND the programmers) common material on the Moon and some of them common material on parts of Mars.
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My friends in the “drug lords” business ask me why they get such a bum rap. They provide protection and a living wage for their growers, processors and distributors. They’ve killed fewer people than the food manufacturers who’ve turned our species into obese diabetics. They prey on the weak, eliminating those who probably wouldn’t have contributed much to society, anyway. They should be rewarded for their efficient operations and beneficial economic impact. Instead, they’re punished worse than common criminals.
How do you argue with comments like that, especially when the drug lords have deposited large sums of money in anonymous offshore bank accounts to assure me of their legitimate accounting practices, insure my future retirement and ensure my loyalty?
Sure!
What are my seven billion friends for?
I don’t judge where you got or how you made your money, just that you give me enough money (or its purchasing power equivalent) to spread life in appropriate form outward from our home planet, Earth.
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Manage your innersubcultural practices well and leave the intrasubcultural interfacing to the so-called professionals. Professionals you can fire. Amateurs, like rowdy family members, are harder to get rid of.
Remember, after the cat’s out of the bag, you have more room in your sack for goods and services to use in the next moment – the cat can fend for itself.
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A friend showed me a line of adhesive bandages he’d invented that use body heat and motion to power a watch and changing colour display. He’s trying to convince his favourite comic book company’s executives to license their popular characters to appear as moving images on the bandages. In version 2.0, he hopes he can add sound, with characters speaking multiple languages, saying phrases like “You’re healing well, my friend” and “Your bravery makes you a hero in my book!”
How long before our bandages contain time-released microorganisms and medication, little bots and their tiny toolboxes repairing our bodies, enhancing our “natural” healing, removing scars and fighting off infections that our weak bodies can’t handle, detecting fatal conditions on the micro scale and alerting medical professionals before the fatal conditions become macroscopically pathological (or is that “pathologic”?).
Ping back to Dangerous Dave for his YouTube videos and promotion of the Moon over Three Caves Dance. Also, some of Dale Briggs’ footage, courtesy of Mohawk Canoes.
Well, it’s just what we feared all along. We came from space to begin with.
Therefore, we can end the space race – no need to go back to the beginning, just fight over the dwindling supplies on this scrapheap of a planet, call it a day, and stop wasting resources on narcissistic space exploration.
Return to my meditating on nature.
Zzzzz…
14,xxx days to go.
Entertain myself with some other projection of the universe.
Leave the madness of scrambling over one another trying to impress ourselves with technological development disease.
Stop hypnotising myself that the latest “must have” gadget is usually something no one needs.