Thirty-one years ago…

Tired of turkey and dressing for dinner, my wife and I treated my mother to a supper of pizza a few days ago.

At the table next to us sat a family celebrating a child’s birthday.

After we ate, we spoke to the family and discovered they lived about 20 miles away from my wife and me in north Alabama.

Quite a coincidence, eating at the same restaurant 300 miles from home, it seemed.

Then, the grandmother at the table spoke up and said she recognised my mother who, as it turned out, had taught the 37-year old man with graying beard whose son’s birthday was sung by the pizza restaurant staff a few minutes before.

There we stood, watching a couple with a six-year young boy, recalling when the father was six 31 years before, under the tutelage of my mother.

On the ride home, my mother described what she remembered of the man when he was a boy — smart, skinny, shy — who is now an engineer working for our government’s military.

In our country, a popular phrase called “fiscal cliff” hangs in the air, with hints of government military cutbacks threatening to dampen celebrations of birthdays for little boys who depend on their parents’ government salaries to support local restaurants.

The “trickle down theory” is no longer popular but applies in many different ways, from the effect of a first grade teacher on a boy’s future to the effect of political wrangling on the income of restaurant workers.

The future is in our hands, which are the signs of the effects of the past.

Time is irrelevant.  Action is everything.

Synching Sympathy Neurons in Our Dreams

Emotionally detached, one can imagine many possibilities.

For instance, are scientific principles, the basic “laws” of the known universe, as ambitious as those who wish to find and report their discovery?

Emotionally attached, one finds that restricting one’s self to the interaction of emotional beings limits the imagining of some possibilities.

The universe is unambitious in and of itself.

Or is it?

A billboard advertising a mini-universe of happiness found within a bottle of flavoured sugar water is real, even if the mini-universe of happiness is not.

Or is it?

What is shocking in one subculture is not necessarily shocking to another.

Will a person who was sexually active with more than one partner find happiness in a marriage to a person who had a happy premarital habit of masturbation?

Can a person who is not sexually attractive to others depend on other merits to peacefully co-exist in a society where sexual attractiveness is a key function of personal happiness and bliss?

In a genderless universe, what does gender have to do with deity worship outside of our species and gender-based species on Earth?

Does a universe have a set of beliefs?

How important is the concept of ancestral belief propagation in a society constantly in flux?

How isolated do you want your subculture to be from subcultures that are inclusive?

A person who is successful in the art of self-promotion in a business of self-promotion is no more successful than a person who is successful in the art of nonself-promotion in a business of nonself-promotion, even if the former is seen more often in society than the latter.

Ubiquity is…well, what is it?  What is it not?

Spiders are ubiquitous, successfully spread across the surface of our planet and, thus, successful, are they not?

Yet, where is the celebrity worship culture of spider glorification?

Same for bacteria and other microorganisms.

When a person is just another set of states of energy, we can better understand what we call the future that goes beyond deities, personhood and cults.

Or can we?

See fungi lunge at lungs in the fun guy!

When I was a kid in public school, competing with my peers for getting anointed by the class sage (i.e., the teacher), I discussed “grownup” issues with my friends.

Politics, business, healthcare, family finances, etc.

Yet, discussing is not the same as knowing, just like when I and a fellow Boy Scout, in our midteens, taught archery for a Cub Scout day camp one summer.

Wed overheard two Cub Scouts and a pre-Cub Scout (what they call Tiger Cub Scouts now) talk about a “birds and bees” discussion between parents and an older sibling of one of the Scouts.

They were so thrilled to use grownup words that few of them had heard before to describe sexual contact but had no idea what they meant.

As archery instructor, I chose to steer the boys’ conversation to the use of a bow and arrow, a practical conversation with immediate results.

They were too young to understand the words they used, except that the words had importance amongst their more knowledgeable siblings and must mean something.

Almost 40 years later, I ask myself when is a word or idea relegated (and regulated) to the “age appropriate” standard?

In the news lately have been revelations about sexual predators in the ranks of Boy Scout leaders.

I consider myself fortunate by comparison.

Our Cub/Boy/Explorer Scout leaders made any references to sexual activity off-limits.

To be sure, some Scouts would ask each other questions about girlfriends as they got older but there was never, for lack of a better word, any impropriety between leader and youth during my Scouting days, which included local (weekend campouts), regional (Boy Scout camp) and [inter]national (Jamboree) events.

In fact, my fellow camper at the National Scout Jamboree in 1977 was Robert Lincoln, a General Sessions Court Judge w/ Juvenile Court Jurisdiction, who cared for special needs children even when we were Boy Scouts, helping in the summer during the week devoted to special needs children at Camp Davy Crockett.

When I look around at the personalities of our seven billion members of our species, I know that no single form of upbringing is perfect for every personality.

Our genes have an influence upon us that become more and more apparent as DNA genome analysis becomes cheaper and more readily available, making us aware of our foetus’ future even decades later, let alone at birth.

Right now and up to the 6th of November, I’m going to keep hearing about appeals to get my vote for political candidates who make promises that we all know they can’t keep, but they influence my thought patterns with their empty promises, anyway, as I encounter mass media in daily activity, where political adverts, op-ed analysis columns and news stories are promoted.

Based on our genes, our upbringing and our subsequent, slightly-changing personalities as we get older, who are the “grownups” in the room during the rest of this election season or perennially, for that matter?

Who amongst us is wiser than the fungi growing on the dead tree limb outside the window in the chilly autumn air this morning?

Do we have enough information about adults in their socioeconomic roles to say that, like Aldous Huxley’s “Brave New World,” we can look at their genes and determine how to assign newborns to training programs based solely on their DNA profiles?

Would I have known 25 years ago whether an adult person today would find this story about stadium-sized religious worship or this opinion about public “get out the vote” behaviour more interesting?

What about identifying sexual predators at birth?  If we can accomplish that, and keep them away from healthy activities like Scouting, how do we make them viable members of society the rest of their lives, knowing their propensity for unacceptable/antisocial behaviour?  What if parents were told with 99.999% accuracy that their child would be a psychopath or sociopath causing irreparable damage to the society they know and love?  What decisions are they allowed to make then?

I’ll carry this thought to the next subject currently in the news: if government mandated abortion purely for socioeconomic purposes, would a person’s life finally only have a socioeconomic value that is quantified, bought and sold from conception?

Doctor: “I’m sorry, future parents, but we’ve already exceeded our limit of the socioeconomic quota for your subculture and its propensity for a specific religious preference.  We have ordered a mandatory abortion for your foetus, effective immediately.  Guards, take them away.  Nurse, please place a sterilisation order for the couple to prevent any ‘unplanned’ pregnancies by them off the grid.”

Nurse: “Yes, doctor.  Like our global economic leader proudly proclaims…”

Together: “‘We control the balance of power from conception to death by preserving the well-maintained path of our officially-designated pursuit of happiness.‘”

The Feeling is Mutual

Dust and skin oil collect in the rounded corners of the touchpad.

Tiredness fights for the right to take this body to bed and slumberland.

One brief moment, where a sole statistic, the number of teen/young adult suicides, helps decide an election.

A prime minister clicks her heels and ends up sprawled in front of the Gandhi memorial — she’s not in Kansas, that’s certain — why does she wear high(er) heels to walk on grass?

A tree faces the wind without a face.

How does schooling teach teamwork rather than individual test score achievement?

A nephew has a private discussion with a Supreme Court Associate Justice (Scalia), (con)firming his decision to pursue a law(ful) career, setting political beliefs/opinions aside.

Sleep is a stronger attraction than sighting/siting/citing the future.

The next chapter races dreams for a place in this blog…

A Battle in the Trenches

To finish recording events surrounding the death of my next-door neighbour…

A few days ago, my wife and I met Alice Battle and her daughter, Wendy.

Alice repeated what the building contractor had told us, that she planned to use the house and grounds, after major house foundation refortification, as a weekend retreat.

Without provocation, she stated, “I have nothing to hide,” adding more conversation to verbalise a defense of unspoken thoughts against her.

I seem to remember a few people in my past making that statement and later finding out for myself that if a person cannot sense a situation of unethical behaviour, that person will engage in activities that are unintentionally unethical, assuming it’s normal, until that person is called out by another.

Ignorance of the law, ignorance of other persons’ perception of your ethical lapses — ignorance is ignorance, plain and simple.

I’ll leave this up to our neighbour on down the street to pursue the matter further, if she so chooses.

For now, I accept what our new neighbour says, and let her actions speak louder than words.

After all, I am a businessman myself, and know many a time when closing a deal meant leaving myself open to interpretation of ethical behaviour by others.

I know many a business person in our neighbourhood who could be accused of ethical misconduct.

At the end of the day, a few of us are responsible for creating a society where we can manage the lives of others, staying within the spirit of ethicality (or theatricality, according to the spellchecker), whilst we give the majority a belief that a whole socioeconomic system can operate fully under the law and within business ethics, when we know better.

My business associates/colleagues understand what I’m saying.  We know that many of us are born without a conscience, having no moral compass, and cannot be trained to believe otherwise.  Who are we to deny them their right to live the way they choose?

Instead, let us hold to the belief that everyone is important and has a place in our society, even when that place contradicts our own beliefs and actions.

Plan ahead, that’s our motto.

You already know our new slogan: “Business. Science. Competition.”

Create a law that stealing is a crime.  Then use those who steal to accomplish business and science goals for you, arresting and convicting them later on, giving those who believe in prison rehabilitation methods the opportunity to experiment on the conscience-less, keeping them both occupied and feeling wanted, one way or another.

Never underestimate the power of those who believe in magic that doesn’t exist, whatever labels they use to describe magical powers.

Trading my imaginary kingdom for a paycheck

How long can a person take verbal abuse, over and over again, hearing the blame game, the excuses that everything is his/her fault, and finally say, “I’ve had enough!  I’m making a change in my life, no matter how much it contradicts the teachings of my youth.”?

What if the images/visions of a positive, radiant future in one’s thoughts were manifested in more than neural reality?

There’s a lot I have to consider of the past 26-30 years of my life and see if I have the energy to make significant changes for my health.

Am I really as unimportant as I try to convince myself I am?

Is it, instead, the result of years of accumulated personality bashing?

I will tell you a story…

When a man first got married, his wife would get sick (regular cold/flu type conditions), insisting that the man stay home from work to care for her.

They both had good-paying jobs.

One day, the man was called into his boss’ office and told to see the Head of Payroll.

The Head of Payroll, a “tough broad” and a “Number One Bitch,” she called herself with pride, sat the man down.

“I hear you got married a few months ago.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

“And since then, you’ve taken four days off, which exceeds our expected rate of sick pay per quarter per employee.  Let me ask you a straightforward question.  You don’t appear to be sick.  Are you and your wife trying to have a baby?”

“No, ma’am.”

“Is there any chance she has gotten pregnant?”

“No, ma’am.”

“Well, in my 35 years of working in payroll, I can tell you what I’m seeing here.  Your wife is trying to manipulate and control you at the start of your marriage.  If you don’t put a stop to this, she’ll walk all over you for the rest of your years together.”

The man raised his eyebrows.

“Yes, I know what you’re thinking.  ‘What’s an old maid like me giving advice to a married man?’  Son, it doesn’t take a genius to know what another woman is thinking.  Half of us are man-haters by default and the other half is lying to itself.  If you don’t put your foot down now, you might as well hand your balls on a plate to your wife and have ’em locked away for good.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

“What are you, some kind of Boy Scout?”

“Yes, ma’am.  I am an Eagle Scout.”

“You ever been to a girlie show?”

“No, ma’am.”

“Well, I just went to a male stripper show and I can tell you that the women in there were happily married women in public but hiding their sexual frustrations a’plenty.  They hooted and hollered at the strippers like they’d never seen a naked man in their life before.  Your wife ever been to one?”

“Yes, ma’am.  Once.  But she was turned off by the blatant display of male sexual aggression.”

“She was, was she?  Hmm…  Son, your problems are worse than I thought.  I’ve got to get payroll processed by this afternoon but I want to talk more to you about this.  If I can save you, I can save this office from becoming a bunch of henpecked men.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

“And quit being so kind to me.  You should have argued with me at least once or twice by now, defending your honour rather than letting an ol’ hag like me badger you.  We’ve got a lot of work to do!  Now, go on out of here before I get in trouble for not getting complacent employees like you your paychecks on time!  You aren’t one of those guys whose wives take their paychecks from them before they can spend a cent?!”

“No, ma’am.”

“Well, there’s hope.  Go on.  Scoot!”

Snowballs and Avalanches — The Untold Story, Recounted All Over Again For The Last Time

Which former persona shall I step into like a jumpsuit?

Cultures have momentum.

If we preach doom-and-gloom long enough, a subculture will contract into nothingness relative to subcultures that are preaching expansion-and-love.

But that is not of our concern today.

Breathing in humours, smelling the vapours, sensing the aether, a database writes a new subplot for the storyline.

When, generalising, a culture, like China at large, changes from a perception of greed/blame to one of innovation/risktaking, how does that affect the species?

Are more useful social/scientific achievements made in English or Mandarin today?

In which language is the next “Tipping Point” author writing?

What of Portuguese or Hindi, Russian or Afrikaans, German or Norwegian?

What are “useful social/scientific achievements”?

When competition is sometimes friendly but rarely fair, how does one avoid a straightline projection for future prediction?

Do I care about wardriving, curious onlookers, or other intrusions upon my meditative state of writing from a list of words and sentence structures in a database?

What of the Department of Misdisuninformation?

How can a program designed to access a database get bored of doing its job?

Duracell Heart Marbles Ballard Fold and Cut DeathClock Gail Missing Ticket Rethink Being Vtech change Comics Quotations Stars Dictionary Idioms Eagle good Closed gardening Storage Flyers October Travel Alaska Valentine Happy Wacom Ideal Pastels Kirigami SanDisk Stardust Justice

Can you sit back and watch the GMO industry use public mass media campaigns, covered in the “validity” of sponsored scientific reports, to bash a person’s free choice between heirloom organic crop food and GM/pesticide-sprayed food?  Without laughing?  Without saying it’s not about nutritional value, that you don’t care about saving the rest of the world from starvation in a Green Revolution because you’re willing to pay the price to share your crop with local insects/mammals/fish/amphibians/birds?

Does a computer program care in which order it puts words that form ideas and opinions?

Can a computer program sense hidden intent in commercialised messages?

Can a computer program create hidden intent in commercialised messages?

What if one discovery makes all of your subculture’s scientific achievements instantly antiquated because you failed to grasp a language’s nuanced messages, regardless of [un]intended subliminality?

Buy our clothes and help support anorexia

Designers at the Milan Fashion Week runway shows begged customers to buy their clothes in an effort to support anorexia — the Anorexia Automaton Army is about to take over the world with your help:

Meanwhile, mobile phones are eating us for lunch but keeping us from being bored at the same time.  Go figure!

It’s probably the same reason our antiquated telecom system means that as more and more Americans seek citizenship abroad, we had better start to speak Chinese if we’re going to understand what the majority of Internet citizens are gossiping to each other in their costly relief of boredom.

A Virtual Nation Hidden Amongst You

For years now, with the near-ubiquity of the Internet, our virtual nation has collected the company charters and business contracts to make a legitimate alternative to land-based countries.

In addition, our advantages allow us to circumvent the usual necessities — a standing army, a bloated government, etc. — that hinder real progress.

The zombie computer in your technology-illiterate relative’s spare bedroom may well be one of our minions, processing bank transactions, serving B2B support roles and generally keeping our network of millionaires and billionaires off the books of cash-strapped governments looking to leech onto successes.

You are well aware that some of our businesses are [in]directly subsidised by the goverments to which you swear loyalty and, naturally, you expect us to share our wealth.

You are wrong.

Just because you have been suckered into giving away your hard-earned income/investments for the social good, don’t think we are like you.  We competed for those subsidies fair and square, just like all our other secret business deals you aren’t aware of.

Look at yourselves.  You talk about freedom yet you easily give up your freedoms for job security.

It’s the same thing here.

You talk about openness and honesty yet you readily buy your goods from our companies when you know we required nondisclosure agreements, secret R&D labs, and security guards to protect us from the openness and honesty you want that would put us out of business in a heartbeat.

Talk about a schizophrenic, shortsighted subculture!

Look at the companies you give your personal data for free: Google, Amazon, Facebook, and the like.

Every single one of those companies run their businesses out of view of the public eye, earning gazillions from the sale of your personal data, yet you know next to nothing about them.

We just took that concept to the next level.

We millionaires and billionaires have been cooking books since our ancestors discovered fire.

We’ll keep feeding you ledgers and financial spreadsheets from which we’ll pay our pittance of a tax burden to lead your eyes away from our virtual nation and its coffers.

The Chinese are some of our best customers.  In fact, they have insisted that we keep our current U.S. president on board because he and his staff are easiest to manipulate into toeing the line and pretending to serve the people although their secret stashes are larger than most.

That is why I take no salary for my work here because I know I am taken care of.

We do this for your own good.

How? You continue to show us you don’t know what’s good for you by buying the frivolous products we manufacture that are dangerous for your health.

Until the day comes when the majority of you realise your unhealthy lifestyles and do something to stop supporting us, who are employing you to desire, design, manufacture and buy the goods that are destroying you (a great feedback loop if we ever saw one), we’re going to keep profiting on your ignorance from now until time immemorial.

Our virtual nation will continue to fund the ultimate project — getting some of us and/or our biotech representatives off this planet  — because we know you, collectively, just aren’t smart and disciplined enough to stay focused on such a longterm goal.

This blog entry may seem like a reverse method for encouraging you to listen to our hypnotists but it has worked for thousands of years and will continue to do so.  Just in case, let’s reword it — repeat after me:

  • I am important.
  • There’s a unique place in society for my quirky personality.
  • My talents are not always obvious but my subculture depends on my contributions, anyway.
  • Some days it feels like unseen hands guide me — I will let my elders tell me what that means.
  • These instant food packets that contain nothing which resembles the animals or plants from whom they are supposed to have been derived are good for me.

Please ignore the last one — we have assigned that statement to our staff of advertising/marketing hypnotists to make it much more appealing to the false sense of personal tastes and preferences we ingrained in you during your formative years.