We are…Marshall the 1% of the 1%. Where are you investing your investments?
Will Cuonzo Martin be a one-off or a longterm investment for UT men’s basketball? Can you fire a coach midseason in his first year, or…or do you think he’ll be the next Coach K and just needs some time?
When you let go of stereotypes, question the assertions of those who claim authoritative positions, and accept yourself for who you are (no matter how much the “you” is uniquely unaligned with the subculture and cultural influences around you), what do you have?
If you are simply the intersection of waveforms, does a “you” exist?
I can say my skin is aging because, although I lose lots of skin cells every day, there is a consistency, a continuity, that goes with the concept of a substance that loses its flexibility and thickness with time, showing flaws, defects and indications of previous incidents that do not go away and, in fact, lead to a partial deterioration of this somewhat hairy divide between myself and the rest of the universe.
Have you ever walked through your neighbourhood and surreptitiously collected the source points of wireless computing signals by wearing a backpack which hides an electronic data collector inside?
Are locks, firewalls and passwords a warning or a challenge to you (and sometimes both)?
Other than gravity, entropy and other currently immutable laws, to what do you owe your existence? Social rules, both overt and implied?
Are we all just the result of previous beings successfully reproducing themselves?
Do you have a well-trained habit of saying “a group of things is” or the grammatical slip of “a group of things are” in your literary repertoire?
Do you know who Dale Earnhardt, Jr, is? How about Dr. Grigori Perelman?
Can you ignore all labels and let waveforms pass through you without using a sieve or filter to interpret them?
Have you ever tasted organic chai tea? Do you know if such a word as “chai” exists and, if so, how it is normally pronounced or correctly spelled/written in its native language?
Do you take (swallow, inject, rub on, drop in, etc.) any prescribed medication and, if so, the etymology of the words that describe what you take?
Daily, I ask myself what I’m doing here, listening to the echoes of the labels that bounce against me from the nearest [sub]culture, restricting myself to the use of a few thousand words, punctuation marks and writing rules to record my place in the universe even though I don’t exist.
We are all disrupters in the flow of time. Condensed waveform intersections.
I do not exist. The Book of the Future, which does not exist, either, is a device which reflects waveform intersections that are bound to happen.
A tree cannot see itself as a book, a table or a pencil.
We do not see what we will become, only what we know we can become: intersecting, reflecting waveforms.
Did my red hair, or people’s comment about what red hair means, contribute to my fits of uncontrolled rage when I was a kid? Is it just me or, when I’m aggressively happy, I, as a male, want to have sex, not romance, to quench my thirst for aggressiveness?
I, this list of labels, am an ordinary guy whose skin shows the scars of UV radiation and entropy.
I have achieved all my dreams and goals. I am happy to live and ready to die. This “I” has no need of time or social recognitions/obligations. “To be” is sufficient to describe me now and in the not-now.
Happiness is a condition of intersecting waveforms, not a goal, or a journey, or an object.
The laws of nature and social rules define the temporary restricted waveform intersections that look like me here.
Remove the labels of “laws of nature” and “social rules” and there is no me.
Time to not be me away from this social phenomenon called a blog.
The meditation session is over.
What is Julia the Thanksgiving Girl or Jenn the rocket propulsion specialist doing right now?
What about John in the checkout line or Michelle in the deli at Publix?
Terrence or Mildred of Comcast, what does either one do on the weekend?
Or KK at Carson’s Grille?
Imagine a small fleet of crafts heading toward a distant habitable planet, sending and receiving reports along the journey, landing 1,000 years from now, funded by private individuals and companies on Earth that no longer exist in 3011.
What if government as we know it anywhere on Earth right now is no longer tenable in the near or distant future?
Would you trust the backers of a privately-funded, online voting or vote-matching system?
Shouldn’t our new system of cooperating with one another (what we commonly call politics or government) be more, not less, transparent?
Many business people are used to meeting in private, negotiating and signing nondisclosure agreements or other documents that prevent the average person on the street from seeing the details of average business transactions.
We call it competition, trade secrets, intellectual property and similar terms that ensure protection of privacy.
Government is that odd amalgam of public and private interfaces, where sole-source contracts and competing bids go up against marketing and advertisement campaigns.
If two ideas are competing against one another for limited resources, which of the ideas’ weak points or strengths is more important than the other’s?
I can talk about free, live, open source software (FLOSS) because there’s enough profitmaking available and excess resources for such a concept in small to medium markets.
What about on a global scale?
After all, a gaboodle of mobile phones contain Android, which contains a core, or kernel, of Linux code.
In our newly-connected global economy, which operates by and large as a supergossip network, where much of what we say to each other is superfluous but informational, we have created a citizenry that lives and loves outside the bounds of geographically-based political entities.
[Cue several paragraphs of historical comparisons to previous interconnected civilisations]
Are you interested in the status quo — government as it is and has been — or something new, something that develops from grassroot efforts, where we seamlessly become part of the Internet of Things, and transparency is commonplace but there’s room to respect the needs of profitmaking and intellectual/personal property rights?
I grew up playing board games called “Monopoly,” “Risk,” “Life,” and other cultural teaching tools centered on competition. I didn’t play boards games that directly taught cooperation. Instead, collusion of players ganging up on another was the indirect lesson I learned when one player was dominating and the others didn’t want that player to win.
It was in team sports and partner-based card games that I learned to cooperate with others in order to win against a respected opponent.
What are we teaching each other and our children about the future?
Someone told me Ol’ Peg Leg himself, Alex Trebek, was back at work, hobbling across TV theatre stages, but without his trusty parrot, Repeatedly, on his shoulder.
Canada should be proud, I’m sure, I imagine, possibly.
The Rod Gilmore Fan Club has issued its own set of paper dolls for him. I’m not sure what sartorial eloquence means but apparently his fans’ imaginations are wilder than a sports network’s ability to verify its morgue of information that clashes with its desire to become ever more profitable and pervasive (or should I say evasive?).
A rumour has it that Barney Frank will, as a last-ditch Congressional effort, launch an investigation into a sports network’s archives, in order to preserve journalism’s purity of investigative pursuit rather than pursuit of of the profit motive.
Like Jason Bateman’s observation of his mother’s maid, who carted furs to a storage unit that happened to catch on fire at an inconvenient time, the right Honourable Frank is alleged to have spies watching a sports network’s pages shredding and burning pages (but how do you shred and burn emails and voicemails? Hmm…) to preserve the appearance of innocence after the fact.
Flood a hard disk factory and watch the roaches come squirming out, looking for a bit of dry land and a byte to eat.
The title of this blog entry was going to be “It’s Raining, It’s Snowing, the Governor is Blowing,” but bygones are Bygones, a species of creature so vile that those who cough up bile because their gall bladders have no gall (mainly, the Gauls who are galling) can just barely feel what it’s like to have Bygone Days (a symptom dissimilar to migraine headaches) when Bygones, smaller than a speck of dust, are squirted into the air as soon as a person innocently, ignorantly picks up an item discarded by the person in front or beside, relieving the high-pressure of Bygone capsules, kinda like stepping on puff mushrooms or overstuffed ship containers exploding on the high seas.
This week, we cast aside appearances to the contrary and visit the Contrarian, an agrarian, not a librarian, with a brain so huge (in comparison to a flea’s) that autism is a natural state, rather than the exception to the norm. Speaking of which… Hey, Norm!
[Can you imagine being completely mental yet everyone you know and, most especially, those you don’t, call you Norm? Par for the coarse sandpaper, eh, you say?]
Have you ever been booed? Do you understand when your popularity was an illusion fostered by intimidation rather than admiration?
And lastly, don’t you love being part of the so-called One Percenters, with Ninety-Nine Luftballoons causing the next great war…sorry, with the remaining 99 percent of your species simply pawns doing your bidding — buying trinkets they don’t need, exchanging objects with planned obsolescence during a commercial orgy of a holiday — all for your profitable and viewing pleasure?
Ahhh-h-h-h-h…if one must be a particular set of states of energy, let it be this one, water dripping from the gutter and snow falling in the air on a late November day, with fellow citizens helping you pay your alleged tax burden and paying homage to civil [dis]obedience, where the military cannot hold you indefinitely outside of the protective, and nearly universal, laws of your land, where the current popular occupation, a member of Occupy [your locale], relives the Revival spirit of religious-toned gatherings and camp meetings of centuries past.
You know, the Bygone days, a golden era when everyone got itchy and excited due to Bygone infestations, wanting to jump and shout in unison with others, turning to the alpha members of the group, the leaders (often the driven or wannabe members of the One Percenters), to interpret the purpose of their feelings toward their medical afflictions and infections.
[Yes, this should have been called “Ode to a Bygone” but who’d’ve read it?]
Do you wonder about our fascination with the Roman god of war and agriculture, Mars?
When your descendants settle on the planet Mars, will they construct a monument to the mythological deity as a token of thanks for giving them a new home place to sprawl out upon?
After all, we’re prone to building edifices, one of the strange habits of our species.
In your locale, are there more monuments to peace or war? Is every edifice — skyscrapers, museums, or schools, for instance — a monument? Will the Arab Spring and Occupy movements have their own monuments one day?
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Thanks to Dr. Brooke Uptagrafft, Dr. Karen Lamb and many more, such as Shelby at K-Mart, Ben at Zaxby’s, and Buddy’s BBQ.
Time to catch up on thanking people but first, time to cheer for Tauren Poole to set a single game record before he leaves college for real life.
Those who’re gonna be thanked know who they are.
Overheard a guy ask folks sitting at a bar, “Who does Sandusky remind me of? [Silence] Well, I’ll tell you who…that character Peter Graves played in ‘Airplane.’ You know, he says, ‘You ever been in a cockpit before?’ The kid replies, ‘No sir, I’ve never been up in a plane before.’ He says, ‘You ever…seen a grown man naked?’ And, ‘Do you…like movies about gladiators?’ Makes you wonder about all them grown men chasing and tackling each other on the gridiron, doesn’t it? [No response] Well, okay, I’ll take $50 on Green Bay, you lousy wallflower drinkers!”
So who’ll be the first investigative reporter(s) who claim(s) to have had the scoop on the scandal in Happy Valley/Second Mile years ago but the editor/producer/network executive(s) killed the story because it was detrimental to college football and the superconference goals of network broadcasting?
Inquiring readers want to know…
Federal whistleblower protection is an option. Plus financial independence, if you’ve got it.
In other words, if we don’t flush out all the places/people who could’ve protected children, the U.S. looks like it puts commerce ahead of its children.
Put that into the supercomputer and see which entities/countries look better in the long run and thus will lead us into the 22nd Century.
Hmm…
Penn State Nittany Lions new motto: “We turn boys into over to men“.
JoePa, it’s time to go – your silvery image is quickly tarnishing.
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