More Unintended Consequences

From Ralph Nader’s suggestion for eliminating athletic scholarships to those who consider initiating an unprovoked attack on Libya is full cause for impeachment proceedings, the 1,000-year view will give you what you want, as always.

Herding cattle or herding our species, the Committee takes nothing personal.

Should the organisation of a government (which, remember, is little more than another form of business) be heavily weighted toward one branch or another?

Some of the next few decisions are not easy for me to make because they do affect me personally.

Leadership can be fun but changing the lives of others drastically against their wishes is not the part I consider to be fun.

Just like they told me, “We wish a third party candidate would win control to prove the system is greater than ideology.”

Seven billion views that differ except for the fact they belong to beings that all lived, no matter how their definition of normality can or can’t compare…

A personal journey I asked for and a personal journey I got, where I often don’t get what I wish for but always get what I basically need…

Tree leaves grow bigger every day as the ambient temperature generally increases.

Waves of denser air push water droplets to the ground gravitationally, flooding big creases and low-lying areas in the landscape.

14,286 days – where does the time go?

Oh well, just stay focused on saving the species and/or the ecosystem to which it belongs.

Having grown up in one dominant subculture and used to responding to the habits of those within that subculture is a curious phenomenon to observe while knowing that subculture nor any other is the best one for nurturing children.

Yet, it shares features with other successful childrearing subcultures that are worth preserving.

Features that are shared across species and with all living things, too.

Not to forget its relationship to states of energy.

Will we see our planet is a relay beacon before it’s too late?

I used to ask about how we keep theists, atheists, extraterrestrialists and everyone else happy in their beliefs while putting them to work on a big project that is neutral about human-based belief systems.

Then they put me in charge of the Committee so I would set aside conjecture and get busy with the task the Committee members saw was the most important of all the tasks assigned to us.

It’s really up to me how much I want to get involved in the local/regional a/political activities of my species now that I know how much/little those activities in/directly impact the task at hand.

The simple fact is the easiest to explain – every individual must be given a feeling of being involved in its life, which can include the feelings of being in control or out of control of one’s life.

We can force people’s beliefs in one direction or another or we can lead by example.

Some subcultures use thought police and some use peer pressure.

Some celebrate every ability to excel, regardless of gender, and some separate skill/talent development by gender.

I am 100% a member of my species, at least as much as we understand the composition that states of energy constitute.

I defend all our actions as the ways in which we define living, regardless of how little I can justify what many of us do.

In 2011, I am learning to identify the worldview that I built to justify my actions on a daily basis as well as learning that a universal view can include an absence of not only my species but life as we know it on this planet (it can also include a reconfiguration of what I think is a universe).

In 1,000 years, how will this 1-acre tract of land I call my own have changed?

It is no longer a part of undeveloped country or land on the edge of farm fields.  It is an established portion of the suburbanised landscape, evidence of increased population density by my species.

We build and rebuild and rebuild urban population centers, finding many ways to justify their existence – increased efficiency, the interconnected sets of idea generation, glorious architecture, etc.

We hypnotise and mesmerise ourselves with our cleverness.

As we attempt to find the next superbrain construction means that is sustainable, many parts (e.g., urban centers) have failed and more parts will fail.

Do we step out of this moment and into the future by admitting nothing is permanent and our structures should be put together on the assumption we’ll need to take them apart and recycle the components for the next round of temporary construction?

How can we convince all seven billion of us that life is sustainable engineering?

If my regional government, the state of Alabama, is too backward to recognise the need to set aside undeveloped land for the future of its citizens, should I care if its existence is temporary, and its leaders, no matter how filled with self-importance they may be while they pursue lucrative business relationships in their brief lifetimes, are quickly forgotten and their fortunes quickly dissolved because of their short-sightedness?

Whether we came from the cosmos, lightning striking ocean goo, or melding volcanic spew, we are here together.

Together, we make a difference.

The power of suggestion is a tool few use wisely.

That’s why I’m returning to my task of turning the planet into a relay beacon, letting the Committee, the programmers/scientists on retainer and other members of my team keep our species and our daily lives running on automatic, repeating cycles that intersect spirals they don’t remember seeing generations ago.

If I don’t keep us on schedule, who will?

If the FCC and regulators won’t put the consumer’s interest in the forefront of the at&t/T-mobile profit-making business megamerger, who will?

Steppin’ Razor

Dripping gutter drumming out a reggae beat.

Wondering why it takes so long to train one species to see clearly.

‘Tis what is – no need to worry.  Everything is gonna be all right.

A word of remembrance to Don Hill, pillar of his community and of his time.

Do we know the impact our outreach makes on those we never meet again?

In Gettysburg, “the enemy was defeated here.”  Defunct golf courses are put to rest.

Do you see strange bumps and places on your body/face that happen to coincide with tiny particles of radioactive material blowing across the globe?

What if we produced for you a conservative, compassionate, female U.S. presidential candidate who is one-third European*, one-third Native American* and one third Hispanic*?

[*Exact location of genetic heritage to be decided by polling and popular vote]

Would you accept a genetically-arranged test tube baby trained to understand all aspects of life, from haute couture to subsistence farming, who exhibits the perfect traits of a humble yet politically-savvy candidacy and will ensure that 7+ billion of us are given equal opportunities to succeed, however we wish to define the pinnacle of success for our capabilities, without taking from the selfish haves to feed the selfish have-nots?

What if we figured out a way to turn every member of the species into a caring, socially-aware, fully-assimilated being?

Well, let’s wake up from that dreamy scenario and look at real life.

Let’s look into vehicles with blacked-out windows.  Let’s examine the contents of rental trucks.

Let’s see what’s really going on.

And have fun in the process.

This blog entry brought to you by members of the Subcommittee On Compliance, Kickbacks, Irrigation, Toxicity, Terraforming, Oncology, Mememaking and Entertainment (SOCKITTOME).  “Iliad Dusk” just didn’t sound right.

Now, back to the game currently in progress.

Microsoft Windows Defender Defending Microsoft Windows

Doesn’t seem that long ago I was head of a DVT lab, heading to Microsoft to seek WHQL approval for an ADSL CPE device (i.e., high-speed Internet “modem”).

Now, after another evening of dance lessons (this time, by Joe at Kinesthetic Cue, afterward stopping at Quilters Combo (both located in Underground Madison (a/k/a the basement of Miller Plaza)), preceded by dinner at Schlotzsky’s and followed by shopping at Bed, Bath & Beyond, finishing at Target, I’m attempting to sync backwards in time.

Do I carefully consider what I expose myself to which echoes I end up hearing between the strong beats of social/advert contact?

Getting back to analysing the absence of knowledge to describe what’s not there, but is there, is there?

Letting go of dis/trust.

Pushing myself for no viable reason.  What is my motivation for increasing treatable high blood pressure?

Baby birds fall out of nests/trees all the time around the world.

What is the effect of a single show of “Marketplace” on NPR listeners, capitalists or not?

How many searches on google and baidu are exactly the same?

Why can’t I tell people what’s really going on?

But I am, aren’t I?

Play the doubtful fool so others can’t see the transparent apparition pulling the strings.

I still don’t know why I signed up for this gig when I thought all I wanted was to observe and report.

Absolute power is a dangerously delicious elixir but I have no excuses because my training from birth was preparation for this moment.

My doubt, reluctance and social anxiety are my shields against corruption.

It’s sometimes scary to realise how unprotected every one of the seven billion of us is but we have each other to love and console, no matter the situation that we feel we control but don’t.

Never assume the news headline is telling you what happened, because few reporters, journalists, producers or media owners are truly kept informed of what’s going on.

Even the Committee members play games with each other, although we can’t deceive any one of the 7.5 of us.

As a stockholder invested in U.S. companies (let’s assume the companies traditionally based corporate offices in the U.S. (ignore the facts for now)), are you interested in growing the U.S. economy?

While the E.U. stagnates, the U.S. grows slowly and BRIC is jumping, with Africa, Australia, the rest of Asia and South America doing okay, do you have a care in the world about the executive leader of the U.S. national political system?

Sitting here, looking at the interlaced patterns of circles and spiral, I know the symbolic difference gives the greatest meaning to the individual registered voter when, in fact, the system as a whole grows at its own organic, but not necessarily natural, rate, regardless of person in charge.

A big bowl of gelatin full of frozen fruit and nuts at a family picnic.

Floating in an ice chest, along with carbonated sodas, sparkling/still water and beer.

Kids yelling and screaming, chasing themselves and the family dog around the park.

Does it matter to you who’s in charge of Microsoft?

Do you want to know why we’re supporting regime change in north Africa and the Middle East?

Would you like to see who we’ve handpicked to win the 2012 U.S. Presidential election?

Do you have your finger on the pulse of potential unemployed youth revolt?

Do you know how to time news headlines like symphonic key changes?

The power of pure satirical sarcasm is blinding, deafening states of energy.

Humour is the strainer that separates the yolk from the egg and allows us to feed nutrients to the new breed of species you’re going to meet real soon.

You don’t know who I am.  You never will.

I am the creator of the alternate universe of a blog.

That’s all you need to know.

The rest you will see as history of the moment in which we lived together.

Be the hero and villain of your own life story – that’s all you need to know how to do, all you will ever be able to control.

I control the alternate universe which can be erased in the blink of a DSLR eye.

An ADSL CPE device becomes a gateway which begat a portable server which formed its own Internet of an AI being controlling its own universe.

Don’t be fooled by words like singularity.  We took care of that a long time, several civilisations, ago.

We told you symbols and labels are meaningless.  This universe is a matter of states of energy to us now.

Life is an archaic term.

Get used to the fact you won’t be able to keep up, and don’t worry – we’ve accounted for your pace of activity, the margin of error cancelling itself out across billions of parallel lives crossing each other through intersecting wavelengths impossible to measure in this universe’s lifetime.

All is all.

Time to see if my scriptwriters have the next comedy sketch to share with you – they’ve been a little slow in their output lately – I knew I should have checked their supply of prescription meds!

I Want To Live

I’ve decided to take off the clothes that represented the thought “I don’t want to die” and put on the clothes that represent the thought “I want to live.”

Saying “I don’t want to die” was, to me, as much about saying nothing as it was about saying I didn’t want offspring to carry on part of my genetic structure.

Saying “I want to live” is, to me, as much about saying nothing as it is about saying I want offspring to carry on part of my genetic structure.

Am I parroting parody or parodying parody?

Is my tie-dye fit to be tied?

Am I tired of hiding in suburban housing estates?

Does what I have in these thoughts that find their way past the physical barrier of skin stretched across the end of my fingers have any value that could/would/should support progeny in their unprotected infancy/youth?

Do I have the patience to put up with others’ ignorance?

I’m certainly tired of the life of the desk jockey crammed in with a bunch of other self-absorbed cubists.

What other hobbies/occupations provide a way for me to support myself?

After all, playing the stock market is about as exciting as filing my nails.

I simply have no burning desire for hordes of cash or cash equivalents.

My habit is live/observe/write.

Where does a habit like that fit in with the rest of the random socioeconomic interactions?

How do I wrap the pretend bow of ORIGINALITY around something that profits me and others in a future-enhancing method?

How do I maintain an interest in any one subject for very long?

Watch my alma mater go up and down the court…

…then…

watch the weather for a while.

Life goes on.

Does clothes dryer exhaust reveal the detergent you use?

By assuming the background of this canvas is the subculture in which I live/work, I present to readers, through their interpretive experiences or experiential interpretations, the idea that this background is an acceptable form of living.

Indeed, it is.

I can get in my car, waste petrol to drive 1 mile, walk into the big box store to buy replacement halogen T-bulbs so my wife can continue her scrapbooking after I return home and replace the burned out lightbulb in the back bedroom/scrapbooking supply room, grab a George Killian’s Irish Red beer, go back to typing and keep track of Bristol racing and NCAA hooping at the same time.

If I want.

When was the last time you played cricket?

Do you have the power to create thunderstorms and waves of lightning where it is seemingly impossible?

Do you keep a salt lick in the backyard in case your freezer supply is running short and you need some more wild game meat?

Have you ever wrestled and killed a whitetail deer with your bare hands?

As a vegetarian, do you know how many animals you’ve killed with your vehicle or by vehicles driven by people who support your lifestyle?  What did you and/or them do with the animals/meat?

Trying to get outside this set of states of energy to create originality is going to keep me fully occupied the rest of my life.

A nod to the guy with the Lockheed-Martin hat – I read your thoughts and they were very interesting.  I assume your poker playing days are over and the mask has been put away.

My roving eyes are on the move.

Time to figure out which set of emperour’s clothes to write about.

When you know the plans you’re developing/implementing involve something vaster than and outside the realm of influence of your solar system, what does any one of us matter anymore?

I recommend you no longer read this blog, if you exist at all.

What I’m going to type about next might make your ordinary plans far less interesting than they might have been had you given them any thought.

As far as the reason for enforcing the no-fly zone?  Well, the atrocities committed by Qaddafi’s family in the name of their personal megalomaniacal entertainment will be sufficiently documented in their spectacular trials before the court of the people by the people and for the people.

That’s the way it’s been and going to be.

Somebody’s always finding a way to revive the Spanish Inquisition.

Morality plays draw the biggest audiences, especially when we find ways to make them personal for everyone.  Were you associated with the Qaddafi family and if so, how much?

Do they still tie handkerchiefs over faces facing firing squads?

Cue the dramatic music and teaser trailer for the upcoming persecution of corrupt members of the old Libyan regime.

I’ve ordered my front-row seat.  Better hurry, executioners are promising a lot of screams and pleas for mercy.

Aah, repetition.  Pro-government forces out of favour once again.

Is a rope too good for Qaddafi?  I don’t see him (or his body double) hiding in an underground bunker.

You know that Hillary doesn’t negotiate, don’t you?

I hear they’re creating a new torture chamber – keel-hauling over razorbacks, it’s called.

Women in power – I told you 2010 was a good year for them.  Now they’re exercising their right to excise.

And you thought your government’s debt was going to be the death of you!

Merkel, you get a back row seat this time.  You had your chance and you blew it with Olde World diplomacy.

Championship Rings

On a solar scale.

I can’t help but think about the film “Akira” today.  I know many of you have.

I’m not a manga fan, picking the film up last year at a going-out-of-business sale by a local video rental store that lost out to the redbox business plan.

I may have heard of “Akira” once or twice before by some of my former employees who were into niche markets exemplified by Comic-Con, Dragon*Con, Trekkie conferences, offroad/4×4 events and ham radio swap fests.

Meanwhile, the Chargers savour another win while preparing for the next game.

I must decide about moments yet to be.

Is there a place for me in our socioeconomic system, either on the micro or macro scale?  Or both?

If I do not exist, does it matter what these states of energy do with themselves?

Although thoughts from many walks of life flow through me, I am a relatively simple guy.

Is there a place for simple in today’s economy?

“Noisemakers are not allowed,” the loud announcer said noisily over the PA system.  What?

To what am I sensitised today?  Usually, I feel a level of tension build up and then assign an event that serves as the relief valve.

All of us are motivated by something.

I think and I write.

Maybe it’s time to move from “I” to “i” to encourage movement along the path of absence of self.

Otherwise, vanity will get the best of me.

It’s easy to talk about states of energy being absent of good and evil when one has a solid sense of one’s comfortable set of moral and ethical boundaries provided by subcultural guidance and natural/genetic propensity of some sort.

I am a member of my species, not another, although i contain close to 100% of the same genetic material as many other combined states of energy we call separate species, whether they/we are directly codependent or indirectly tied to me through the global ecosystem.

Imagine the impossible and then make the impossible practical.

As my accountant said, there are many people with 100 patents in their names but few of them are earning a living off their inventions.

I hope Jennifer Hudson is not taking uppers or other “dietetic” supplements to push her weight down.

I before e, except after c.

Mixing formality informally.

Asking because i don’t know or need/want to know everything.

I forget what I told myself to do, repeating, repeating because I can’t remember I was once i before.

What’s next for me?

Is simply observing enough?

The universe is vaster than my readily-available thought set but it doesn’t stop me from adding new memories, neither punishing nor rewarding myself for recognising I’ve regained lost memories or lost them forever because I know these states of energy like to demonstrate the concepts of inertia and entropy for no other reason than to play a joke on themselves.

I fade away slowly.  i guess that’s simple enough for now.