ECHO: [Your favourite deity] helps those who help themselves

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!

While…

While government leaders follow predescribed orders to incite crowds by rounding up citizens and applying cultural labels such as “disturbing the peace,” etc. …

While dominating military leaders, not kings, play chess on funny green spiders…

There is a sketch to finish here but, like the artist dissatisfied with a drawing from a particular perspective, I’m stopping here to start all over again in another sketch/blog entry.

Hint of things to come: preserving the copyright “fair use” rule/law while protecting the intellectual property rights of those following the rules of their cultural protectionist lawmakers/enforcers.

 

Spring Cleaning in the Fall

The set of states of energy that compose this blog entry is trying not to distinguish itself from the states of energy around it.

Although it has stories to tell, names and places to share, it is seeking anonymity in order to flush or wipe away imprints upon its states of energy called thoughts.

The everyday details of interface between sets of states of energy in the moment are neither here nor there.

None of what happens today, or in what other sets of states of energy call a day, will matter anytime soon.

Thus, chronological events, labels and other means of cataloging interaction between sets of states of energy or simply between two states of energy or the change of one state of energy, have no meaning.

Can one eliminate the last thought, that one is a set of states of energy, and understand what one is doing at the same time?  Must one understand that one is not one?

Every word in this blog entry has been repeated beyond reasonable measure by non-omniscient beings.

If no one state of energy is any better or worse than the other, then time is irrelevant and a set of states of energy can compute where all the nearby sets of states of energy will be and in what form at any point or slice of interaction states, including itself, regardless of its state of comprehensive “being” in that point or slice.

While other sets of states of being create simulations of subsets of sets of states of being (e.g., assembling a [super]computing device to mathematically calculate time-based sequences), this set of states of being (which is a set of states of energy) accepts that what is, is, and allows realtime projections to occur outside of time, place, and other overlaying labels, regardless of their effects on this set of states of energy which tries less and less to regard itself as distinct from background noise (in other words, considering any one of it states of energy no better or worse than any other state of energy outside its set of states of energy).

These words, these labels, give too much meaning to the process of releasing oneself from the concept of self and from the concept of self as a set of states of energy.

Thus, the absence of words will have to speak for themselves, even though speaking and self no longer have meaning, and absence is a state that no longer exists.

Silence.

Prospecting for humour

From my father, via email:

An old prospector shuffled into town leading an old tired mule. The old man headed straight for the only saloon to clear his parched throat.

He walked up and tied his old mule to the hitch rail.  As he stood there, brushing some of the dust from his face and clothes, a young gunslinger stepped out of the saloon with a gun in one hand and a bottle of whiskey in the other.

The young gunslinger looked at the old man and laughed, saying, “Hey old man, have you ever danced?”

The old man looked up at the gunslinger and said, “No, I never did dance.. never really wanted to.”

A crowd had gathered as the gunslinger grinned and said,  “Well, you old fool, you’re gonna dance now,” and started shooting at the old man’s feet.

The old prospector – not wanting to get a toe blown off – started hopping around like a flea on a hot skillet.  Everybody was laughing, fit to be tied.

When his last bullet had been fired, the young gunslinger, still laughing, holstered his gun and turned around to go back into the saloon.

The old man turned to his pack mule, pulled out a double-barrelled shotgun, and cocked both hammers.

The loud clicks carried clearly through the desert air.

The crowd stopped laughing immediately.

The young gunslinger heard the sounds too, and he turned around very slowly.  The silence was almost deafening.

The crowd watched as the young gunman stared at the old timer and the large gaping holes of those twin barrels.

The barrels of the shotgun never wavered in the old man’s hands, as he quietly said, “Son, have you ever licked a mule’s ass?”

The gunslinger swallowed hard and said, “No sir….. but… I’ve always wanted to.”

There are a few lessons for us all here:

Never be arrogant.

Don’t waste ammunition.

Whiskey makes you think you’re smarter than you are.

Always, always make sure you know who has the power.

Don’t mess with old men; they didn’t get old by being stupid.

I just love a story with a happy ending; don’t you?

Comments in your spam queue

As I settle back down, calm in the knowledge that my mother in-law is no more, I can clear my thoughts and look at the future again.

My network of hackers, business associates, colleagues, and the generally curious are ready for the supercomputer’s next predictions and the Book of the Future’s look back at this time period from a thousand years later.

One colleague wants my assessment of today’s gender/race relations in view of the far[fetched] future.

In some cases, it’s best to look at life from the perspective of smaller units – states of energy – rather than from artificial constructs upon which we perpetuate myths that feed and feed on themselves.

You know, labels.

I am repeating myself again, aren’t I?

Time to let social metaphors flow off me like oily Gulf of Mexico water off a drowning duck’s back.

Sinking, sinking, sinking…meditating…shedding current myths and [sub]urban legends.

Past the readily-available jokes, puns and punchlines that pop up like weeds all over my thought trails.

Does the myth that we descended from hunter-gatherers still hold up?

What is the difference between a person who has to have a unified theory of everything and a person who can live with conflicting theories?

With Berlusconi gone and Assad not too far behind, where will we get the money we need to build off-world way stations on our way into and out of the solar system?

What if someone like Spencer Bacchus had enough voters like him to keep him in office, despite national group efforts to oust him?  When is politics truly local or not?  Does a member of Congress have the right to exercise the freedom to trade on the open stock market, despite negative connotations/appearances?

What is freedom of the individual person and how does it compare to character assassination in the news?

Which is worse to you, the business group trying to badmouth government leaders or government leaders trying to badmouth the business group?

Can we lump the whole mess – business groups and government leaders – into a giant, stinking pile and agree that if it looks like a giant, stinking pile and smells like a giant, stinking pile, then it must be a giant, stinking pile?

Some days, if I could eliminate all seven billion of us and let Earth pick up the pieces, I would.

Instead, I’m determined to find a way for all of us, regardless of perceived social rank/hierarchy, to matter in the course of Earth’s historic move to push life into the cosmos.

In the near term, our species is Earth’s best hope to accomplish that task, despite our many shortcomings.

But first, the small matter of a so-called supercommittee that’s about as useful in cleaning up government waste as letting hungry foxes guard the proverbial henhouse.

Proverbial?  Perhaps?

Let the future begin.

Overheard

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!”

Owned? Pwned?

We are no longer free beings – we are robots beholden to the banking industry – a translation from today’s issue of Le Monde:

Goldman Sachs, the link between Mario Draghi, Mario Monti, and Lucas Papademos

LEMONDE.FR | 14.11.11 | 6:57 p.m. • Updated 14.11.11 | 7:16 p.m.

London correspondent – have in common Mario Draghi , Mario Monti , and Lucas Papademos ? The new president of the European Central Bank, the Chairman of the Board appointed the new Italian and Greek Prime Minister belong to varying degrees to the “Government Sachs” European. The U.S. investment bank has indeed woven in Europe a unique network of influence for ages sedimented through a dense network, such as underground public.

In any contest, you need a hierarchy. The first prize went to Mario Draghi, of course, vice-chairman of Goldman Sachs in Europe between 2002 and 2005. Named a partner, he is responsible “companies and sovereign.” In this way , one of the missions is to sell the financial product “swap” to cover a portion of sovereign debt, which helped make up the Greek accounts. Then Mario Monti, advisor International since 2005. Came third Lucas Papademos, who comes to be appointed prime minister of Greece, who was Governor of the Central Bank Hellenic between 1994 and 2002, who participated in this respect to the operation of faking accounts perpetrated by GS. The manager of the Greek debt is also a Petros Christodoulos , a former trader for the firm.

Two other trucks take the upper hand in the defenestration of the euro, Otmar Issing , former president of the Bundesbank and Jim O’Neill, the inventor of the concept of BRICS, the acronym for emerging markets with high potential growth (Brazil, Russia, India, China and South Africa). Former president of Goldman Sachs International where he remained a director, Irishman Peter Sutherland has played a key role in the rescue of Ireland. Finally, Paul Deighton , who spent 22 years at Goldman Sachs, is executive director of the organizing committee of the London Olympics in 2012. The red lantern because everyone knows that sport is like friendship standout.

Yet, beyond appearances, the network of influence that has made its power before or during the political turmoil in financial 2008 has lost its effectiveness. Indeed, the old accomplices maintained by the former senior central bankers mobilized to pull the strings appear to be less useful against politicians sensitive to the unpopularity of financial professionals held responsible for the crisis. Where Goldman Sachs could easily exert his talents, a series of cases – Greece, speculation against the Euro, the Abacus scandal which was involved the French goldmanien Tourre – put him back in the public.

The address book is useful but not sufficient by itself a complex and technical financial world and facing a new generation of industrial least steeped in respect for the establishment. The European managers set out to conquer the world have emancipated the Crusaders of high finance style Goldman Sachs. The quest for value of the shareholder, the requirements of transparency of accounts and the imperatives of foreign expansion blunt the “network effect”. Finally, become more demanding about the quality and independence of business consulting, European customers, but not limited to requiring compliance with a minimum of ethics.

And that’s where the rub about Goldman Sachs. Because the bank likes to put his men never let down the mask. That is why his henchmen hide this relationship when they give an interview or conduct an official mission (as was the case of Monti who has been entrusted in 2010 a study on the single European market by the President of the Commission, José Manuel Barroso).

Mario Draghi asserts that took office in 2002, it had nothing to see with makeup accounts Greek orchestrated two years earlier by the bank. And resigned in 2005, one year before Goldman Sachs sell a part of the “swap” in question to the National Bank of Greece, the first commercial bank in the country, headed by a former Goldmanien, Petros Christodoulos today head of the agency managing the Greek debt.

Marc Roche