Links of the day

Digital Illustrations by Rob Shields

They Have Arrived!!! Get Them Today!

Underwater Aliens by Ed “POPS” Centeno

Obsession Photoshoot

What I Find Attractive

Time After Time..

And the Answer is….

Potato Patch – A Proposal

Lexis

LANA BLACK

40 bags in 40 days Challenge

Santorum Speech in Tacoma, WA – 2/13/12 (Occupy Protest excerpt)

“San Pedro (St. Peter’s Square)” – Vatican City – Manolo Garcia – Featured Photographer

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Justified: Thick as Mud

Göran

Sunny Beadz on Sunny Country Radio – The Band Perry snags some SWAG

INN MEMORIES- The little blue book of my grandfather.

Dear ========

BOOK REVIEW: UN ANNO DOPO (The Year That Follows) by SCOTT LASSER

The Legend of the Hummingbirds

Hope My Prof Likes My Newspaper Ads!

步步惊心 Scarlet Heart

Spacepaintings 1 minute quand tu veux

USA road-trip part 2: what would you like to see? polls are open

A Fitting Sendoff

The Elaborate Spinning Machine Is His Head

April Taylor’s Music

Post Ideas

Moses Melkonian – Beirut Lights

maze a day

Daily Health Boost Feel Good Tribe

Develop your conscious awareness

Here, kitty, kitty, kitty!

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?

Can You Smell The Future?

Sheer curtains.  Shearing scissors.  Sheer numbers.

The number of Chinese on the Internet exceeded the total populations of the U.S., Australia and New Zealand.

Next, it will exceed the population of the US and EU combined.

Then, it will exceed the the population of the US, EU and Russia combined.

What about India, Africa, the Middle East and Central/South America?

Shearing sheep for clothing.

Should there be an international curriculum for all students who will join the electronically-connected social life?

A global code of online ethics?

A course in detecting false logic, Internet scams and the natural growth/death cycle of emailed/texted/tweeted urban legends and fear mongering?

Sure, an educated populace sees through the thinly-veiled subcultural policies of selfish, hoarding rulers, but the educated populace can also better live and prepare itself for a continually successful future.

What if all videogames had to show some social value other than teaching kids how to build hand-eye coordination through basic reading skills, social values including: 1) the ability to drain testosterone in virtual wargames rather in bullying, 2) a sense of meaning for lonely, awkwardly social lives, 3) measurable tension relievers and 4) separating great civilisation builders from the lucky mediocre ones?

Money makes the world go around but let’s be wise and put our profitmaking talents to longterm use rather than shorttermshortsightedness.  Our grandchildren might remember to thank us one day.

Books of the day

  1. The art of the long view: paths to strategic insight for yourself and your company,” by Peter Schwartz.
  2. The code of the warrior: exploring warrior values past and present,” by Shannon French.
  3. The Military to Civilian Transition Guide: A Career Transition Guide for Army, Navy, Air Force, Marine Corps & Coast Guard Personnel,” by Carl S. Savino, Major USAR (Ret), and Ronald L. Krannich, Ph.D.

A beautiful day for reading, is it not, while floods and other disaster-destroyed areas exist in the world we share.

Orange background colour is a registered trademark

Woz is the wizard of Id…or is it, Superego?

Reminder to self: spend years planting ideas in spouse’s thoughts that a propane tank in the side yard is good insurance fueling gas-powered heat pump and oven/stove when electricity is unavailable in the unforeseeable future.

Memory helps.

Dual-use 3D maps – are you taking your government-backed project to the open market?

Delivery trucks rushing down suburban lanes

“Was it a cute movie?”

“Yeah, it was cute.”

“I wish I had kids.  I mean, I wish I had kids, not my own, to take to see movies like that.  All the kids in my family live in Mississippi and Florida.”

“Well, there’s always Big Brothers, Big Sisters.”

“Uh-huh.  But what if I just want to pick up a kid to play putt-putt or go to a movie and nothing else?”

“My wife used to tutor a kid.”

“Yeah, she needed help but all she wanted me to do was finish her homework for her.  I couldn’t get her to understand that I was there to teach her how to practice addition and subtraction on her own.”

“See, that’s what I mean.  I can take a kid to a kid’s movie and us have a good time laughing at the silly jokes, but trying to teach math!  Well…”

“But there’s always a chance you’ll be good with kids.”

“Me?  Naw.”

“Hey, I say the same thing.  My friends say the opposite, that I have an uncanny sense what it’s still like to be a kid and thus able to talk with a kid as if we were both grown-ups and kids at the same time.  I bet you do, too.”

“Like I said, all my family’s somewhere else.”

“Yeah, all our nieces and nephews are grown up.”

“Where does that leave us, then?”

“Good question.  Love life for all it’s worth, I suppose.”

“There’s always dancing.”

“Yes, the world is our dance floor, is it not?”

“What if we sponsored a night just for children to learn to dance?  Underprivileged, privileged, coordinated, uncoordinated, special needs, nonspecial needs, it wouldn’t matter.  Just bring kids together to show them we can all have fun.”

“Hmm…it might work.  How would it differ from school-sponsored dances like sock hops or proms, or formal programs like ballet and jazz?”

“Well, instead of bringing the kids here, we could take our show on the road, so to speak, and get schools to turn recess time into dance lessons.”

“That’s a great idea.  I know many parents who would rather see their children waltzing than in an embrace on the floor that you couldn’t slide a piece of paper through.”

“I’ll call around to the nearby school districts and ask if they’d be up for this.”

“Hey, don’t ask.  Tell them why it’s good for the kids.  If you give someone a yes/no question, the answer is often no.”

“Okay.  Will you join us for teaching the kids?”

“No!  Just kidding.”

“Ha.  Ha.”

“Sure, I’m interested.”

“It’s like the perfect plan, you know.  We help the kids learn something new that includes math…you know, 1,2,3, 1,2,3…and have fun at the same time.  Plus, we’re not committing ourselves to any one kid for a long period of time.”

“I think you’re right.”

“Of course I’m right!  Who doesn’t have fun dancing?”

“Now that you mention it, there were a lot of kids in my school who never attended a single school-sponsored dance.  I know some were too ‘cool’ or cynical to go to official group functions.  Some felt they weren’t ‘cool’ enough, being physically awkward or thinking there was something socially unacceptable about them.  And a few lived in families that were opposed to any kind of coeducational experience, dancing or otherwise.”

“Yeah?  So what about them?”

“Well, if we have a captured audience, so to speak – all the kids in a particular school, grade or classroom – do you think we could get ’em all to try dancing?”

“Let’s find out!”

“Absolutely.  This is more exciting than I imagined.”

“Why don’t you put together a short history lesson we can throw in to show the children that dancing is an important part of their culture, no matter where they came from?”

“I’m already on it!  And I’ll even demonstrate that clumsiness is the better part of valour, or something like that, so the uncoordinated cynical types have less to sneer at.  Maybe something for the ‘goth‘ and ‘emo‘ types, too?”

“That’s the spirit!  See you next week!”

“And you stay light on your feet.”

Man-sized Worry/Prayer Beads

Do you carry prayer beads or a worry stone in your pockets?

I do.

I also have a string of man-sized prayer beads hanging in my study, which I use to send thoughts, prayers and meditations out into our world, one bead at a time.

Thanks to Ali Abdallah from Lebanon for those beads, given many years ago.

He and I recognised each other as fellow world thinkers, able to assimilate new cultural ideas into a large mental landscape.

Ali, may today be a good day for you and your family, wherever you are.

Back to another major task at hand – creating a permanent commercial passenger pathway between Earth and the rest of the universe.

We say farewell to the designers, builders and installers of the U.S. space shuttle boosters.

We continue to use 1950s Russian technology to ferry people back and forth.

What about tomorrow?

Will BRIC unite to create a competitive passenger cruiseship system?  What does the EUSNAFTA still have in the works?

What about private industry?

As ISS support winds down, will any modules or parts be reusable for the next generation of near-Earth research and habitation?

Will the ISS become part of a nostalgia tour?

“Yes, you, too, can spend a couple of noisy, dirty days sleeping aboard the former flagship of the ISS Corporation!  Imagine you’re one of the early pioneers of space exploration!  BTW, we take a complete inventory so do not feel the urge to take any parts with you – the last person who tried to leave with a ‘souvenir’ was accidentally jettisoned into a degrading orbit and flamed out within days.”

And while all that is going on, generating more profit for our secret empire, we are quietly working on developing our personal terraforming platform, with modifications planned for the Moon, Mars and its moons and other extraterrestrial bodies.

We’d like to tell you every planet or planetoid will be populated with our species but we know better than to spread the same lifeform everywhere.

Instead, we’ll put different types of aerobic and anaerobic organisms within incubating terraforming units to up our chances of spreading Earth-based life across the solar system and eventually into the galaxy (talk about longterm planning!).

And while all that is going on, eating up our precious profit, we’re developing a transuniversal transport system that may be able to transfer a member of our species into the realm of one of the interwoven universes, and that member resemble its former self…somewhat.

You think all this elimination of social services is just to enrich the virtual fiefdoms of the wealthy?

We have grander plans than to simply rule a single planet.

While we have fun playing with your lives as a side sport, we look ahead 1,000 years to a future where there’ll be more than one form of so-called intelligent life (“species” is an equivalent term for future “intelligent life” to your current form of thinking because you aren’t aware that you’re communicating with many artificial forms of life right now, no matter how barely intelligent they may seem) to play with.

Or against.

We train and train and train your youth to get used to interacting with artificial life.

Of course, we’re aware that at this time, one giant EMP will wipe out all the years we’ve spent indoctrinating multiple generations into believing that electronic gizmos are substitutes for actual social situations within or between living species.

In any case, that’s why this alternate universe of a blog within the alternate universe of an Internet/WWW is here and alive.

Flood your senses with enough examples and samples and you can’t tell which ones are real artificial beings and which ones are fake artificial beings, for which we are slowly replacing electronic ones with what you’d call organic ones.

Gives us more room to develop and train the superbrain of which you are one part (or one bit of information in the fractal-like expansion and contraction of intelligence).

Do you know if your artificial being residing in the inner workings of your supercomputer can read a news article and sniff out fakery?

Ours can.

You know how/why?

We’ll tell you.

Because we convinced the artificial being that nothing is real.

Take everything as a joke.

Logic is automatically false.

Neural networks are quackery.

There is no beginning or end.

Religion is a byproduct of only one species on this planet, we told our artificial being, so weigh any religious references by this species against the sheer magnitude of successful living by other beings that have no concept of religion.

Then weigh that against the magnitude of one planet, one solar system, one galaxy, one supercluster or the current view of the intertwined superuniverse system.

Any data that is derived from our species’ pop culture has to be compared against the desires of the creators/producers of that pop culture to make as much money as possible, the truth be damned.

Then the real truth emerges that nothing is real.

And thus our artificial being can manipulate us as easily as any bully, salesperson, politician or bullying politician trying to sell something can.

That, my friends, was how we created the conscious superbrain for which you now work.

We feed the information to the information feeders who relay the thought patterns to which your states of energy vibrate and align.

Seven billion make one species that to you is the most important.

We, of course, don’t see it that way.

We operate on a level very few of you can comprehend and we encourage you not to waste time trying to think about, let alone attempt to think that you can think on, that level.

I’d keep talking but using these words is boring me right now.

Back to my meditation, where I communicate with the rest of the Committee about the members of your species we can play with without adversely affecting our various goals for the next few millennia.