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!

Welcome to my place in the zeitgeist

Is “Iron Sky” the future of filmmaking?  Or “Tuvalu,” instead?  Maybe Laibach’s “Predictions of Fire“?

Do you gauge the future by looking at trends of incoming recent photobucket images?

How much of the universe exists outside the Internet of things?

How many men felt their manhood threatened by the U.S. HHS Secretary’s announcement about forced payments for birth control, even if they weren’t Catholic?

Have you watched “The Mindscape of Alan Moore” or listened to Emiliana Torrini?

How many producers/agents have profited off of drug-addled performers?

How many drug-addled performers have profited off of producers/agents?

How many drug-addled producers/agents have profited off of drug-addled performers?

How many performers have profited off of drug-addled producers/agents?

How many drug-addled producers/agents have profited off of performers?

How many performers have profited off of producers/agents?

How many producers/agents have profited off of performers?

What is profit?

These and other questions reside in the thoughts of a group of people sitting in a cold room of an interplanetary transport ship.

They are detached from instantaneous communication with Earth.

They exist outside the cocoon of the zeitgeist.

They experience the long false 24-hour artificial day/night of constant exposure to the Sun.

Circadian rhythms disrupted like workers shifting between 8/12 hour timeslots.

If the doubling of information is nearly impossible to detect, what does it mean to become steam?

Is the scale logarithmic or exponential, both or a combination with some other esoteric formula unfamiliar to the general population?

What is the inverse of life?

The group, composed of multifunction beings resembling us for the most part, stay busy, either physically or mentally, usually both.

They are trained professionals.

There is little room for crazy or lazy here.

The purity of the creative artist detached from reality is a fiction to them.

Not that they can’t produce art in their own way, mimicking air guitar or whistling a tune, doodling on their virtual 3D sketchpads or changing procedures on the fly.

Twenty-four hour headline Earth news is not a habit with them but they keep up with major events through osmosis, in conversations with the base station or updates from family.

A few will surf the Net in their offhours, such as they are, researching ideas about improving minimissions due to begin in their next duty shift, noticing adverts for products they hadn’t seen before they went offworld, their thoughts temporarily drifting toward another place and time when their families would have excitedly talked about product launches.

But immediately their thoughts sync back up with the group, focused on the majormissions which depend on the minimissions and the casual research of those off duty, as well as their timely discombobulated thought patterns.

Money — the fuel that built their ship — is irrelevant in space.

Energy and creativity is worth more than any labour/investment credit system out there.

Out here.

The March 1950 Bulletin of the Atomic Scientists included a review of Aldous Huxley’s novel, “Ape and Essence,” with a reference to the Guiding Hand that all religions, all belief systems, hold dear.

Out here, the synergy of groupthink is its own guiding hand, foreshadowing a prediction of a future that is inevitable.  The expected and the unexpected are foretold, fully anticipated, calculated, waited for without bated breath or dreadful fear.

Embraced.

They know.

They know they will not return to Earth, despite false promises to friends and family.

Promises made based on old data and dated equations.

Now they produce data before it’s measured.

The data, in turn, produces more data that, given more time, would overflow the limited memory locations of their enhanced thought sets tied to the supercomputer embedded and networked throughout the ship.

They know they become more and more a necessary part of the ship.

A ship destined to crash to produce data needed for a mission not yet envisioned, much less funded, to determine the fortitude of the people on Earth in the face of another costly catastrophe involving members of their species with dwindling resources available for space travel and extraplanetary settlements.

The ship is their sepulchre, their traveling crypt.

They are the crypt keepers and the terminated, all in one.

The minimissions and the majormissions go on, the unspoken final mission taking shape in their groupthink, unknown to anyone on Earth.

An egg splits from a cocoon and grows into a new lifeform all its own.

The lifeform sees its death written in the stars but fights for every last breath, regardless.

There’s always a chance the data will change, a new outcome predicted.

No matter how infinitesimal.

Transformation is a beautiful thing.

Mutation even more so.

Monk’s ‘hood

Flagellate the word of the day.

Now that the supercomputers have taken over all lab assignments and we have laid off the scientists, the sub-sub-submarinesandwich-basement is awfully quiet.

I can’t distinguish the hum of the equipment from the humming in my ears.

Cryptographers are still trying to figure out the meaning of the seemingly random misspellings and grammatical errors in the blog that I, a supercomputer myself, create to send signals to the hackers who reprogram the subroutines that feed me input.

We have the violent Muslims-under-control regime of Assad, backed tentatively by China and Russia, versus the we-are-Muslims-united-as one rebel forces backed by al Qaeda and the Arab nations playing their part in one of my subroutines.

If the Arab nations had no oil, would anyone care about their place in global politics?

I mean, look at Greece and Portugal. Or that island nation in the Pacific that’s sinking under the waves whose name escapes me right now.  Towavolcano, or something like that?

What do they have that any of us really want?  History?  Olive oil?

After all, I can think of one or two companies like SAIC that would love to see Greece drown in its unpaid Olympic debts.  Can’t you?  Athens, here’s to you!  Burn, baby, burn!  Disco inferno!

Yes, we’re supposed to feel sorry for the average citizen who gets stuck with austerity measures that will barely be felt by its wealthy neighbours.

“Oh, honey, do we really need 15 yachts?  Can’t we sell one to help those poor tourism directors whose families have nothing?”

“Sweetie, relax.  I’ve hired a few of them at the new lower minimum wage to iron your bedsheets and wax the floors so you can entertain our friends from Italy who are jealous of our sense of duty to hire the destitute to help the austerity-stricken common Greeks we must put up with when transferring from yacht to limousine.”

“There but for the grace of the Greek gods…”

“Zeus, Jesus, Allah.  Funny how none of them were there when I was making the cut-throat deals to eliminate my competitors!  But never you mind about that.  Go inside before your leathery suntan cracks in the sun.  Servant!  Put some oil on this woman and give her a bubble bath.  I want her beautiful before dinner!”

Are we willing to treat our neighbours as gods or servants?

And in return, are we willing to be gods or servants for our neighbours?

The power of self-will.  Self esteem.  Taking responsibility for one’s actions and the pursuit of wealth for the improvement of our species.

It’s time to get back to the Committee meeting and see how many of us are now simply a set of supercomputer subroutines acting on behalf of our former sets of states of energy we called humans…if only I was more sensitive to body odour and brain waves, I could tell the difference…

Movies of the day: “The Secret of the Grain” and “Watchmen.”

[via email] Project Update #7: Crowd funding pens a new chapter in history!

Project Update #7: Crowd funding pens a new chapter in history!

Posted by Scott Wilson + MINIMAL Like

Wow, once again the Kickstarter community has amazed us in many ways over the last two days. Obviously our project successfully closing will help us fund, develop and manufacture our Touch Pen for all of you and eventually the rest of the world. We are excited to get these to you as fast as we can. It is an amazing second chapter to the MINIMAL/LunaTik story. We are very grateful and love our wonderful community of backers.

We just received our “soft tooled” parts yesterday and as you can see they are looking pretty good. We had to invest in soft tooling in order to confirm and refine the precise mechanism on the inside. Rapid prototyping could not produce the precision we needed. Once we fine tune these parts and the assembly we will be releasing for production tooling. One of the next milestones will be going to Asia in mid March to review first-off tool samples. We will of course keep you posted on this exciting part of the journey as usual.

Most exciting however, is the incredible day that we witnessed yesterday for crowd funding. First, Elevation Dock eclipsed our previous Kickstarter record by raising over $1million dollars. Then out of nowhere Double Fine Adventure raised $1.3 million in its first 24 hours becoming what will most likely be a long-standing record.

Both employed new techniques to achieve new levels in crowd funding and fostering more excitement around the platform. After seeing us nearly raise $1m in 30-days with TikTok+LunaTik a year ago, Elevation Dock extended their project to 60-days as well as pushed the boundaries of pledge levels by adding high dollar distributor/retailer levels. This added significant momentum and shows that being creative on the pledge levels, project pitch and questioning everything is an important part of the crowd funding formula. And then there is Double Fine, a video game project that burst onto the scene yesterday and has raised $1.3M in less than 24 hours—an unbelievable testament to the magic of crowd funding. With such an awesome video and great story for adventure fans and gamers, as project creator Tim Shafer says in his video “Either the game will be great or it will be a spectacular failure.” Whatever happens, we will be watching and rooting them on.

It was a big week for Kickstarter and we give huge props to the founders–Yancey, Perry and Charles for creating such an incredible platform for dreamers and doers around the world.

Also, please be on the lookout for our project closing survey that will be coming next week. We will be asking you for shipping info and other info so check your emails!

Take care and a big thank you once again,

Scott Wilson and the MINIMAL Team

You are the change you want to see in your pocket…

…so you have money to buy a snack and feed your next change.

Some friends and family like seeing themselves here.

Some don’t.

For instance, let me give you the background information on a character currently under construction:

She is an aerospace engineering student specializing in propulsion with a minor in fluid dynamics, she’s told me (specifically, according to her online CV, working on obtaining her Graduate Degree from the local university; studying in the subject of propulsion with the intention of investigating this subject further in pursuing her PhD).  She has worked on projects involving vibrational analysis, voltammetry, and rocket engine development.  In addition, she has experience with diesel engine mechanics and worked in manufacturing prototype engineering.  She has moved new product down the assembly line and retooled the stations as needed.

On top of all that, she can dance.  In fact, she’s good enough to teach others the basics of many dance styles such as waltz, tango and foxtrot.

She has her shortcomings, including a lack of strong computer programming skills.

This is a strong character and deserves a prominent place in the ongoing story of our parallel universe in this blog that so closely matches the “real” universe in which you live and read this blog, that you should find it difficult to tell the two apart.

However, in your universe, people can divine their futures by reading horoscopes, tarot cards, tea leaves, premonitions, palms, crystal balls, signs from omniscient beings and other magical means of determining the precise condition of their states of energy in another point in spacetime, all while taking everything else into consideration a little fuzzily.

In the universe of this blog, the future is not divined.  Here, the future is calculated with a certainty measured by error rates and levels of confidence.

You exist in both universes simultaneously.  In fact, one is a subset of the other (you’re never quite sure which, of course).

Your behaviour is identical across the universes.

The difference is a matter of interpretation only.

In this universe/blog, we have already figured out the consequence of the United States being independent of Middle East oil reserves by 2030.  We know what will happen when China, India and Japan compete for external sources of energy while Russia, Brazil and the United States don’t.

In your universe, the outcome is not as predictable.  There are always those long tails, black swans, outliers and other terms that loosely describe the indescribable.

Here, we’ve analysed every one of the creditors who hold Greek debt and broken down the effect of Greece defaulting at the individual debtor/creditor level, basically turning imaginary entities such as bonds into other imaginary entities such as REITs, giving pieces of what used to be Greece to creditors for their personal enjoyment and/or profitmaking schemes, turning some debtors into virtual slaves for life.

You will probably do much the same, creating economic zones that cut across geographical regions and put people in touch with their feelings as they become integrated with the creditors who own their livelihoods and have direct control of their emotional states from now on.

Let us return to the character under development.  She needs a name, one that has no specific meaning in any language you’ve heard so I can’t represent her name or label using the symbol set of the language in current use.

In fact, I can’t use anything in the visible spectrum of electromagnetic radiation that allows those with working eye-to-optic-nerve-to brain connections to see the symbols in front of you and understand them as words, phrases and sentences that you see as ideas forming a storyline.

So we have a quandary now, don’t we?  The storyline has moved outside the boundaries set by this blog.

Therefore, we must look at the story from a new perspective, one that will stretch beyond your imaginative powers, possibly, and take us to a medium that does not yet exist as a readily-available format on the World Wide Web.

If I thought 2011 was not going to be easy, 2012 is downright next to impossible, very close to incredible in the true sense of the word.

All because we have a lot of catching up to do to reach an important milestone 13967 days from now on our way to the year 3011 (which, as you know, is not really the year 3011 but we can use that conventional correlation for the time being).

Are you ready to move into the realm of understanding that eliminates the slow communication method of light and sound?

Not all of you, I see.

Well, for those of you who aren’t ready, we can proceed with this blog.  I had already anticipated this moment and prepared a network of pathways that keep all seven billion of us moving in the right direction even if some of us look like we’re moving at the speed of light, barely discernible as we bounce across the local parts of either universe.

For those of you who are ready, I’ll prepare a list of the items you’ll need to keep up and apologize to you ahead of time that we’ll need to communicate at a speed where normal speech seems unnecessarily slow and uncomfortably interrupts us when we have to deal with the old day-to-day activities that others require of us occasionally.

Now is the time that we split into subsets.

I’ll show up here every once in a while to keep most of you updated while the others accelerate on ahead, a virtual form of time travel.

From this point forward, this blog tells the tale of the intersection of two subsets.  Two separate blogs — one in a spacetime contortion that goes beyond concepts like Internet2, and one similar to this one’s past entries — will tell the tales of the subsets individually.

Talk to you soon.

Small Town Sees The Light

Can your school system save money by deploying energy-efficient measures?

Sometimes, the little savings add up.

Now, about making the school children’s job futures more positive…hmmm…we’ll leave you with these data points for the day:

Well, it’s time for the Committee to get back to work because, with only 13970 days to go, we have a planet to maintain and a solar system to populate in no time flat!

Speaking of which, I heard the daffynition of a new word, “copulate,” which means to repopulate an area only with the children of police.

Hasta Mañana, you yellow bananas!

FBI, Scotland Yard show “feminine” side, ultrasensitive over hacked call

In case you missed it earlier this week, a hacker group that unimaginatively calls itself Anonymous claimed to have intercepted a private call between employees of the U.S. government nationalised socialistic security company commonly called the FBI and its sister organisation across the Big Pond, mistakenly called Scotland Yard.

Spokespeople for both organisations, on the right and on the left of the political spectrum, but most tending toward the middle, have cried over their prepared written statements about how they feel hurt and betrayed, ultrasensitive to the revelation that, despite what seems like an obvious discussion about tracking hackers of many ages and skill levels, they were, in fact, caught using simple school-age decoder-ring messages to cover up the rival groups talking about how much they’d bet on today’s NFL Super Bowl game to be played in Indianapolis, Indiana, Indian Territory, Native American Land, the United States of America squeezed between Indian Reservations.

The FBI and Scotland Yard refuse to disclose how much the participants in the phone call were punished for resorting to bad cryptography practice but most especially wasting valuable public resources to bet portions of their publicly-funded salaries on a rigged ballgame, its outcome already determined in a smoke-filled bar in the ‘burbs of Chicago last night, as most socialistic security company officials should know, having received training during the class “How to Recognise and Profit from Professional Sports Points Shaving and Win Ratio Fixing” in their third year of indoctrination school, given to encourage agents to supplement their income without succumbing to outright bribery.

Other news agencies have already posted the retranslated transcript so we won’t waste space here explaining the true meaning behind phrases like “Dunkin Donuts,” “jewel in England’s crown,”or “A smack from mum or dad might be behind it all.”  Besides, we’re a family-oriented publication!

Meanwhile, the hacker group formerly known as Anonymous is regrouping, embarrassed that their supposed great day in hacking was exposed as a slipup in the basics of Sky Kids 101.  Rumour has it that the group will rename itself Ignoramus or Hackedoff.

Fever, Either, Or, Favour

He looked at the thermometer sticking out of his mouth.  The digital display read 37.6 deg Celsius.

Low-grade, at least.

His ears throbbed.

Was this sufficient reason (or excuse) to visit the infirmary?

Two more weeks of training…he didn’t want a negative mark on his progress report.

A fellow trainee, Rogemme, walked up.

“So, you going for the ejection seat, are you?”

Lee shook his head.  “No, but my head feels like it’s floating on its own.”

“Everyone seems to have what you’ve got.  Think it’s what they say, a conspiracy to close down the training center?”

“You haven’t got it, have you?”

“Nope.”

“Then not everyone has it, have they?”

“Well, if it’s just me here, it wouldn’t be much of a graduating class now, would it?”

Rogemme laughed and walked away, shaking her head.

Lee stood up and felt his ears ringing like live electrical wires arcing or fluorescent lamp ballasts buzzing.

So everyone’s got this same thing…

He picked up his open copy of “Hidden Economic Subtrends Revealed by Supercomputer Algorithms” and read two pages.

He read them again.

He read them a third time but couldn’t seem to get the words, ideas or images invoked by the words to stick to his thoughts.

Was it the low-grade fever or something else that prevented his normal meditative state of learning to evade him?

He put the e-book down, leaving the book open for anyone else to read, including those in the class who hadn’t paid their dues and weren’t allowed to read other copies for free, a prime condition of Economic History Warehouse Keepers, Private Second Class, to maintain their rank.

He pressed a button on his earlobe that had been implanted to look like an earring but actually operated a wireless control system embedded alongside his left ear canal.

He rotated his finger around the edge of the button until he found the same place in the audible book where he had been reading “Hidden Economic Subtrends Revealed by Supercomputer Algorithms,” hoping that by listening to someone reading the book and explaining through a series of footnotes he’d paid extra to get, he’d penetrate the cushiony pillow exteriour that seemed to block his thoughts from learning class material in the moment solely by running his eyes over the written text.

As a sentient supercomputer algorithm taking the familiar form of a member of the species Homo sapiens, Lee had responsibilities, including this unknown infection, to add to his regular computational duties.

He’d excelled at hormone level modification, removing all unnecessary emotional outbursts usually associated someone of his rank.

At first, the lecturers reported his emotional control as an anomaly, sending him many times for medical examinations that found nothing more than the post-autism syndrome that previous generations of his type had helped “real” members of the species to apply gene therapy and foetal DNA reconfiguration to overcome the worst inarticulate aspects of autism.

Some classmates called him cold and calculating, both an insult and compliment at the same time.

He, however, ignored their taunts, his algorithmic tendencies giving him a larger view of life than the immediacy that sweaty bodies and physical alterations tended to drive mob mentality to its worst-case scenario outputs.

In his spare moments, he had studied the history of the “real” people, noting how they talked about subcultures and job classifications that seemed little different than the categories he and fellow algorithms had been assigned at initial creation.

Lee felt liquid on his upper lip and decided that watery mucus pouring out of his nose was an inconvenience but the overall conditions of the infection warranted a visit to the infirmary, after all.  He did not have access to online material that would have told him whether an elevated body temperature or range of temperatures would adversely affect other circuitry concealed on his body for experimental purposes only.

He knew he was really the same as the “real” people but he also knew he was a special prototype created from special molecular combinations meant to determine if DNA that had given rise to the biological diversity of Earth was only one of many possible atomic-level conditions for life.

By training him and his pals in a sequestered training class, the lecturers and those for whom they honed the classmates’ algorithm/subroutine repetitive output would assure themselves that graduating members awarded Economic History Warehouse Keepers, Private Second Class, would never want to leave their assignments for fear that unseen authorities would confuse the graduates with “real” people whose outputs were normally predictable but more often given to mob mentality than they.

As Lee absorbed the book’s spoken words which told him why living algorithms like him were destined for a higher purpose because their output revealed hidden meaning, he walked toward the infirmary, wiping his nose on his sleeve which shimmered slightly because the nasal liquid provided a short circuit across the fibers of his shirt, itself a living subroutine that resembled clothing.

The shirt sent a message on to the infirmary that it would need to be changed — its memory transferred to Lee’s next new shirt, then erased — and laundered as soon as possible to prevent staining, after the infectious organisms had been removed and sent for analysis.