What Can Your Network Do For You?

The Committee…some days, those words send chills up my spine.  Or is it chinchillas?  I’m never sure.

Anyway, the Committee members are in the midst of a dispute.  Do they promote a person or idea to a large group of people (e.g., a particular candidate or party for U.S. President in 2012) or let the system fulfill its predetermined fuzzy math, neural network outcome, where the person with the biggest network of people with the best possible chance of improving overall conditions for our species within our solar system ecosystem wins?

PME magazine declares “Less Is More” on its cover, discussing single-pipe hydronic system that solves high-rise troubles.

Meanwhile, the 2010 “Gallery” at WSCC received a silver award for annual publications from Sigma Delta Chi, the Society of Professional Journalists.

Wallace Turman offers a “Bible story told through the Scripture Emphasis on Psalms 40 and demonstrated through clay on how the Potter, clay and the wheel relate to us.  This is a Great Learning Experience for the Whole Family [and he] can come to your Church or Business.”  For booking call Wallace at (256) 859-6517, (256) 658-1233 or email blackk59 [at] yahoo.com.

Finally, American Currents magazine offers the following observations about the mating habits of Warmouth, Lepomis gulosus:

“Both sexes, when courting, would approach another adult.  Only males were observed defending a territory.  Larger males were most successful at defending territories.  Only courting males would approach another fish with gills flared and attempt to lead a female to the nest site.  Females approaching the nest of a courting male would blanch with darkened eyes and move directly into the nest to engage in rock biting.  Brood care was performed only by males.  The paternal males frequently chased other fish off or away from the nest site.  Paternal investment ended once the larvae left the nest.

“Males and nests were acclimated over a period of one to several days prior to addition of females into the system.  This allowed time for males to establish territories and define hierarchy.

“The single male system with one or more females used a 150-litre (4-gallon) glass aquarium.  The male and nest were placed to one side of the tank and the following day conditioned female(s) were introduced and confined to the other side using a partition.  By day three, females were attempting to go through the partition, so the partition was removed and immediately the male began to court the females.  The partition was removed allowed the sexes to interact only when fishes could be monitored.  To keep the male receptive to ripe females, we eliminated parental obligations by removing the nest once eggs were hatched.  On several occasions, multiple, apparently, ripe females entered the nest and the males would abruptly stop courting.  The females would attempt to vent-rub even though the male’s courting has ceased.  Courtship and spawning would only occur successfully with a single female on the nest.  Several males that failed to construct and defend a nest site were removed.  Males observed to be reluctant to display courtship and spawning behaviours were replaced.

“A problem noted with this setup is that once females were removed, the male would often neglect parental duties and brood survival was greatly reduced.  Successful incubation required either leaving at least one female in the tank or removal of the nest for incubation in another tank [with adequate, artificial ventilation].  Males were often observed to be reluctant to spawn when they were the only male in the system; adding another male often promoted more intense courting, possibly because of competition between the males.

“The two-male system used a 454-l (120-gal) fiberglass raceway.  Males quickly feuded over the single nest and within an hour one male had become dominant and claimed the nest.  Conditioned females (n=7) were confined as a group to the smaller volume in the [tank].  At the beginning of the work day the partition was removed allowing the females to interact with the males over nests.  When the females were released, only the dominant male could defend a nest and successfully court the females.  The second male would attempt to defend a territory but was unable to court the females.

“Conditioning of the females was minimal and only required the females to be fed good amounts of food a couple weeks prior to spawning.  Courting behaviour includes a male swimming toward the females swaying his body while flaring his operculum then returning to his designated nest; this is repeated several times before a female responds by returning to the nest with the male.  Often times more than one female would enter a nest site.  During trials, as many as five females were observed in a single nest.  Males would refuse to spawn when more than two females were in a nest at one time.  So in order to induce spawning, several females had to be removed.  Three females were left in the raceway and within minutes a female returned to the nest.”

Sounds oddly familiar, like some people I know…

My wife wants me to mention the everyday miracle of life that occurs around us all the time (i.e., another example of Presbyterian predestination, she says).

Today, while sorting out clothes for her mother at the assisted living apartment, she had a few leftover clothes hanger, including a broken one which I proceeded to bend and turn into a giant thin moustache I could maybe use as a costume prop next month.  We left the apartment and I threw the bent wire into the backseat.  After seeing the dramatised true-to-life movie-of-the-week called “Moneyball,” we stopped to fill our automobile tank with petrol.  At the gas station, our favourite attendant there, Theresa, mentioned a fellow needed a coat hanger to jimmy the lock on his truck in which he locked his keys.  I carry a coat hanger in my car like almost never —  when I do, BOOM! lightning strikes and someone needs it.

The bigger your network, the better the chance of you experiencing and/or believing in everyday miracles, serendipitous or some such.  Perhaps, like Gandhi, your friends are setting up the infrastructure to make your life look more miraculous.  Same thing.

If=since, says Dr. Tom Lovell, referring to Philippians 2:1 (although 2:14 is much more poignant to me; accentuate the positive, no henpecking and no kicking or drawing lines in the sand), after preaching about 1:27.

Makes sense to me.

Is the universe for you or against you.  I choose to believe/accept it’s for me, even when the local environment feels/seems/looks hostile.  Why else am I here?

Thanks to the seaters and Sarah at Outback; William and Sabrina at Cheeburger, Cheeburger; Alyssa and Olivia at Rave; the many, many smiling faces at HarborChase; the bridge players and support staff at Brookdale Place; Elsie, William Hovik and others at Faith; Mel Strain of Mel’s Workshop; the soap maker who’s a friend of Tina Williams; the creators of the ext4 journaling file system.

Book Writing Begins

As I divide my personality into dozens in order to build scenes, to give depth and conflict and time for characters to grow, to learn about themselves while interacting socially, gracefully, awkwardly, the self walks Earth in limbo.

A woman brings her beautiful young child to an adult event and we are all transported back to moments in our early years, where every new sight and sound was a joy to behold, an uninhibited laugh to share with the whole universe.

One weekend, city streets are deserted for Oktoberfest.

The next weekend, Big Spring Jam attracts the crowd on autumnal equinox.

Couples sway in time with the music.  Or not in time, enjoying the simple moment together in imperfect dissyncopation.

Helicopters hang in the air and practice firing maneuvers in the dark.

Missile batteries are charged and employed.

The value of life, the definition of culture, of maturity, of health – relativity is general, if not subject to objects faster than the speed of light dancing Viennese waltzes.

Kelly with the curly red hair.

Dan bagging groceries in the checkout line.

We…there’s that word, defining “us,” not them, together, teaching, learning…we work and play as one.

One people, loving, fighting, birthing, killing.

A part of our planet and our solar system, trillions of states of energy within trillions and trillions more, spinning, bouncing, colliding, combining.

Ageless.

We are the listeners, musical instruments and conductors of the narrated soundtrack of our living screenplay, written and played back in realtime, of now.

No rehearsal, no editing.

Watching musical acts, computer games and physical theories come and go like tides.

In the postdisclosure world, we tell you lies and then explain later how we lied to you, all of us just happy to understand we share this narrative while playacting, some “winning,” some “losing,” all of us living and dying, regardless of a sense of fair play.

Being cruel and kind to each other at the right time.

At the wrong time, too.

Like lovers who don’t know how to dance but are willing to try, rhythm not the issue, togetherness is.

A do-bee looks at OOBE

Which of the following provides the better OOBE installation?:

  • Ubuntu Linux 11.10 Beta1, or…
  • Microsoft Windows [8] Developer Preview evaluation copy, build 8102

Good question.

NOTE: I write this blog entry under Internet Explorer v. 10.0.8102.0, pre-release.

Ubuntu Linux 11.10 provided a simplified desktop at startup, a la Apple OS X.

Microsoft Windows 8 provided a smartphone app look at startup (a/k/a Metro), a la Apple iPad/iPod.

Now, I’m not biased toward Ubuntu, Microsoft or Apple nor am I prejudiced against them.  All I want is a set of tools to get my job done, which is using technology to improve my quality of life.

The least obtrusive, the better.

The more intuitive, the better.

The lowest TCO (total cost of ownership), the best.

So far, there is no winner.

For simple text blogging, the Amazon Kindle 2 serves me well, allowing me to read books and blog with no monthly data plan costs.

The Windows 8 preview copy found my WiFi hardware and installed the appropriate driver, without my having to search the driver database (a knock against Ubuntu Linux 11.10, in this case).  Then again, this laptop was already preconfigured/approved fur Windows Vista (TM) Basic.

We’ll see how it goes.

I have Ubuntu Linux 11.10 on an 8GB external flash drive or SSD (solid state drive) (actually, two of them, an 8GB PNY and an 8GB SanDisk, to eliminate potential hardware incompatibility problems).

I have Microsoft Windows 8 on a blank 250GB internal hard drive I installed this morning in the laptop (a Compaq Presario C501NR notebook PC).

The Apple iPad and iPod touch, as well as the Amazon Kindle 2, have internal flash drives in their fixed hardware sets.

The Linux build had a few crashes.

The Windows build has displayed no crashes (so far), only security warnings about installing Java.

Back to my social network and the ongoing narrative the characters in my life have presented me to write about [you] here.

Thanks to Barbara and Amanda at Dreamland BBQ; Austin at PetSmart; people who find ways to employ autistic workers; the 5-year old who created a stop-action animated movie.

Is Lagarde your unofficial figurehead world leader?  In other words, how do representative, dictatorial and single-party governments select one person to rule them/us all?  It’s not a question, anymore.  It’s a done deal.  All hail your new overlord, the IMF.

The Committee will keep tabs on how this new one-world governorship is going and directly/overtly manage any extreme problems.  Otherwise, our invisible hands will be herding you on an everyday basis, as usual.

Living A Year Under One Belief System

If the paying gig stereotypes your behaviour, do you keep renewing the contract despite personal objections?

Do we reinforce the behaviours of our subculture or spend time putting down the behaviours within other belief systems?

I no longer keep track of the number of times I’ve transferred hypnotising microorganisms in a handshake or hug.

Wavelength synchronisation is such a natural state of existence for me, I stopped counting the people with whom I’ve synchronised and passed along the messages that my subculture wants broadcasted.

Body language.

Does insecurity or overconfidence drive Berlusconi to brag about his sexual encounters?

When despots are no longer in power, does the will of the people exert itself through insecurity or overconfidence?

In which subculture(s) do the people believe and act?

In the Middle East, “Turkey” and “Egypt” are forming a new alliance as if those two words account for every subculture within the two, nearby but distinct, geographic regions. [A side thought asks myself “geographic or geographical?”]

Israel and Palestine are very close to becoming legitimate neighbours, sharing the status of countries and, like many political entities, a brewing mistrust of each other’s true long-term intentions.

What makes one person set up a website like http://www.barrelhouseboys.com to promote a book about historic events and others to turn their lives into a future bestselling autobiography in the making?

Do you remember the first time you told your significant other “I love you”? [What a difference “I love you?” would have made in that sentence.]

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These questions set up situations for colonists – on Mars, the Moon, an asteroid, and/or space schooner – to examine as they take root and spread their branches.

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Meanwhile, back in the R&D lab, my mad scientists have created a monster from microbes found living in the frozen Arctic.

One of the scientists, angry about spoiled food he bought at the supermarket and couldn’t get a refund for, wants to let the microbes loose in the frozen foods department, hoping for devastating economic impact on the supermarket.

Another wants to launch a probe loaded with microbes into near-Earth orbit that’ll circle the planet for a few months and then safely parachute back so she can study the microbes’ ability to survive in space.

I’ve asked my supercomputer programmers to estimate the microbes’ mutation paths over the next thousand or so generations, feeding some of them (the microbes AND the programmers) common material on the Moon and some of them common material on parts of Mars.

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My friends in the “drug lords” business ask me why they get such a bum rap.  They provide protection and a living wage for their growers, processors and distributors.  They’ve killed fewer people than the food manufacturers who’ve turned our species into obese diabetics.  They prey on the weak, eliminating those who probably wouldn’t have contributed much to society, anyway.  They should be rewarded for their efficient operations and beneficial economic impact.  Instead, they’re punished worse than common criminals.

How do you argue with comments like that, especially when the drug lords have deposited large sums of money in anonymous offshore bank accounts to assure me of their legitimate accounting practices, insure my future retirement and ensure my loyalty?

Sure!

What are my seven billion friends for?

I don’t judge where you got or how you made your money, just that you give me enough money (or its purchasing power equivalent) to spread life in appropriate form outward from our home planet, Earth.

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Manage your innersubcultural practices well and leave the intrasubcultural interfacing to the so-called professionals.  Professionals you can fire.  Amateurs, like rowdy family members, are harder to get rid of.

Remember, after the cat’s out of the bag, you have more room in your sack for goods and services to use in the next moment – the cat can fend for itself.

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A friend showed me a line of adhesive bandages he’d invented that use body heat and motion to power a watch and changing colour display.  He’s trying to convince his favourite comic book company’s executives to license their popular characters to appear as moving images on the bandages.  In version 2.0, he hopes he can add sound, with characters speaking multiple languages, saying phrases like “You’re healing well, my friend” and “Your bravery makes you a hero in my book!”

How long before our bandages contain time-released microorganisms and medication, little bots and their tiny toolboxes repairing our bodies, enhancing our “natural” healing, removing scars and fighting off infections that our weak bodies can’t handle, detecting fatal conditions on the micro scale and alerting medical professionals before the fatal conditions become macroscopically pathological (or is that “pathologic”?).

A few posts to tie you over until…

Your doctor may misdiagnose your death.

The writer you might become, or might become you.

Social media is old news – look toward the new.

Write well.  Art is for the head, not the heart.

Details, details, details.

Surf carefully.  Watch out for sharks.

Local news? You decide.

The revolution is coming.  Are you prepared to buy off your protection?

How to communicate during a revolution.

Don’t suppose HP is interested in this news, do you?