While Internet protocols proliferate, they won’t last forever. Who is developing the next set(s) of communications protocols, what are they and when will they start spreading, reaching critical mass?
We’ve all worked with a clueless coworker.
It’s never too early to start planning your late retirement.
The delayed launch of one of the last cruisers of the U.S. space shuttle fleet.
Test flight of a commercial suborbital rocket plane.
Russia serving the ISS.
China preparing for an occupied station.
The elite status of having flown 100-plus kilometers from the surface of our home planet.
Where is a safe place to build a space elevator or similar mass transit system?
How do we build confidence that nonviolent dissent is healthy for political change?
Will I live to see upper middle class passengers sail around the Moon?
How do we proactively prevent the creation of a loose network of violent criminals that diverts the equivalent of trillions of dollars of non dual use development to pursue and perpetuate them?
Can we tell when an entrenched system is no longer viable for the majority, let alone any minorities?
Happiness is a state of being, not a pursuit.
Can people see that nationalistic patriotism naturally compartmentalises sub/cultural populations?
Borders are memes, symbols, labels, artificial constructs of territorialism – the modern concept of personal property rights, like animals marking their mating/feeding grounds.
For us, space is essentially an infinite set of possible mating/feeding grounds.
Tentativeness is not the same as carefulness.
Complicated is not the same as confident efficiency.
A solar-powered string of lights saves on electricity.
What’s the cheapest and not necessarily the most reliable method for launching our personal single-cell organism coloniser payload to the Moon or Mars?
If the organism contains your trademarked DNA sequence, could you claim individual ownership of that area you colonised without local/global government permission?
Seek forgiveness later.
Start your profitable offworld business first and dare them to come after your staked claim, costing them a whole lot more to stop you than it cost you to turn a profit deposited in your orbiting satellite memory bank they can’t regulate from down here.
It’s not your fault if Earthers are too old-fashioned to process the solar system currency you invented for exclusive members of the 100-Plus Kilometer Club.
My nonviolent plan to take over the solar system is moving forward smoothly, thanks to the ready participation of seven billion people operating under the assumption this planet is divided into imaginary political boundaries used to excite them into frenzied temporary diversions, while I empty their pockets full of short-term earned money for my long-term domination of their and their offspring’s lives.
Can’t wait until the slowly terraforming portions of Mars and the Moon are under my complete control, with travelers paying my network large chunks of their disposable income to get away from Earth, on holiday and/or until they die.
A “fundraiser.”
That’s all it was?
The way of my species.
The only way.
One planet.
One word.
Smoke and mirrors, diversions in the fog of war.
But I have nothing to sell, no achievements to tout.
Everything I say here is used to say something elsewhere.
Voluntarily networking personal data.
But that’s all in the past.
Moments that were not mine.
And moments to be?
Finding the dot of a lone star tick is actually an IP stacked node.
Lyme disease is used as a mask for a tracer.
Weed out the weak.
Feel the pulse, the rhythm of nature.
Don’t say taxes are legal thievery because the statement classifies all those who work for or receive benefits from the government as accessories.
But in nature, crime does not exist.
Opportunity is sagaciousness.
Competitive intelligence.
Holding back on exposing falsities to observe the players’ reaction to obvious lies.
Let opponents twist facts into ludicrudity.
Watching governments turn stories, like the Stieg Larsson trilogy, into their version of reality.
Wondering how a performance artist was able to keep animal skin/fur/feather grafts alive and fully integrated with tattoos on the body.
14,246 days to go – the current 1,000-day project milestone on schedule with subtasks ahead of schedule, but not too much.
Next up: a redefinition of morality, removing many players from participating in the second 1,000-day block.
Some want to keep Obama in power to complete the semi-peaceful transition of all the countries of Africa and the Middle East into democratic-like states, which in turn will lead to the transformation of political entities yet to be named.
But what to do with Joe Biden, a very unlikely VP-turned-president in 2016?
Who really believes in terror alert status?
Instead, post signs on freeways like “Today’s chance of dying from a collision with a DWI driver is xx%” or “Did you know that you will be held responsible for your teenage child’s texting-while-driving killing of a family of five later today?”
At airports, post statistics that clearly point out the relatively tiny chance of dying or getting maimed in any way while flying, especially by your plane crashing.
Do you know how many people die annually from getting crushed by their garage doors?
Do you know how many people die annually from getting infected by dirty fingernail files?
Do you know someone who was killed by a falling coconut or a dull chainsaw blade?
The food in your refrigerator is more likely to kill you than a sleeping air traffic controller.
Ireland is more likely to unite than the new Canadian PM to have an effect on world politics.
How many people placed Putin, Jintao or Obama in their political positions, by vote and/or financial contribution?
What are the Brazilian and Indian leaders saying to each other right now through tediously obscure diplomatic channels?
Do people watch the NBA or NHL playoffs because they want to or because they think they should?
Are you inventing products that improve efficiency without relying on rare earth elements?
Those with a long view already have.
We’ll force the short view folks to use up their rare earth material but first we’ll box them out of the third 1,000-day milestone achievement.
Tick, tock. I hear the chimes.
Time to say good afternoon to ya while I continue to play the ignorant fuel.
A tip of my hat to the last enemy combatant of WWI – may we learn a lesson from a pacified warrior!
Meanwhile, back at the laboratory…
Dots of white light reflect off domed water spotting tree leaves.
The hum of a heat pump and flapping of paper pinned to the wall indicate warm air flowing through ducted channels under the floor.
A minimalist going with the flow, following the past of least resistance for the simple pleasure of enjoying one’s thoughts.
A pair of thoughts – one’s carbon footprint and annual crop hectare usage – vie for attention.
Solar evacuated tubes give one a desire for relatively cheap “off the grid” independence, DIY, if necessary.
Then all one needs is a reliable source of water and food to claim freedom from social needs.
If that’s what one wants.
Economies of scale ignored for the fact of inexpensive, low disaster-prone land areas on which to live in many places around the world.
Quality of life more important than quantity/length of life.
Segue.
Having never received nor asked permission to live, one moves forward inch-by-inch, seeking balance in every moment rather than promising oneself there will always be a future moment to reconcile one’s brash actions in more youthful days.
Sad, but not depressed.
Begin.
Translating a blog into 16 languages not desired today.
Nobody knows who I am because I do not exist.
Free from agenda, one is and is not, free to stare at the woods with no movement except reaching to drink a cup of tea occasionally.
Purposeless.
Thoughtless.
Happy, but not exhilarated.
Almost absent of emotion altogether.
The perfect state.
Neither chased nor chasing, neither hurried nor held back.
Serenaded by a mechanical hum on a sunny day.
aum…zzz…amen
When you need to map the world, a flat screen is flat.
7:27 p.m. Central time, 1st May 2011. We have power at our house! Yes, I appreciate the small things in life – hot food, hot shower, TV, Internet, heat pump system…
Labour issues go boing at buoying Boeing
Makin’ bacon ain’t for poor Maconites, anymore
Where do you go when you have nothing left to spend?
Three technology issues interrelated somehow:
“If thou faint in the day of adversity, thy strength is small.” – Proverbs 34:10
“…and by his light/ Did all the chivalry of England move/ To do brave acts.” – Shakespeare: II Henry IV III.ii
“Put all your eggs in one basket, and — watch the basket.” – Mark Twain: Pudd’nhead Wilson’s Calendar
“The goal of war is peace; of business, leisure.” – Aristotle: Politics IV
“Four be the things I’d been better without-/ Love, curiosity, freckles, and doubt.” – Doroty Parker: Inventory
“I am more and more convinced that man is a dangerous creature; and that power, whether vested in many or a few, is ever grasping, and like the grave, cries “Give, give!” – Abigail Adams, letter to John Adams, 27th November 1775
Be careful, Rick, of that which you ask for yourself.
A hermit living with a person well-connected to the modern workforce, and with whom one shares a refrigerated upright box and a freezer chest will discover that waiting in a queue for hours to purchase a portable generator, petrol and oil occupies leisure time more suited for looking at a clear night sky, seeing meteor light trails above one’s house for the first time in decades, light pollution absent during a regional power outage.
Living on word-of-mouth, relying on my folks in Florida to tell me via mobile phone that the powers-that-be have imposed martial law…uh, I mean a dusk-to-dawn curfew in north Alabama.
Solar power, other than fueling the dome of trees keeping this house cool in summer, is not going to energise chilling compressors very well through the light-filtering leaves, but it will recharge batteries for radios, portable TVs/computers, and mobile phones.
A parabolic/trough solar water heater will produce hot showers on a cool morning.
So, I ask myself, with this opportunity to observe life in the moment without nuclear/coal power plants pushing electrons, what of a family’s daily existence is truly essential.
Don’t need an automatic dishwasher, clothes washer/dryer, microwave oven, toaster, refrigerator and/or freezer.
Don’t need a lawnmower, hedge trimmer, vacuum cleaner or electric screwdriver.
Convenient, yes. Need, no.
Clean water, absolutely.
Don’t need a doorbell that chimes electrically, a phone answering machine, videogame system, large-screen tellie, home intrusion alarm, or clothes/hair iron.
Don’t need an electronic piano/organ, ebook reader, electrified light bulbs, record/CD/DVD players, or AC-powered clocks.
Want them but don’t need them.
Of course, a hermit’s needs differ slightly from a family’s needs.
A hermit doesn’t need a baby monitor, or oxygen machine.
A hermit can create an ant-powered supercomputer to gauge and predict patterns whereas a technology-challenged family can make do with basic mobile phone service to track changes in personal networks.
Enough chatter. Time to reprogram an ant colony and then scavenge for the fuel-hungry monster keeping our frozen/cooled foods at optimally-safe longterm storage conditions for delayed eating gratifications.
Windmills aren’t useful in dead air space.
Meanwhile, sun tea brews in the sunroom and a solar cooker is ready to make a delicious meal. Where’s that Mylar camping hot water shower bag? My wife says she’ll heat water with our coffee pot, electric, o inspired by college dorm hot water problems.
“I’m glad you two are still together: it helps me save on postage.” Ashleigh Brilliant: Pot-Shots No. 528, Marriage series
How many entrepreneurs in this power outage will inspiringly invent and successfully market an efficient home heating/cooling system that is self-contained and/or scalable to efficient neighbourhood levels?
What is the most complex music, both rhythmically and harmonically?
And is music the sounds we think we hear, being the only species we see that create sound-modification tools?
With a whole universe at its disposal, wouldn’t a deity hear us as subatomic particles spinning around one atom in a cacophony of clashing galaxies?
When politics stops being about positioning for reelection, wake me up and I’ll comment about why the U.S. is no longer interested in direct military involvement in northern African regime change.
Simple duties first: circle the wagons and count your ammunition.
We had planned to show you who Obama really is after he finishes his run at U.S. President, whenever that is.
Impatience.
I’d rather deal with impatiens.
Or tracking the rare orange-tailed albino three-horned deer that still lives in the woods of the southeastern U.S. and lives on the rims of river canyons.
With 14,274 days left, the Committee wants to know the specifics of getting us to the milestone.
For those who worry we aren’t going to make it, I’ve created a calendar-based project timeline, dividing assignments into 1,000-day increments, figuring that’s about all the detail we need to get us there. Visit with any Committee member to see the chart.
Google may be on its last days as one of the planet’s Internet gatekeepers.
Private rocketeers, in one form or another, play their part in the bigger picture.
The Walls of Jericho offer another surprise, when it’s dry.
There’s more to say but I don’t know how to tell you today.
treetrunkdings 