Hello there. I'm Altus Wintrix, former owner of a large number of rental homes on your home planet. You probably never heard of me but I'm sure you or someone you know has rented one of my houses on Earth.
I looked at my empire, hearing people refer to me, even though they don't know and never knew me, as a slumlord because of the condition of homes I owned in a few rundown neighbourhoods. They never praised me for the houses I rented to them in ritzy neighbourhoods, mainly, too, because they didn't know who I am.
After looking at my empire, I decided I no longer cared to rent houses on Earth because I had a bigger dream.
I wanted the first rental home on another solar body.
That's why I'm standing here before you, showing you this beautiful three-bedroom rental on the Moon.
It cost me the entire sale of my empire on Earth but it's worth being the first, isn't it?
For fifty million U.S. dollars a year, you can have exclusive rental rights to the first and currently one-and-only moon unit.
Richard Branson offered to buy this from me but I refused, instead offering him exclusive transportation rights to deliver renters to this home and ones to follow as I get more contracts signed.
My team of computer programmers and robotic experts are remotely managing the water extraction mining operation and hydroponic farm that feeds the rental home so don't worry about bringing your own food and water.
Of course, at this time pets are not allowed, unless you're willing to raise and live with animals that you will have to eat.
The same goes for you and your family.
After all, we believe in recycling everything.
Welcome to your future. I'm just your humble servant here to help you make it happen.
Showing posts with label future. Show all posts
Showing posts with label future. Show all posts
Tuesday, March 1, 2011
Thursday, February 24, 2011
What is elitism?
What I wonder but am not quite ready to worry about is the income inequality issue in this country.
Are we prepared to visualise a peasant uprising in this nation?
And peasantry is not pleasantry and it's not unpleasant, either.
Feudalism by another name, perhaps, but still the same.
I could encourage revolutions in China and Iran, knowing that the spillover into this country is inevitable, but I don't, or haven't, obviously.
I'm waiting.
Watching.
Ever vigilant.
Are the "haves" going to take social services away from the "almost have-nots," finally reducing (or returning, if you will) our class structure to the filthy rich and the filthy?
It is in the 1000-year projection at this time that a revolution will sweep over this country.
I am only the projectionist, not the film producer or director.
However, some have accused me of being writer and actor in a minor role.
We are willing to recompute the current projection if you are willing to change current sociopolitical tactics.
Otherwise, BAM! BOOM! Francis Scott Keysha Martinez will be writing a new national anthem before you can say what the hay happened to my side of grass-fed beef?
I miss the days of farming, living off the land, having 12 kids because half of 'em will die of diseases I can't afford to cure, little worry about global anything, except maybe the weather.
And Berlusconi thinks he has nothing to worry about? Where's Übermensch Sarkozy when we need him? Protecting his wife Carla from the Italian, I'm sure.
Congrats to Discovery for a beautiful liftoff. It was a great show and we'll miss having more 1970s technology wrapping reengineering stuffing floating around the planet.
I'm a tired, middle-aged guy but I'm here to hear myself observe what's going on so I have nothing to complain about.
This parallel blog keeps me sane, if sanity is helping our ecosystem push itself to the brink of unfixable invincibility. The pundits are taking bets on whether it'll be the roaches who eventually win. What exactly are the meek and if they inherit the planet, what then?
Somewhere, the owners of the rights to "Wag The Dog" are asking themselves what they got themselves into themselves.
Greed and gluttony - the seven deadly sins always get you in the end.
Are we prepared to visualise a peasant uprising in this nation?
And peasantry is not pleasantry and it's not unpleasant, either.
Feudalism by another name, perhaps, but still the same.
I could encourage revolutions in China and Iran, knowing that the spillover into this country is inevitable, but I don't, or haven't, obviously.
I'm waiting.
Watching.
Ever vigilant.
Are the "haves" going to take social services away from the "almost have-nots," finally reducing (or returning, if you will) our class structure to the filthy rich and the filthy?
It is in the 1000-year projection at this time that a revolution will sweep over this country.
I am only the projectionist, not the film producer or director.
However, some have accused me of being writer and actor in a minor role.
We are willing to recompute the current projection if you are willing to change current sociopolitical tactics.
Otherwise, BAM! BOOM! Francis Scott Keysha Martinez will be writing a new national anthem before you can say what the hay happened to my side of grass-fed beef?
I miss the days of farming, living off the land, having 12 kids because half of 'em will die of diseases I can't afford to cure, little worry about global anything, except maybe the weather.
And Berlusconi thinks he has nothing to worry about? Where's Übermensch Sarkozy when we need him? Protecting his wife Carla from the Italian, I'm sure.
Congrats to Discovery for a beautiful liftoff. It was a great show and we'll miss having more 1970s technology wrapping reengineering stuffing floating around the planet.
I'm a tired, middle-aged guy but I'm here to hear myself observe what's going on so I have nothing to complain about.
This parallel blog keeps me sane, if sanity is helping our ecosystem push itself to the brink of unfixable invincibility. The pundits are taking bets on whether it'll be the roaches who eventually win. What exactly are the meek and if they inherit the planet, what then?
Somewhere, the owners of the rights to "Wag The Dog" are asking themselves what they got themselves into themselves.
Greed and gluttony - the seven deadly sins always get you in the end.
Index Finger
While I'm working through the issues that the computer programmers don't know will be presented to them in printed reports they haven't been assigned to generate, I'll give you the following.
To the folks in the Middle East and Africa.
To the folks in North Korea, Cuba, China, Iran, Venezuela, Afghanistan, Pakistan.
To those who are under the impression they are under persecutory regimes of any kind...
This is the future: franchising.
So, I suggest to you that you get with your friends and family, pool your resources, get microloans, if you have to.
And then work with your political friends to enact laws that protect intellectual property and freedoms of expression.
Finally, after all is set up, build yourself a brand image that you can sell to others.
Sell processed food or clothing lines.
If you cannot dream up your own brand, buy into the brands that already exist.
And, if you're smart, you'll negotiate deals where your brand(s) will feed the malnourished and starving in the world.
Instead of delivering bags of rice and flour to places that don't have cooking fuel or safe drinking water, airdrop in crates of Pringles and Coca-Cola.
Make the world's greatest falafel and open Falafel Bazaar eateries all around the world.
Span the globe with spanakopitas.
Serve lamburgers with children's toys.
Stop the slaughter of endangered animals by showing that bush meat is not the ultimate free range food - your product is.
Sure, petroleum jelly is the best ointment for superficial wounds but doesn't the name Vaseline or Neosporin sound more scientifically safe?
Do you speak a 16-bit language?
Do you believe we are an ignorant species?
Do you write blog entries that invite insight in order to increase readership because you know, and your audience knows, you have only one goal in mind - to save the species from itself, but in the long, drawnout process of doing so, killing us with obesity to get us to another place in time that's better for the total population as a whole?
Would a blog supplement, "as read by the author," a podcast (or perhaps an open source sound file) be a bestseller? Could I pull a Paul Newman and put the profits to universal improvement?
My inventor friends are begging me not to give up, that we together are building a better world, despite repetition that gives me severe migraines which block my thought patterns. "Don't confuse yourself over the normal issues of deteriorating tissue, blood and bones," they whisper in emails.
As I say, I am here with you and thank you for sharing your time with me. I am not perfect and sometimes it shows more obviously on days when I can't stop being a normal person with everyday aches and pains.
One of my friends recommended I look into Autodesk's free animation program for kids. I will, I promise.
The placebo effect of a large tablet of aspirin is often the best elixir for an ol' skeptic like me (and cheaper than a six-pack which would inhibit my driving to the store to buy a box of premixed fudge brownie ingredients to surprise my wife with hot brownies for the surprises she made/bought for me).
To the folks in the Middle East and Africa.
To the folks in North Korea, Cuba, China, Iran, Venezuela, Afghanistan, Pakistan.
To those who are under the impression they are under persecutory regimes of any kind...
This is the future: franchising.
So, I suggest to you that you get with your friends and family, pool your resources, get microloans, if you have to.
And then work with your political friends to enact laws that protect intellectual property and freedoms of expression.
Finally, after all is set up, build yourself a brand image that you can sell to others.
Sell processed food or clothing lines.
If you cannot dream up your own brand, buy into the brands that already exist.
And, if you're smart, you'll negotiate deals where your brand(s) will feed the malnourished and starving in the world.
Instead of delivering bags of rice and flour to places that don't have cooking fuel or safe drinking water, airdrop in crates of Pringles and Coca-Cola.
Make the world's greatest falafel and open Falafel Bazaar eateries all around the world.
Span the globe with spanakopitas.
Serve lamburgers with children's toys.
Stop the slaughter of endangered animals by showing that bush meat is not the ultimate free range food - your product is.
Sure, petroleum jelly is the best ointment for superficial wounds but doesn't the name Vaseline or Neosporin sound more scientifically safe?
Do you speak a 16-bit language?
Do you believe we are an ignorant species?
Do you write blog entries that invite insight in order to increase readership because you know, and your audience knows, you have only one goal in mind - to save the species from itself, but in the long, drawnout process of doing so, killing us with obesity to get us to another place in time that's better for the total population as a whole?
Would a blog supplement, "as read by the author," a podcast (or perhaps an open source sound file) be a bestseller? Could I pull a Paul Newman and put the profits to universal improvement?
My inventor friends are begging me not to give up, that we together are building a better world, despite repetition that gives me severe migraines which block my thought patterns. "Don't confuse yourself over the normal issues of deteriorating tissue, blood and bones," they whisper in emails.
As I say, I am here with you and thank you for sharing your time with me. I am not perfect and sometimes it shows more obviously on days when I can't stop being a normal person with everyday aches and pains.
One of my friends recommended I look into Autodesk's free animation program for kids. I will, I promise.
The placebo effect of a large tablet of aspirin is often the best elixir for an ol' skeptic like me (and cheaper than a six-pack which would inhibit my driving to the store to buy a box of premixed fudge brownie ingredients to surprise my wife with hot brownies for the surprises she made/bought for me).
Wednesday, February 23, 2011
Shivers down my spine
When the phrase "my lawyer and I" meets the so-called amateur sports industry in collegiate circles, I feel a cold chill.
I don't get revenge. I just reveal the list of chemicals and psychiatry visits of those who present to the world a perfect image.
Take pride in your imperfection.
That way, there's nothing to hide.
Otherwise, we're just holding your body over a cliff and asking you when to say "uncle," because "my lawyer and I" falls on deaf ears.
Just like, as a pet owner myself, I ask if, when the growth of the population of my species puts enough pressure on available food sources, we'll have to decide whether we get to feed our pets or starving members of our species who can't afford patented GM food under control by Megaconglomerated, LTD.
"I'm sorry, my little child, but Fluffy has reached its age of viability and we have to turn it in to the reinventers of Soylent food products to feed the hungry masses. We'll buy you another one to raise in our minifarm of a housing unit."
Wait, do I hear a cry of "It's not fair" from the aging pet product industry? If so, it's time to rethink your business model!
I don't get revenge. I just reveal the list of chemicals and psychiatry visits of those who present to the world a perfect image.
Take pride in your imperfection.
That way, there's nothing to hide.
Otherwise, we're just holding your body over a cliff and asking you when to say "uncle," because "my lawyer and I" falls on deaf ears.
Just like, as a pet owner myself, I ask if, when the growth of the population of my species puts enough pressure on available food sources, we'll have to decide whether we get to feed our pets or starving members of our species who can't afford patented GM food under control by Megaconglomerated, LTD.
"I'm sorry, my little child, but Fluffy has reached its age of viability and we have to turn it in to the reinventers of Soylent food products to feed the hungry masses. We'll buy you another one to raise in our minifarm of a housing unit."
Wait, do I hear a cry of "It's not fair" from the aging pet product industry? If so, it's time to rethink your business model!
Tuesday, February 22, 2011
Beer In A Tube
Do astronauts drink beer out of a tube?
Too much lately, I've felt the pressure to perform, like a circus animal trapped in a traveling zoo full of controlled but entertaining behaviours.
The circles within a circle are here for all of us, seven billion strong as usual.
I can give space here for our voices but there are circles in which voices have no meaning where I need to be for a while.
Perhaps I will bring back meaning to our lives or at least connections worth pursuing.
I'm not projecting astrally or jumping on spaceships hidden behind passing comets (or passing comments).
I'm still here, these states of energy flowing in and out of the fluctuating superset of states of energy in this area of the inner solar system.
It is a personal journey I desire but don't relish, having hesitated for so many years I don't remember when I first knew what I had to do to completely be who/what I am and/or was/is/am meant to be.
Tapping into a resource that, from this angle, appears stronger than I believe I can handle.
But I know I will have the strength I need when I need it most/least.
I don't need a flux capacitor, a hyperpowered plasma generator or any thing that requires more than the belief of all of us all the time that we have the power within us to save our species from ourselves.
The energy is the same.
No big line item budgetary expenditure that'll break the bank and allow me to put my name on the side of some powerful looking edifice.
It hurts me just to think about the metaphors I'm avoiding to describe the indescribable.
I'm just glad that I am unimportant and perfectly flawed so I can remove myself from the picture I can't describe that is right here in front of me.
It is about the people, not the institutions or governments.
It is about states of energy that we don't know how to measure.
I don't know why I'm here feeling and seeing what I can't feel and see but it is what it is.
Someone please take it away from me.
I am not interested in being me right now.
Just another guy on the block who likes his beer and booze in moderation, random sports on TV, a comfortable chair to sit in and has a face that's easily forgotten in passing.
I know who I am and it's not fair. Someone better than me should have what is here in me, in this humble, overweight, jolly body.
It's not like what I know makes me happy or puts food on the table or cures cancers or prevents malnutrition.
These are words, words, words.
I am an old, old man, broken, trying to look up, at peace with myself and yet full of sorrow.
I wish I had advice about what to do next.
Yes, I can pray and meditate and listen to the voice within.
And yes I have.
"Go," it says without hesitation.
Into the unknown?
Where I won't be able to come back as I am?
Haven't I already been here many times before, asking the same question and cycling back to the same answer?
The pain is almost unbearable, certainly not worth writing about.
Humour won't help this time.
Once more, I'm stepping deep into a meditative prayer/trance in the middle of all that's going on, unaware of what you're saying around or near me, except as echoes that will rise up out of my thoughts when I return.
It's a journey to a place where communicating using that which we cannot see is right in front of us and we are blissfully unaware of its power to act on more than the activities of one species in a global ecosystem in a solar system in a galaxy in the universe as we know it is almost more than one can bear.
As always, I'm thankful that we're here together to make it possible.
I'm all too happy to share this moment with you because, frankly, it's all we've got.
You are intelligent so let's spend this moment together wisely.
Talk to you soon...I hope.
Too much lately, I've felt the pressure to perform, like a circus animal trapped in a traveling zoo full of controlled but entertaining behaviours.
The circles within a circle are here for all of us, seven billion strong as usual.
I can give space here for our voices but there are circles in which voices have no meaning where I need to be for a while.
Perhaps I will bring back meaning to our lives or at least connections worth pursuing.
I'm not projecting astrally or jumping on spaceships hidden behind passing comets (or passing comments).
I'm still here, these states of energy flowing in and out of the fluctuating superset of states of energy in this area of the inner solar system.
It is a personal journey I desire but don't relish, having hesitated for so many years I don't remember when I first knew what I had to do to completely be who/what I am and/or was/is/am meant to be.
Tapping into a resource that, from this angle, appears stronger than I believe I can handle.
But I know I will have the strength I need when I need it most/least.
I don't need a flux capacitor, a hyperpowered plasma generator or any thing that requires more than the belief of all of us all the time that we have the power within us to save our species from ourselves.
The energy is the same.
No big line item budgetary expenditure that'll break the bank and allow me to put my name on the side of some powerful looking edifice.
It hurts me just to think about the metaphors I'm avoiding to describe the indescribable.
I'm just glad that I am unimportant and perfectly flawed so I can remove myself from the picture I can't describe that is right here in front of me.
It is about the people, not the institutions or governments.
It is about states of energy that we don't know how to measure.
I don't know why I'm here feeling and seeing what I can't feel and see but it is what it is.
Someone please take it away from me.
I am not interested in being me right now.
Just another guy on the block who likes his beer and booze in moderation, random sports on TV, a comfortable chair to sit in and has a face that's easily forgotten in passing.
I know who I am and it's not fair. Someone better than me should have what is here in me, in this humble, overweight, jolly body.
It's not like what I know makes me happy or puts food on the table or cures cancers or prevents malnutrition.
These are words, words, words.
I am an old, old man, broken, trying to look up, at peace with myself and yet full of sorrow.
I wish I had advice about what to do next.
Yes, I can pray and meditate and listen to the voice within.
And yes I have.
"Go," it says without hesitation.
Into the unknown?
Where I won't be able to come back as I am?
Haven't I already been here many times before, asking the same question and cycling back to the same answer?
The pain is almost unbearable, certainly not worth writing about.
Humour won't help this time.
Once more, I'm stepping deep into a meditative prayer/trance in the middle of all that's going on, unaware of what you're saying around or near me, except as echoes that will rise up out of my thoughts when I return.
It's a journey to a place where communicating using that which we cannot see is right in front of us and we are blissfully unaware of its power to act on more than the activities of one species in a global ecosystem in a solar system in a galaxy in the universe as we know it is almost more than one can bear.
As always, I'm thankful that we're here together to make it possible.
I'm all too happy to share this moment with you because, frankly, it's all we've got.
You are intelligent so let's spend this moment together wisely.
Talk to you soon...I hope.
Saturday, February 12, 2011
Welcome to "The Right Is Priced!"
Generations from now, when these bones are dust, ashes from the funeral pyre of a great leader will fan the lanes of corduroy lines that shifting bands of air pressure we call wind have found.
Archaeologists will analyse tubes of Bob Barker shaving cream as well preserved as any aged starlet.
Laser-guided golf balls will make holes-in-one par.
Sport coats will sport tissue box dispensers with pockets for recycling composters bearing posters of sports stars sportingly tearing tissues while pushing envelopes across finish lines.
Legislators will debate humour in the first degree.
Hotel and house cleaners will host hotelier house guests with names like Jose de Jesus Rodriguez, may he rest in peace.
Stacked rows of rowers and bikers will replace horsepower as horsepower for long-distance haulers when switchgrass is no longer cost-effective fodder for fuel-starved iron horses.
A strawberry picker attracts magnates like magnets.
Lithuania petitions the U.S. not to abolish the apparent population redistribution sewn into social security payments for expats populating lithe housing estates.
Stonecutters slice off their spite to face their noses.
The price of eggs in China is no yolk.
Swiss yodelers form barbershop quartets in Peruvian Thai bazaars Bavarian-style.
Bizarre though it may be, Byzantine Ovaltine cup sales extrude Trudy's trunks through troughs to take microfiber development to new peaks in valleys.
A missile silo becomes a home for war orphans.
Bald female board members make bold statements.
That's tomorrow's news today. Now, back to yesterday again once more.
Archaeologists will analyse tubes of Bob Barker shaving cream as well preserved as any aged starlet.
Laser-guided golf balls will make holes-in-one par.
Sport coats will sport tissue box dispensers with pockets for recycling composters bearing posters of sports stars sportingly tearing tissues while pushing envelopes across finish lines.
Legislators will debate humour in the first degree.
Hotel and house cleaners will host hotelier house guests with names like Jose de Jesus Rodriguez, may he rest in peace.
Stacked rows of rowers and bikers will replace horsepower as horsepower for long-distance haulers when switchgrass is no longer cost-effective fodder for fuel-starved iron horses.
A strawberry picker attracts magnates like magnets.
Lithuania petitions the U.S. not to abolish the apparent population redistribution sewn into social security payments for expats populating lithe housing estates.
Stonecutters slice off their spite to face their noses.
The price of eggs in China is no yolk.
Swiss yodelers form barbershop quartets in Peruvian Thai bazaars Bavarian-style.
Bizarre though it may be, Byzantine Ovaltine cup sales extrude Trudy's trunks through troughs to take microfiber development to new peaks in valleys.
A missile silo becomes a home for war orphans.
Bald female board members make bold statements.
That's tomorrow's news today. Now, back to yesterday again once more.
Wednesday, February 9, 2011
Take A Chill Pill
While we work to ensure that a representative government can provide support for the people of Egypt (what's the point of being free to speak/assemble if you and your family starve?), I try to keep this narrative going.
Looking across a multibillion lightyear matrix to assess possible futures, I sometimes forget that anyone reading this is more concerned about what's going to happen today or tomorrow to immediate friends and family.
I also forget that you don't know which blog entries are purely fictional and which are statements/predictions about facts.
Remember, this blog serves as the billboard for announcements/adverts in a fictional universe that closely parallels ours.
As the Committee's Storyteller-In-Residence (and rotating team leader/member), I have the responsibility to both entertain and inform.
There is no demographically defined target audience. Every person in our seven-billion strong species is available for characterisation.
One blog entry may reflect the opinion of an old man who feels the world has left him behind.
One blog entry may be about an Indian family running a hotel franchise, or a man in the military traveling out-of-town, weary but alert and leary of strangers.
As temporary Committee leader, I move from place to place to MBWA (manage by walking around).
You are the input to the system. Your actions, your social connections and your life story (the narrative that appears through hindsight) give me insight into how the future is going to work out to our species' benefit.
How you choose to behave is yours to choose for yourself and your family.
I had planned a series of blog entries showing you how we break down social connections into basic building blocks that we have programmed for every type of social situation.
However, a behaviourist pointed out that we had not accurately programmed the chemical and quantum exchanges.
So, the series will have to wait.
Which means I have to talk to you about something you probably already know.
In other words, you can skip this next part.
Education.
Do you think if you can read this that you are educated?
As a specialist who holds peer-selected awards for excellence in your field of study, would you submit yourself to being placed in a maze where gaining exit before you starved or suffocated required absolute knowledge of your specialty?
Of course, your life is that maze.
Do one thing at a time and do it well.
That's what this blog is about, educating me, teaching me that knowing and telling the future is much more serious than I bargained for.
I just wanted to help my friends and family improve the return on their investments.
How was I to know that no genie goes back into a bottle?
Maybe I need to go to Central America and find that old lady's family again, ask them if they have any family lore that would ease my worries that the future is uncertain and not as predictably true as my predictions have shown with increasing accuracy.
Otherwise, there will come a time when we know so well what's going to happen next that we can intuitively jump forward past great leaps of innovation because we already have lived through them in our pinpoint future projections.
Don't stop loving your family and trusting strangers. We're all in this moment that leads to a bright future together.
Looking across a multibillion lightyear matrix to assess possible futures, I sometimes forget that anyone reading this is more concerned about what's going to happen today or tomorrow to immediate friends and family.
I also forget that you don't know which blog entries are purely fictional and which are statements/predictions about facts.
Remember, this blog serves as the billboard for announcements/adverts in a fictional universe that closely parallels ours.
As the Committee's Storyteller-In-Residence (and rotating team leader/member), I have the responsibility to both entertain and inform.
There is no demographically defined target audience. Every person in our seven-billion strong species is available for characterisation.
One blog entry may reflect the opinion of an old man who feels the world has left him behind.
One blog entry may be about an Indian family running a hotel franchise, or a man in the military traveling out-of-town, weary but alert and leary of strangers.
As temporary Committee leader, I move from place to place to MBWA (manage by walking around).
You are the input to the system. Your actions, your social connections and your life story (the narrative that appears through hindsight) give me insight into how the future is going to work out to our species' benefit.
How you choose to behave is yours to choose for yourself and your family.
I had planned a series of blog entries showing you how we break down social connections into basic building blocks that we have programmed for every type of social situation.
However, a behaviourist pointed out that we had not accurately programmed the chemical and quantum exchanges.
So, the series will have to wait.
Which means I have to talk to you about something you probably already know.
In other words, you can skip this next part.
Education.
Do you think if you can read this that you are educated?
As a specialist who holds peer-selected awards for excellence in your field of study, would you submit yourself to being placed in a maze where gaining exit before you starved or suffocated required absolute knowledge of your specialty?
Of course, your life is that maze.
Do one thing at a time and do it well.
That's what this blog is about, educating me, teaching me that knowing and telling the future is much more serious than I bargained for.
I just wanted to help my friends and family improve the return on their investments.
How was I to know that no genie goes back into a bottle?
Maybe I need to go to Central America and find that old lady's family again, ask them if they have any family lore that would ease my worries that the future is uncertain and not as predictably true as my predictions have shown with increasing accuracy.
Otherwise, there will come a time when we know so well what's going to happen next that we can intuitively jump forward past great leaps of innovation because we already have lived through them in our pinpoint future projections.
Don't stop loving your family and trusting strangers. We're all in this moment that leads to a bright future together.
Monday, February 7, 2011
Engaged To Be Marred
Question [ubiquitous, superfluous, obvious]: How do you keep a group of people motivated in the long run?
Assign them meaningful tasks to get them to achieve small goals that point to bigger and bigger payoffs while the major payday stays far in the future, relatively speaking. In other words, local political entities should reform via grassroots efforts that will build toward regional and national innovation worth the people's patience.
I'm keeping relatively quiet for a few days - something big's coming up and I don't want to spoil the surprise (either that, or the Committee has asked me to keep my mouth shut once more - as usual, the reason is meaningless, the action is all).
I'll close with this thought: intertwining, helical lives in the web of social progress lead us forward and take us back - will you take me back if I can't take it back?
Back to you in the studio...
Assign them meaningful tasks to get them to achieve small goals that point to bigger and bigger payoffs while the major payday stays far in the future, relatively speaking. In other words, local political entities should reform via grassroots efforts that will build toward regional and national innovation worth the people's patience.
I'm keeping relatively quiet for a few days - something big's coming up and I don't want to spoil the surprise (either that, or the Committee has asked me to keep my mouth shut once more - as usual, the reason is meaningless, the action is all).
I'll close with this thought: intertwining, helical lives in the web of social progress lead us forward and take us back - will you take me back if I can't take it back?
Back to you in the studio...
Thursday, February 3, 2011
Leaving the Flea Circus of the Obvious
In my hand, four items. Can you guess what they are?
Since we're members of the same species on the same planet, it's not an infinite choice so I'll go ahead and tell you:
hoarder...ahem, a collector of memorabilia, I use pieces of data like these for fun inputs into the computer programmers' work.
More as it develops...
Since we're members of the same species on the same planet, it's not an infinite choice so I'll go ahead and tell you:
- My American Red Cross blood donation record from my university days, starting at Georgia Tech.
- A business card from Joe Anderson, Hypnosis Services Unlimited ("Weight, Smoking, Sales, Sports, Phobias, Concentration, Confidence, Impotence & Sex, Problems, Breast Development, Pain Control; Reasonable Rates, Over 20 Yrs. Exp.; 100 Rose Drive, Knoxville, TN 37918").
- Montgomery Ward Chargall card.
- First American's Anytime Banker Transaction Record from 2/07/86.
- One unopened box of Carter's X-PERT(R) Correction Tabs (30 Mylar Tabs, 1"x2-3/4").
- Heritage Federal 24-Hour Banking Card, with ATM Locator Service via 800-number.
- North Port Bank deposit envelope.
More as it develops...
Wednesday, February 2, 2011
Rooftops or treetops - which is the hotter heat island?
The cursor flashes, a sideways unibrow mocking me, daring me to show that honesty is the best policy.
But I'm a storyteller, I tell the cursor, which cannot hear or think, meaning I talk to myself, instead.
I have the licence to fib, to stretch the truth, to hide facts in innuendo and nuance.
I am not a journalist.
I am a person sitting here putting finger to key, one at a time, for almost 40 years now (and stylus to paper for much longer).
A narrator coaxes the reader forward, leaving thought trail crumbs that may or may not be picked up later on.
Ignore that which I do not explicitly or implicity spin into my web, the writer says.
But what about a thought trail that has sat there unattended for longer than I, the simultaneous writer/reader, thought I could remember with ease?
Facts don't lie although what we see in the facts is not the truth.
How much can two lives parallel each other without crossing?
And when they do, what then?
An intersection of two lines/lives is a point.
Lines point off in infinite directions from a point.
What is the point of the point?
A meeting of the minds, we used to say, when mind was something we minded and kept in mind before there was nothing in mind to mind anymore.
Two sets of thoughts, let's say in modern parlance, temporarily passing through one another, demonstrating the cause-and-effect that a superset may imply unintentionally.
If A=B and A=C, then can you safely assume that B=C?
I can't, because I'm not sure what A is.
But it shouldn't matter whether I know what A stands for, right?
Let's say, also, that B is a domestic lifestyle with which I'm wholly familiar and I can tell from here that C is about the same.
Do I know that A is truly equivalent by inference?
"Experiment and test" is the conclusive phrase that gels in my thoughts and reaches this blog entry while the Well-Tempered Synthesizer reaches my ears from the laptop computer speakers.
Results to follow.
But I'm a storyteller, I tell the cursor, which cannot hear or think, meaning I talk to myself, instead.
I have the licence to fib, to stretch the truth, to hide facts in innuendo and nuance.
I am not a journalist.
I am a person sitting here putting finger to key, one at a time, for almost 40 years now (and stylus to paper for much longer).
A narrator coaxes the reader forward, leaving thought trail crumbs that may or may not be picked up later on.
Ignore that which I do not explicitly or implicity spin into my web, the writer says.
But what about a thought trail that has sat there unattended for longer than I, the simultaneous writer/reader, thought I could remember with ease?
Facts don't lie although what we see in the facts is not the truth.
How much can two lives parallel each other without crossing?
And when they do, what then?
An intersection of two lines/lives is a point.
Lines point off in infinite directions from a point.
What is the point of the point?
A meeting of the minds, we used to say, when mind was something we minded and kept in mind before there was nothing in mind to mind anymore.
Two sets of thoughts, let's say in modern parlance, temporarily passing through one another, demonstrating the cause-and-effect that a superset may imply unintentionally.
If A=B and A=C, then can you safely assume that B=C?
I can't, because I'm not sure what A is.
But it shouldn't matter whether I know what A stands for, right?
Let's say, also, that B is a domestic lifestyle with which I'm wholly familiar and I can tell from here that C is about the same.
Do I know that A is truly equivalent by inference?
"Experiment and test" is the conclusive phrase that gels in my thoughts and reaches this blog entry while the Well-Tempered Synthesizer reaches my ears from the laptop computer speakers.
Results to follow.
Tuesday, February 1, 2011
Out of Math and Physics is History...
Looking back over some old bookmarks, I came across this.
It is good to remember when there were times that large groups of people got along. Here is one person's view of such times for us to consider when deciding how to react rationally to world events:
Let's hope we do this right and not jump back into recent derogatory quarrels that get us nowhere.
It is good to remember when there were times that large groups of people got along. Here is one person's view of such times for us to consider when deciding how to react rationally to world events:
As you know, Islamic civilizations rise in the 7th century, and start to fall dramatically in the 14th century for many reasons.
When we discuss the history of this civilization, you could understand that fact.
Before start to talk about contribution of Islamic civilization in human civilization, I would like to present some historical facts, also some ‘’western’’ references:
Here are some interested points:
- Baghdad was the center of the world in the 9th century. It population around two millions.
- The first translation university was built in Baghdad in the 9th century. It was called (Dar Al Hikmah) or Wisdom House. They translated hundred thousands of Greek, Persian, Roman, Hebrew, and Indian documents and books to Arabic.
- For the first time, Jews, Muslims and Christian succeeded to live in peace in liberal (semi democratic society) in Spain in the 10th century.
- Many schools of laws were established in 11th and 12 century.
- The largest Islamic State is Indonesia (20% of Muslims in the world), no Islamic army reached this State. The people converted to Islam due to economical relations, the same as Malaysia and SE Asia.
The collapse of Islamic civilization could be concluded by these reasons:
- Crusaders wars: 200 years of religious catholic wars against Muslims, Jews and orthodox Christian. These wars exhausted the ME societies.
- Mongolian wars: Before the end of crusaders wars, Mongolian invaded the East. They destroyed Baghdad, killed 800000 people and burn its well known library.
- Fall of Spain: Muslims lost Spain in the end of 15th after 800 years of great civilization. Spanish changed the trading from ME to South Africa, which had great economical impact.
- Islamic scholars stopped developing the laws since 14 century, which made many of them not suitable for modern societies.
- Ottoman Empire, ruled the Islamic world recently. They involved in many wars with Russia, Romania, Balkan, Greece, UK, France , Egypt … which converted it to military State.
Islamic civilization and Science
Specific Muslims scientists and their contribution in human civilization:
- Alhazen, is considered as the father of modern Optics:
http://www.unhas.ac.id/~rhiza/saintis/haitham.html
http://brightbytes.com/cosite/what.html
-Sample of Muslims scientists and their contribution in different fields:
http://www.unhas.ac.id/~rhiza/saintis/
-The first world map by AL-IDRIS
http://www.soundsofislam.com/idrisi.html
- Islam and medicine:
Guardian Newspapers, 9/10/2003
http://www.buzzle.co.uk/editorials/9-10-2003-45271.asp
Chemical medicine
http://www.nlm.nih.gov/hmd/arabic/ch...medicine5.html
Chemistry or al-kimiya
http://www.tlchm.bris.ac.uk/webproje...mer/arabic.htm
Muslims and Weapon
http://www.sfusd.k12.ca.us/schwww/sc.../Weapons2.html
- Mathematics
History of mathematics: you can choose from 500 to 1300, most of scientists have Arab or Islamic names:
http://www-groups.dcs.st-and.ac.uk/~...ogy/index.html
About 810
House of Wisdom set up in Baghdad. There Greek and Indian mathematical and astronomy works are translated into Arabic.
About 810
Al-Khwarizmi writes important works on arithmetic, algebra, geography, and astronomy. In particular Hisab al-jabr w'al-muqabala (Calculation by Completion and Balancing), gives us the word "algebra", from "al-jabr". From al-Khwarizmi's name, as a consequence of his arithmetic book, comes the word "algorithm".
About 850
Thabit ibn Qurra makes important mathematical discoveries such as the extension of the concept of number to (positive) real numbers, integral calculus, theorems in spherical trigonometry, analytic geometry, and non-euclidean geometry.
About 850
Thabit ibn Qurra writes Book on the determination of amicable numbers which contains general methods to construct amicable numbers. He knows the pair of amicable numbers 17296, 18416.
About 900
Abu Kamil writes Book on algebra which studies applications of algebra to geometrical problems. It will be the book on which Fibonacci will base his works.
920
Al-Battani writes Kitab al-Zij a major work on astronomy in 57 chapters. It contains advances in trigonometry.
About 960
Al-Uqlidisi writes Kitab al-fusul fi al-hisab al-Hindi which is the earliest surviving book that presents the Hindu system.
About 970
Abu'l-Wafa invents the wall quadrant for the accurate measurement of the declination of stars in the sky. He writes important books on arithmetic and geometric constructions. He introduces the tangent function and produces improved methods of calculating trigonometric tables.
976
Codex Vigilanus copied in Spain. Contains the first evidence of decimal numbers in Europe.
About 990Can we see how it is one species here and not groups partitioned by political boundaries?
Al-Karaji writes Al-Fakhri in Baghdad which develops algebra. He gives Pascal's triangle.
About 1000
Ibn al-Haytham (often called Alhazen) writes works on optics, including a theory of light and a theory of vision, astronomy, and mathematics, including geometry and number theory. He gives Alhazen's problem: Given a light source and a spherical mirror, find the point on the mirror were the light will be reflected to the eye of an observer.
About 1010
Al-Biruni writes on many scientific topics. His work on mathematics covers arithmetic, summation of series, combinatorial analysis, the rule of three, irrational numbers, ratio theory, algebraic definitions, method of solving algebraic equations, geometry, Archimedes' theorems, trisection of the angle and other problems which cannot be solved with ruler and compass alone, conic sections, stereometry, stereographic projection, trigonometry, the sine theorem in the plane, and solving spherical triangles.
About 1020
Ibn Sina (usually called Avicenna) writes on philosophy, medicine, psychology, geology, mathematics, astronomy, and logic. His important mathematical work Kitab al-Shifa' (The Book of Healing) divides mathematics into four major topics, geometry, astronomy, arithmetic, and music.
1040
Ahmad al-Nasawi writes al-Muqni'fi al-Hisab al-Hindi which studies four different number systems. He explains the operations of arithmetic, particularly taking square and cube roots in each system.
1072
Al-Khayyami (usually known as Omar Khayyam) writes Treatise on Demonstration of Problems of Algebra which contains a complete classification of cubic equations with geometric solutions found by means of intersecting conic sections. He measures the length of the year to be 365.24219858156 days, a remarkably accurate result.
1130
Jabir ibn Aflah writes works on mathematics which, although not as good as many other Arabic works, are important since they will be translated into Latin and become available to European mathematicians.
1142
Adelard of Bath produces two or three translations of Euclid's Elements from Arabic.
1149
Al-Samawal writes al-Bahir fi'l-jabr (The brilliant in algebra). He develops algebra with polynomials using negative powers and zero. He solves quadratic equations, sums the squares of the first n natural numbers, and looks at combinatorial problems.
1150
Arabic numerals are introduced into Europe with Gherard of Cremona's translation of Ptolemy's Almagest. The name of the "sine" function comes from this translation.
1411
Al-Kashi writes Compendium of the Science of Astronomy.
1424
Al-Kashi writes Treatise on the Circumference giving a remarkably good approximation to in both sexagesimal and decimal forms.
1427
Al-Kashi completes The Key to Arithmetic containing work of great depth on decimal fractions. It applies arithmetical and algebraic methods to the solution of various problems, including several geometric ones and is one of the best textbooks in the whole of medieval literature.
will be continued ..............
Let's hope we do this right and not jump back into recent derogatory quarrels that get us nowhere.
More great news for search engine purists
Every great tester knows that boundary conditions, though well-defined in specifications or work orders, rarely are what they seem until you test, test, test. They still confound you at the most inconvenient times, preferably not in a life-threatening situation, but it has and does happen anyway.
You could say the same about letting speculators drive up the cost of commodities with no connection to the "reality" (or realty) of supply and demand. As an easy example, the price of oil should be tied to current/future supplies, with brakes or limits that prevent false bubbles (which, on a side note, would prevent conglomerates with financial subsidiaries from padding quarterly statements to hide or diminish the poor performance of their hard/soft product divisions).
The same goes for search engines, as well-documented in the email copied below:
The Weekly Feed #55: Google Heavily Penalizes Websites, Great Nutrition for your Blog Visitors and Speak2Tweet for Egyptians
Tue, Feb 01, 2011 1:18 am
Welcome to Issue #55 of The Weekly Feed. If this email was forwarded to you by a friend, you can subscribe on this page. The Weekly Feed is published once a week when we have news, information and helpful tips to share. Unsubscribe instructions are at the end of this message. You can read previous editions of The Weekly Feed on our blog where we may also post additional content.
Our site of the week is the awesome Nutrition search engine SkipThePie.org that gives you your very own nutrition search widget for your blog's sidebar. Visitors can get detailed nutrition data without leaving your blog. I've already put it on my personal blog so that I can look up calories before I eat them - and hopefully it helps a few of my visitors stay in shape too.
Three days ago Google launched and update that may radically affect the amount of search engine traffic your blog or website gets. They're calling it a minor update to their algorithm, but it has already had a major effect on some sites. 8 Days ago I mentioned on Hacker News that a site that was scraping the popular StackOverflow was ranking higher than them - by republishing their content. Well Google has updated their algorithm and the scraper site's traffic immediately plummeted by about 90%. The day-over-day drop is 40%. I'm not a fan of sites that steal content, but ouch!!
Here is Matt Cutts, head of Google's anti-spam team making the announcement a few days ago.
From industry buzz it seems that Google is going after two kinds of sites this year. The first is sites that scrape content from others and republish that content unmodified (scraper sites). The second is sites who have low quality content farms, where large numbers of low wage humans generate low quality content purely to try and attract search engine traffic. We've now seen hard evidence of the new anti-scraper policy but not much evidence of Google going after content farms.
If you run a blog or content site that relies on SEO traffic, here is how you need to react to this:
- Make sure you limit the amount of republished content.
- If you do republish content, make sure there is at least the same amount of original content on the same page to balance it out.
- Beware publishing large amounts of low quality content. We haven't seen any evidence of penalties in this area yet, but trust me they're coming.
I'm also modifying my back-link strategy slightly:
Google has always had a duplicate content penalty but over the last few years scrapers have gotten good at getting around that by mixing and matching content and adding just enough of their own to have it appear unique to a machine. Now Google have made a few additional changes to their search algorithm to penalize scraper sites. The question is, what changes did they make?
My guess is that one of the things they are looking at is the number of "deep links" you have from other websites linking to content deep in your own site. Sites that scrape content tend to have many links from high ranking sites to their home page but few links to content deep in the site because people just don't find the content valuable enough.
So one of the ways I'm reacting to this algorithm change is to make sure that it's not just our home page that is linked to, but pages deep within the site too.
Expect to see a few more changes from Google like this as the year progresses. Remember, the most important thing is to have unique and useful content and to let the right websites know about it.
Lastly, Google just launched a service that you'll hear about in the news tomorrow to help Egyptians stay in touch with the rest of the world as the government there removes Internet and Cellphone access. It's called Speak2Tweet and it's a collaboration between Twitter and Google. Here's the quote from Google's Blog in case you don't have web access and are in Egypt:
"It’s already live and anyone can tweet by simply leaving a voicemail on one of these international phone numbers (+16504194196 or +390662207294 or +97316199855) and the service will instantly tweet the message using the hashtag #egypt. No Internet connection is required. People can listen to the messages by dialing the same phone numbers or going to twitter.com/speak2tweet."
There are already some incredible messages being posted by Egyptians including this one referring to the million person march planned for tomorrow.
On a personal note, having lived through the transition of South Africa to a democracy, I'd like to wish any Egyptians who are Weekly Feed subscribers or Feedjit members a safe and influential week!
Best regards,
Mark MaunderFeedjit Founder & CEO
Monday, January 31, 2011
Three Mirrors
I started to ask if you believe in time. But the fact is I don't.
States of energy spin in place or they bounce to/through some other spin cycle.
My scalp itches, which tells me I'm thinking about something important to say.
Question is, will I say it?
Can you understand that which is not some form of states of energy?
Can you look at a stack of fabric or woven carbon fiber and see our universe as one set of strands intersecting another?
Can you forget the concept of position-and-momentum?
Literally, you cannot, because you are the embodiment of position-and-momentum.
We would like to think of universes similar to ours that change only slightly, like some sort of butterfly effect or negative photographic image.
In fact, we use the term universe to describe our conditions here and project some idea of universe onto that which we cannot see, and only barely imagine, to account for our inability to sum the parts of our universe to 100%.
And yet, I can pick up the phone, talk to a person I haven't seen or heard in eighteen years, and carry on a conversation as if we'd looped around and come back to the same point again, our eighteen-year loops acting like individual universes, as if we were treading water until our loops completed a circle and intersected.
Our brains preserving neuronal connections as if they were going to be reused one day, almost as if they knew they were going to be reused one day.
As if...but cause and effect are illusions, are they not? Or at least they're mysteries we wish to keep unsolved.
Can I use any points of reality in this universe to serve as an example of "universes" that have no relation to this one, without resorting to the trickery, or false illusion of certainty, of mathematics?
Or do I drop a pebble in the pond and wait for someone on the opposite shore to interpret the purpose of the unknown origin of the waves lapping the beach?
Surely, you can imagine a ghost that you can't see and it can't see or encounter you in any physical way.
But that's giving the other entity a familiar shape when there is no familiar shape to that which you cannot see or interact with.
The word "entity" itself is more than what that you cannot see deserves.
As some have said, many universes (to keep using a familiar term) are uninteresting, in and of themselves.
But it doesn't prevent us from constructing a model with which we can figure out how to convert our states of energy into a useful form in one of those uninteresting systems, as long as we don't get too distracted from the more mundane tasks of rocketing representatives of planet Earth to other parts of the solar system/galaxy.
Breaking down and building up the model of ourselves as a single species in the process.
All while keeping an eye on those who're addicted to selfish hoarding of commercial assets and willing to destroy the environment and the lives of others in order to feed their addictions.
There's a difference between healthy economic growth and economic growth for the sake of those with a technically medical psychological disorder we jokingly call greed and/or obsessive/compulsive gambling.
You see, keeping track of all seven billion of us has its benefits - diagnosing illnesses on the personal and global scale, and treating them according to personal and global needs.
Persecution complex or delusions of grandeur will be dealt with.
We can't say with certainty how these "cures" will make society any better, but we can say we acted honestly in our attempt to improve the overall health of the species and its place in the global ecosystem.
Doesn't matter how big of a private army you've amassed for yourself, we know who you are and how to get to you. We can set private army against private army, if need be, to accomplish our tasks of saving the species from itself - you don't need another demonstration to know we can and we do.
In the meantime, I have to monitor my states of energy for signs of unnatural changes or deviations that are trending away from the norm for my states of energy.
After all, I know who I am, becoming conscious of my self at age five, constantly testing my abilities and my social connections along the way to now.
While the economic hoarders think they're deciding what to do about the future of Egypt, unnecessarily scared that a modern Islamic revolution may not be democratic, because they know other vultures like themselves would love to declare a democracy but really run a dictatorship or oligarchy of some kind, the Committee is moving forward with its plan to give power to the people, to form a balance, a barrier against those ill with obsessive gambling/hoarding disease.
If the Muslim Brotherhood is willing to ensure the power base is a type of representative government, they're invited. If not, then we'll give decisionmaking to ones we already have in place to act swiftly through word-of-mouth or other old-fashioned means to get the message to those who seek true freedom within the realm of intelligence/marketplace transactions that their desires will be fulfilled with their kind of democratically-minded people.
Meanwhile, I've got an eighteen-year loop to examine more closely and see if it'll help me explain to you a boundary line where states of energy meet the unimaginable.
Thanks to Kwasis at Rave today.
States of energy spin in place or they bounce to/through some other spin cycle.
My scalp itches, which tells me I'm thinking about something important to say.
Question is, will I say it?
Can you understand that which is not some form of states of energy?
Can you look at a stack of fabric or woven carbon fiber and see our universe as one set of strands intersecting another?
Can you forget the concept of position-and-momentum?
Literally, you cannot, because you are the embodiment of position-and-momentum.
We would like to think of universes similar to ours that change only slightly, like some sort of butterfly effect or negative photographic image.
In fact, we use the term universe to describe our conditions here and project some idea of universe onto that which we cannot see, and only barely imagine, to account for our inability to sum the parts of our universe to 100%.
And yet, I can pick up the phone, talk to a person I haven't seen or heard in eighteen years, and carry on a conversation as if we'd looped around and come back to the same point again, our eighteen-year loops acting like individual universes, as if we were treading water until our loops completed a circle and intersected.
Our brains preserving neuronal connections as if they were going to be reused one day, almost as if they knew they were going to be reused one day.
As if...but cause and effect are illusions, are they not? Or at least they're mysteries we wish to keep unsolved.
Can I use any points of reality in this universe to serve as an example of "universes" that have no relation to this one, without resorting to the trickery, or false illusion of certainty, of mathematics?
Or do I drop a pebble in the pond and wait for someone on the opposite shore to interpret the purpose of the unknown origin of the waves lapping the beach?
Surely, you can imagine a ghost that you can't see and it can't see or encounter you in any physical way.
But that's giving the other entity a familiar shape when there is no familiar shape to that which you cannot see or interact with.
The word "entity" itself is more than what that you cannot see deserves.
As some have said, many universes (to keep using a familiar term) are uninteresting, in and of themselves.
But it doesn't prevent us from constructing a model with which we can figure out how to convert our states of energy into a useful form in one of those uninteresting systems, as long as we don't get too distracted from the more mundane tasks of rocketing representatives of planet Earth to other parts of the solar system/galaxy.
Breaking down and building up the model of ourselves as a single species in the process.
All while keeping an eye on those who're addicted to selfish hoarding of commercial assets and willing to destroy the environment and the lives of others in order to feed their addictions.
There's a difference between healthy economic growth and economic growth for the sake of those with a technically medical psychological disorder we jokingly call greed and/or obsessive/compulsive gambling.
You see, keeping track of all seven billion of us has its benefits - diagnosing illnesses on the personal and global scale, and treating them according to personal and global needs.
Persecution complex or delusions of grandeur will be dealt with.
We can't say with certainty how these "cures" will make society any better, but we can say we acted honestly in our attempt to improve the overall health of the species and its place in the global ecosystem.
Doesn't matter how big of a private army you've amassed for yourself, we know who you are and how to get to you. We can set private army against private army, if need be, to accomplish our tasks of saving the species from itself - you don't need another demonstration to know we can and we do.
In the meantime, I have to monitor my states of energy for signs of unnatural changes or deviations that are trending away from the norm for my states of energy.
After all, I know who I am, becoming conscious of my self at age five, constantly testing my abilities and my social connections along the way to now.
While the economic hoarders think they're deciding what to do about the future of Egypt, unnecessarily scared that a modern Islamic revolution may not be democratic, because they know other vultures like themselves would love to declare a democracy but really run a dictatorship or oligarchy of some kind, the Committee is moving forward with its plan to give power to the people, to form a balance, a barrier against those ill with obsessive gambling/hoarding disease.
If the Muslim Brotherhood is willing to ensure the power base is a type of representative government, they're invited. If not, then we'll give decisionmaking to ones we already have in place to act swiftly through word-of-mouth or other old-fashioned means to get the message to those who seek true freedom within the realm of intelligence/marketplace transactions that their desires will be fulfilled with their kind of democratically-minded people.
Meanwhile, I've got an eighteen-year loop to examine more closely and see if it'll help me explain to you a boundary line where states of energy meet the unimaginable.
Thanks to Kwasis at Rave today.
Shazam!
While I topped off the water in my 55-gallon aquarium, watching the green and brown algae pieces spin in mini-eddies between the filters and pumps which keep water circulating healthily, I asked the living creatures inside, "Who are you?"
The gurgling of popping water bubbles was the response.
I don't know how many letters, emails and IMs I get requesting the identities of the Committee members and the two in the know.
I repeat, they aren't who you think they are.
We have bigger fish to fry than you can possibly imagine.
And the fish don't come from the depleting stock of marine animals readily available and palatable for eating, either.
And those of you who have jumped up and down about the phrase "New World Order" need to understand that every day of our species' modern existence has been a reformation of the New World Order, so don't create conspiracies or theories about hidden agendas.
Remember, this is about all seven billion of us, including our personal beliefs, habits and locations.
We take into account every cult, religion, occult practice, secular behaviour, lifestyle and spending trend in which you participate.
Your life, unbeknownst to most of you, is a series of tests to ensure you are behaving as you appear to behave. Unlike what some will tell you, we have no specific plan for you - we just want to know what you're doing and how it changes the interconnections between other groups of states of energy like yourself.
You are always free to choose your behaviour in the moment.
We would like to believe every one of you makes a conscientious effort to choose your behaviour wisely.
But we know better.
That's why we work with the animatronic and computer graphics industry to get your children used to watching CG videos and playing videogames so when they visit zoos and aquariums, they can't tell the real animals from the robotic ones we're slowly putting in place to make exotic animal husbandry more affordable and controllable.
Eventually, your children's children won't tell the difference between a real member of our species and an artificial one, enabling us to keep our species' behaviour more orderly.
Until then, here's a story a friend told me about her family (I've changed the situation slightly to protect the participants).
An aunt of my friend kept calling my friend, Elizabeth, about problems with the toilet.
Elizabeth would check out the toilet and find no problem but her aunt insisted that Elizabeth stop by every time there was a problem.
Elizabeth bought her aunt a toilet plunger and showed her aunt how to use it.
Still, her aunt kept calling.
Exasperated, Elizabeth asked her uncle if he knew what the problem was.
He didn't. He said that everytime he sat on the toilet, his testicles would hang down into the water and he'd tell his wife, Elizabeth's aunt, about how the level of the water in the toilet kept seeming to rise, his personal joke about the effect of gravity on an old man's set of balls.
After a good laugh at her uncle's joke, Elizabeth explained to her aunt that the problem wasn't a stopped-up toilet but that gravity and old age had gotten the best of her aunt's husband.
The aunt laughed and apologised. She said that she understood. She was looking in the mirror the other day, thinking that her belly was hanging over her pants and then realised that it was one of her breasts.
We can still live our normal lives, fully aware and appreciative of the fact that the Committee is looking out for your best interests.
Some days, those interests include violent protests but most days it includes quiet days of families taking care of one another and sharing their own private jokes.
The gurgling of popping water bubbles was the response.
I don't know how many letters, emails and IMs I get requesting the identities of the Committee members and the two in the know.
I repeat, they aren't who you think they are.
We have bigger fish to fry than you can possibly imagine.
And the fish don't come from the depleting stock of marine animals readily available and palatable for eating, either.
And those of you who have jumped up and down about the phrase "New World Order" need to understand that every day of our species' modern existence has been a reformation of the New World Order, so don't create conspiracies or theories about hidden agendas.
Remember, this is about all seven billion of us, including our personal beliefs, habits and locations.
We take into account every cult, religion, occult practice, secular behaviour, lifestyle and spending trend in which you participate.
Your life, unbeknownst to most of you, is a series of tests to ensure you are behaving as you appear to behave. Unlike what some will tell you, we have no specific plan for you - we just want to know what you're doing and how it changes the interconnections between other groups of states of energy like yourself.
You are always free to choose your behaviour in the moment.
We would like to believe every one of you makes a conscientious effort to choose your behaviour wisely.
But we know better.
That's why we work with the animatronic and computer graphics industry to get your children used to watching CG videos and playing videogames so when they visit zoos and aquariums, they can't tell the real animals from the robotic ones we're slowly putting in place to make exotic animal husbandry more affordable and controllable.
Eventually, your children's children won't tell the difference between a real member of our species and an artificial one, enabling us to keep our species' behaviour more orderly.
Until then, here's a story a friend told me about her family (I've changed the situation slightly to protect the participants).
An aunt of my friend kept calling my friend, Elizabeth, about problems with the toilet.
Elizabeth would check out the toilet and find no problem but her aunt insisted that Elizabeth stop by every time there was a problem.
Elizabeth bought her aunt a toilet plunger and showed her aunt how to use it.
Still, her aunt kept calling.
Exasperated, Elizabeth asked her uncle if he knew what the problem was.
He didn't. He said that everytime he sat on the toilet, his testicles would hang down into the water and he'd tell his wife, Elizabeth's aunt, about how the level of the water in the toilet kept seeming to rise, his personal joke about the effect of gravity on an old man's set of balls.
After a good laugh at her uncle's joke, Elizabeth explained to her aunt that the problem wasn't a stopped-up toilet but that gravity and old age had gotten the best of her aunt's husband.
The aunt laughed and apologised. She said that she understood. She was looking in the mirror the other day, thinking that her belly was hanging over her pants and then realised that it was one of her breasts.
We can still live our normal lives, fully aware and appreciative of the fact that the Committee is looking out for your best interests.
Some days, those interests include violent protests but most days it includes quiet days of families taking care of one another and sharing their own private jokes.
Thursday, January 27, 2011
Neighbours who keep their outdoor lights on all night
Stirred in with the normal is a bit of nurturing the absurd.
Flickers of unexplained dots of light in one's eyes in the dark is a sign of beings wanting to communicate with you from another universe.
Who or what group is fomenting revolution in the Mediterranean and African nations? Or would you say it's our species waking up to what's been going on a long time? Can you guess who's going to be next to be called upon to account for selfishness? It could be you, or me.
Here at OFU (Our Futurists' University), we pride ourselves on not taking ourselves seriously, unlike our competitors who think there's a real discipline to be taught to and make money off of your hard-working backs.
We believe in true freedom of information for the starving masses.
Saw clouds of gnats (in their mating dance) while I walked through the woods wearing shorts and a short-sleeved shirt in warm winter weather today. The leafcup has sprouted and lichen enjoy the recent wet weather. Birds chatted and clouds said helloooooo. Deer and raccoon tracks dotted the mud puddles.
Flickers of unexplained dots of light in one's eyes in the dark is a sign of beings wanting to communicate with you from another universe.
Who or what group is fomenting revolution in the Mediterranean and African nations? Or would you say it's our species waking up to what's been going on a long time? Can you guess who's going to be next to be called upon to account for selfishness? It could be you, or me.
Here at OFU (Our Futurists' University), we pride ourselves on not taking ourselves seriously, unlike our competitors who think there's a real discipline to be taught to and make money off of your hard-working backs.
We believe in true freedom of information for the starving masses.
Saw clouds of gnats (in their mating dance) while I walked through the woods wearing shorts and a short-sleeved shirt in warm winter weather today. The leafcup has sprouted and lichen enjoy the recent wet weather. Birds chatted and clouds said helloooooo. Deer and raccoon tracks dotted the mud puddles.
Wednesday, January 26, 2011
Rating the wellness of the species
In our annual review of the appearance and disappearance of subcultures, we assess the "health" of them in relation to their effect on the general culture at local/village, city, state, national and international levels.
We take into account the scientific definition of an individual's health, which is in flux at this time.
We also consider recent releases of studies about the life of a person and how youthful attitude leads to habits in adulthood.
Subcultures are groups of people, after all.
Meanwhile, a secret group of farmers is preparing to load front end loaders and other equipment into semi-tractor trailer rigs to block off the entrances to Manhattan island to protest the lack of access to loans they blame on the banking/financing industry that Wall Street represents. Bridges, tunnels, subway/tube entrances, heliports and river traffic access will be cut off for as many number of days as the farmers feel will give Manhattans the same sense of pain that the average farmer has long suffered at the hands of predatory financiers.
Back in the lab, we have successfully demonstrated a large-scale accelerated light beam projector that will need to be reproduced in sufficient quantities to turn Earth into a giant disco ball by the early part of 2050. That way, we can join the supercivilisation that communicates across universes in light relay races in this part of the universe and in other universes by who can spread one's entity the farthest apart and still be recognised.
You see the similarity, of course.
Some people tell me it's time to clean up our act, that the melding of government and business is not the same as corruption in the act of one's public duties. If so, then who's in charge of ensuring transparency and neutrally measuring due diligence? Is having, because of job title, a special place to park one's vehicle or diplomatic immunity a sign of corruption or corruptible activities elsewhere in life?
If I stop listening to people teaching how us to write/narrate well, will my writing/storytelling skills decline?
Thanks to the folks at Wild Birds Unlimited, Chocolate Crocodile, Katherine at P.F. Chang's, Fuel City, Target, and the Apple store.
Say what you will about the wonders of technology (spellchecker is my friend), but I still like holding a large hardback dictionary and flipping pages to random entries.
Just like it doesn't bother me to subsidise AOL with my pittance of a monthly subscription of $11.99 - it's a way of being in charge of personally redistributing my wealth that makes me feel happy.
We take into account the scientific definition of an individual's health, which is in flux at this time.
We also consider recent releases of studies about the life of a person and how youthful attitude leads to habits in adulthood.
Subcultures are groups of people, after all.
Meanwhile, a secret group of farmers is preparing to load front end loaders and other equipment into semi-tractor trailer rigs to block off the entrances to Manhattan island to protest the lack of access to loans they blame on the banking/financing industry that Wall Street represents. Bridges, tunnels, subway/tube entrances, heliports and river traffic access will be cut off for as many number of days as the farmers feel will give Manhattans the same sense of pain that the average farmer has long suffered at the hands of predatory financiers.
Back in the lab, we have successfully demonstrated a large-scale accelerated light beam projector that will need to be reproduced in sufficient quantities to turn Earth into a giant disco ball by the early part of 2050. That way, we can join the supercivilisation that communicates across universes in light relay races in this part of the universe and in other universes by who can spread one's entity the farthest apart and still be recognised.
You see the similarity, of course.
Some people tell me it's time to clean up our act, that the melding of government and business is not the same as corruption in the act of one's public duties. If so, then who's in charge of ensuring transparency and neutrally measuring due diligence? Is having, because of job title, a special place to park one's vehicle or diplomatic immunity a sign of corruption or corruptible activities elsewhere in life?
If I stop listening to people teaching how us to write/narrate well, will my writing/storytelling skills decline?
Thanks to the folks at Wild Birds Unlimited, Chocolate Crocodile, Katherine at P.F. Chang's, Fuel City, Target, and the Apple store.
Say what you will about the wonders of technology (spellchecker is my friend), but I still like holding a large hardback dictionary and flipping pages to random entries.
Just like it doesn't bother me to subsidise AOL with my pittance of a monthly subscription of $11.99 - it's a way of being in charge of personally redistributing my wealth that makes me feel happy.
Tuesday, January 25, 2011
Does Yesterday Exist
Are the shares of stock I own the same today as they were yesterday? After all, their prices have fluctuated and price is a significant component of a stock's descriptor set.
Do you know how to move the local/state/national/international conversation?
Do you know how to call on your armies of minions to write columns of nonsense that passes off as news which doesn't have to make sense except in the moment they were released?
Watching the predictions come true is not the same as watching my wishes come true.
As I've mentioned, my personal beliefs and desires do not align with what we're making our species do (remember, free will is the illusion we perpetuate to get your willing participation in the social experiment).
I am spending too much time in 2011 inserting my personality into the story of our lives together as told in this virtual parallel universe.
Through analysis of self, I have determined this narcissistic tendency reflects my lack of getting what I want.
As the leader of the executive staff of the large political entity which has a great influence on the world in which our species mainly resides prepares to speak about what he is doing to fulfill the wishes of the nation but not necessarily his own, I ask myself what is it that I want for myself.
It is an issue that doesn't seem to go away.
The difference between the public and private persona changes with time and social desire/worries of the day.
What parts of the real me do I reveal in this space where the public me speaks openly?
There are no mind readers, only well-trained, highly-intuitive behaviourists.
Thus, my thought set is my own, however much an external analysis of what I discuss or don't discuss here says about who I am.
My paper journals paint a picture similar to the one here.
My conversations in the moment reflect my support of those around me.
These are thoughts I have repeated many times to myself.
They are thoughts that don't seem to go away.
Shall I dig a little deeper?
What if I told myself that my support of those around me is unnecessary and if I changed the direction of where I am heading, they would adjust accordingly (or not - it wouldn't matter)?
I knew this would be a difficult year for me and the ripple effect of my comments, beliefs, emotions, etc., during this transition year will spread and effect/affect others.
The rate at which the world population grows wiser is increasing greatly, making the ability to prevent outbursts of chaotic, revolutionary movement more difficult, because people still live as people on a 24-hour sleep/wake cycle, while the effective changes that we want to push out to the people need to occur more rapidly.
How, then, do we "upgrade" people on a massive scale quickly?
Technological advances in the form of external devices - computers, smartphones, etc. - do not change the body's need to process mental changes in one's sleep.
In some ways, the beast is loose and so, too, the best is loose in the form of grassroots electronic social media.
Mass media belongs to the masses.
The horse is out of the barn.
Change agents are important in speeding up change, and we should be acutely aware of their presence, but even they have to deal with the circadian cycle.
Robo-agents are no better.
We are not robots who can be rebooted easily, despite science fiction suppositional tracts touting such.
After Egyptian protests, where is the next uprising going to occur that will result in permanent change on a national scale?
Who is the next Lech Walesa? And if such is not possible anymore, "who" is the next set of social media influences that behaves as if it's one person?
The same for the geniuses. How is social media creating groups of people who act as one person, developing genius-level ideas together at once?
The positive side of groupthink.
And can we accelerate these activities without overcoming the circadian cycle?
If not, that's okay.
We still have personal wants and needs that don't jive with the group.
Hold the course steady, helmsman. Full speed ahead! My stock prices are about to blow this ship out of the water.
Do you know how to move the local/state/national/international conversation?
Do you know how to call on your armies of minions to write columns of nonsense that passes off as news which doesn't have to make sense except in the moment they were released?
Watching the predictions come true is not the same as watching my wishes come true.
As I've mentioned, my personal beliefs and desires do not align with what we're making our species do (remember, free will is the illusion we perpetuate to get your willing participation in the social experiment).
I am spending too much time in 2011 inserting my personality into the story of our lives together as told in this virtual parallel universe.
Through analysis of self, I have determined this narcissistic tendency reflects my lack of getting what I want.
As the leader of the executive staff of the large political entity which has a great influence on the world in which our species mainly resides prepares to speak about what he is doing to fulfill the wishes of the nation but not necessarily his own, I ask myself what is it that I want for myself.
It is an issue that doesn't seem to go away.
The difference between the public and private persona changes with time and social desire/worries of the day.
What parts of the real me do I reveal in this space where the public me speaks openly?
There are no mind readers, only well-trained, highly-intuitive behaviourists.
Thus, my thought set is my own, however much an external analysis of what I discuss or don't discuss here says about who I am.
My paper journals paint a picture similar to the one here.
My conversations in the moment reflect my support of those around me.
These are thoughts I have repeated many times to myself.
They are thoughts that don't seem to go away.
Shall I dig a little deeper?
What if I told myself that my support of those around me is unnecessary and if I changed the direction of where I am heading, they would adjust accordingly (or not - it wouldn't matter)?
I knew this would be a difficult year for me and the ripple effect of my comments, beliefs, emotions, etc., during this transition year will spread and effect/affect others.
The rate at which the world population grows wiser is increasing greatly, making the ability to prevent outbursts of chaotic, revolutionary movement more difficult, because people still live as people on a 24-hour sleep/wake cycle, while the effective changes that we want to push out to the people need to occur more rapidly.
How, then, do we "upgrade" people on a massive scale quickly?
Technological advances in the form of external devices - computers, smartphones, etc. - do not change the body's need to process mental changes in one's sleep.
In some ways, the beast is loose and so, too, the best is loose in the form of grassroots electronic social media.
Mass media belongs to the masses.
The horse is out of the barn.
Change agents are important in speeding up change, and we should be acutely aware of their presence, but even they have to deal with the circadian cycle.
Robo-agents are no better.
We are not robots who can be rebooted easily, despite science fiction suppositional tracts touting such.
After Egyptian protests, where is the next uprising going to occur that will result in permanent change on a national scale?
Who is the next Lech Walesa? And if such is not possible anymore, "who" is the next set of social media influences that behaves as if it's one person?
The same for the geniuses. How is social media creating groups of people who act as one person, developing genius-level ideas together at once?
The positive side of groupthink.
And can we accelerate these activities without overcoming the circadian cycle?
If not, that's okay.
We still have personal wants and needs that don't jive with the group.
Hold the course steady, helmsman. Full speed ahead! My stock prices are about to blow this ship out of the water.
Momcession
I ask myself if the future plots are doing any good.
For instance, which group made the decision to choose the person who will sing the U.S. National Anthem and stands as the image of America that we'll broadcast to the rest of the world at the beginning of the 2011 Super Bowl?
Did that group consider the full ramifications of that decision?
Although we account for those decisions in our 1000-year predictions, how can we effect change that moves the whole species in another direction, while preserving free will within individuals?
The species is just one supercomputer among many.
I need faster substitute supercomputers to plot iterations instantaneously.
What if the Mormon Tabernacle Choir sang the U.S. National Anthem? Or the a capella group, Committed? What if the song was transposed for sitar or Irish bouzouki?
Time to run those scenarios through the supercomputer buried in the walls of my house and see what happens two years later.
I'll pass those results via the indecipherable method to colleagues who can recompute the deviations from the 10,000-year timeline to which we must adhere strictly and see if the possibility exists for one of those scenarios to occur.
How did my listening to Telemann's Oboe Concerto in e-minor, III-IV, affect my mood while writing this blog entry or SpaceX's chances for winning the ISS transport contract?
What did the movements of the swing dancers at Saturday night's Swing DJ contest do to the swing of stock prices on the Tokyo stock exchange this week?
Did the authenticity of a German pub atmosphere at Schnitzel Ranch change?
Is it time for a new brain implant?
How many law firms' efforts to sway public opinion in a positive direction for clients changed your opinions of self/society today?
For instance, which group made the decision to choose the person who will sing the U.S. National Anthem and stands as the image of America that we'll broadcast to the rest of the world at the beginning of the 2011 Super Bowl?
Did that group consider the full ramifications of that decision?
Although we account for those decisions in our 1000-year predictions, how can we effect change that moves the whole species in another direction, while preserving free will within individuals?
The species is just one supercomputer among many.
I need faster substitute supercomputers to plot iterations instantaneously.
What if the Mormon Tabernacle Choir sang the U.S. National Anthem? Or the a capella group, Committed? What if the song was transposed for sitar or Irish bouzouki?
Time to run those scenarios through the supercomputer buried in the walls of my house and see what happens two years later.
I'll pass those results via the indecipherable method to colleagues who can recompute the deviations from the 10,000-year timeline to which we must adhere strictly and see if the possibility exists for one of those scenarios to occur.
How did my listening to Telemann's Oboe Concerto in e-minor, III-IV, affect my mood while writing this blog entry or SpaceX's chances for winning the ISS transport contract?
What did the movements of the swing dancers at Saturday night's Swing DJ contest do to the swing of stock prices on the Tokyo stock exchange this week?
Did the authenticity of a German pub atmosphere at Schnitzel Ranch change?
Is it time for a new brain implant?
How many law firms' efforts to sway public opinion in a positive direction for clients changed your opinions of self/society today?
Monday, January 24, 2011
To Open Envelope Tear Off This Stub
Members of the U.S. Congress showed a brave and unified front today when they told members of the press that MoUSC (pronounced 'mouse') would no longer take a salary, fringe benefits, retirement pays or industrial kickbacks through PACs.
They pledged they would earn money the old-fashioned way, through earning the trust of customers, one at a time.
During questioning the MoUSC would not affirm or deny their right to work as lobbyists or remain on retainer (or is that retain on remainder?) as honourary board members of prominent industries seeking favour with the U.S. government for lucrative contracts.
In other industry news, the country music conglomerate is reviewing its contracts with the Hollywood media moguls, concerned that mediocrity and bad movie plots are ruining the purity of C&W music.
Rap music moguls are also questioning the portrayal of their stars, many of them classically trained at prestigious schools like Julliard.
Carlos Slim has not weighed in on the subject of negative images associated with gangs of Mexico, leaving the general public questioning halleged involvement in illegal activities himself.
Bookies are divided over the point spread.
A secret physics society revealed that the knapsack problem is the solution to transforming humans into the nonwaveparticles needed to travel from one version to another of the intertwined universes. Communication to this universe is accomplished through nudging light waveparticles to an almost imperceptibly slightly higher speed spaced at what looks to us like millions of years apart.
Unfortunately, the physicists explained, time units, perceived by us as connected to solar cycles, lives, generations, and civilisations, are not megauniversally scaled the same (think metric vs. U.S./imperial units).
The timescale at which others communicate across universal barriers is why major messages take so long for us to communicate to each successive global civilisation.
However, our relatively short lives lead us to impatience which leads to war, overconsumption, famine and disease-spreading - we cannot easily conceive a message that takes 10,000 or 1,000,000 years to convey.
In farm news, it's time. You farmers know what that means.
They pledged they would earn money the old-fashioned way, through earning the trust of customers, one at a time.
During questioning the MoUSC would not affirm or deny their right to work as lobbyists or remain on retainer (or is that retain on remainder?) as honourary board members of prominent industries seeking favour with the U.S. government for lucrative contracts.
In other industry news, the country music conglomerate is reviewing its contracts with the Hollywood media moguls, concerned that mediocrity and bad movie plots are ruining the purity of C&W music.
Rap music moguls are also questioning the portrayal of their stars, many of them classically trained at prestigious schools like Julliard.
Carlos Slim has not weighed in on the subject of negative images associated with gangs of Mexico, leaving the general public questioning halleged involvement in illegal activities himself.
Bookies are divided over the point spread.
A secret physics society revealed that the knapsack problem is the solution to transforming humans into the nonwaveparticles needed to travel from one version to another of the intertwined universes. Communication to this universe is accomplished through nudging light waveparticles to an almost imperceptibly slightly higher speed spaced at what looks to us like millions of years apart.
Unfortunately, the physicists explained, time units, perceived by us as connected to solar cycles, lives, generations, and civilisations, are not megauniversally scaled the same (think metric vs. U.S./imperial units).
The timescale at which others communicate across universal barriers is why major messages take so long for us to communicate to each successive global civilisation.
However, our relatively short lives lead us to impatience which leads to war, overconsumption, famine and disease-spreading - we cannot easily conceive a message that takes 10,000 or 1,000,000 years to convey.
In farm news, it's time. You farmers know what that means.
Saturday, January 22, 2011
Consult an advisor if continuing study in the discipline
After much debate with eggheads floating in thinktanks, the president declared that she is running as the lead candidate for all parties in the next election.
The Ups, the Downs, the Lefts, the Rights, the Centrists, the Single Platformers, the Dive Platformers, the All-Arounders, and the Unofficial Undecideds.
Now that the president has stepped forth and stood beside the opposition, warmly reaching out to political commentators of all shapes and sizes, the world is both shocked and unsurprised.
The truth will find a way.
We are one species.
Imagine all the possibilities if we admitted such.
For starters, politicians could focus on tough issues, not worried that they won't get reelected because they've all declared themselves head of every party fronting viable and unlikely candidates.
Business and government fully merge into one entity, doing away with old confusing labels.
Standing armies and private armies - what's the difference anymore?
The Geneva Convention gives way to a universal business code of ethics.
All is all.
The business-as-usual approach to changing market conditions.
Holly/Bolly/Hongwood media industries become the official voice of the people, no longer required to produce quasishocking storylines to gain market share, although they will continue to produce antiestablishment films and music to identify which citizens are attracted to topics of an antisocial nature and need reeducation or one-way trips to Mauritius, Afghanistan or Aruba.
Children who complain that the house is too cold or the food variety is unacceptable will be required to chop and haul wood to stoves used for heating their rooms and work on the farm to raise and slaughter animals and plants which they'll cook for the whole neighbourhood every evening.
City parks will be converted into working farms to show urban dwellers that life doesn't happen by magic.
Addicted gamers will be required to work in virtual factories that the gamers don't know are connected to real automated ones (and you thought a simulated play environment let you escape your chores - wait until you see what we do with unproductive working gamers!).
The president is smiling - she is in a happy place. All is right with the world of people who aren't going anyplace else anytime soon.
Of course, the Committee has me working on how to convert their entities into the material that'll let them move in and out of the twines, strings and bubbles woven into whatever it is we're not supposed to talk about because it can't be fully described in this universe.
No time to proofread - there's a species to observe quietly and satirically. Every voice, no matter what it's saying, is the voice of my people - celebrate them all equally and the life-affirming will outshine the life-negating everytime, especially when satire contains the hidden and obvious seeds for growing the next generation's glorious achievements.
Thanks to all the wonderful, beautiful, smiling faces at Thai Garden last night, where commerce meets the family dinner table.
The Ups, the Downs, the Lefts, the Rights, the Centrists, the Single Platformers, the Dive Platformers, the All-Arounders, and the Unofficial Undecideds.
Now that the president has stepped forth and stood beside the opposition, warmly reaching out to political commentators of all shapes and sizes, the world is both shocked and unsurprised.
The truth will find a way.
We are one species.
Imagine all the possibilities if we admitted such.
For starters, politicians could focus on tough issues, not worried that they won't get reelected because they've all declared themselves head of every party fronting viable and unlikely candidates.
Business and government fully merge into one entity, doing away with old confusing labels.
Standing armies and private armies - what's the difference anymore?
The Geneva Convention gives way to a universal business code of ethics.
All is all.
The business-as-usual approach to changing market conditions.
Holly/Bolly/Hongwood media industries become the official voice of the people, no longer required to produce quasishocking storylines to gain market share, although they will continue to produce antiestablishment films and music to identify which citizens are attracted to topics of an antisocial nature and need reeducation or one-way trips to Mauritius, Afghanistan or Aruba.
Children who complain that the house is too cold or the food variety is unacceptable will be required to chop and haul wood to stoves used for heating their rooms and work on the farm to raise and slaughter animals and plants which they'll cook for the whole neighbourhood every evening.
City parks will be converted into working farms to show urban dwellers that life doesn't happen by magic.
Addicted gamers will be required to work in virtual factories that the gamers don't know are connected to real automated ones (and you thought a simulated play environment let you escape your chores - wait until you see what we do with unproductive working gamers!).
The president is smiling - she is in a happy place. All is right with the world of people who aren't going anyplace else anytime soon.
Of course, the Committee has me working on how to convert their entities into the material that'll let them move in and out of the twines, strings and bubbles woven into whatever it is we're not supposed to talk about because it can't be fully described in this universe.
No time to proofread - there's a species to observe quietly and satirically. Every voice, no matter what it's saying, is the voice of my people - celebrate them all equally and the life-affirming will outshine the life-negating everytime, especially when satire contains the hidden and obvious seeds for growing the next generation's glorious achievements.
Thanks to all the wonderful, beautiful, smiling faces at Thai Garden last night, where commerce meets the family dinner table.
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