The cowboy rolls up his knapsack/pup tent combo, slings it over his shoulder and steps into his rocket boots to pursue a lifelong dream.
Where he rides, there are no sunsets.
The path he takes is a lonely one, as usual.
It's always been about you, me, us, as usual, too.
He issues a voice command and off he goes.
"Giddyup, boy, let's get this show on the road!"
Whoooooosh!!!!
Showing posts with label government. Show all posts
Showing posts with label government. Show all posts
Saturday, March 5, 2011
Thursday, February 24, 2011
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
You-u-u Only Live Twi-i-i-ce Or So-o-o They Say
Clearing my thoughts here for a moment before I describe my view from twixt galaxies.
Forget the word "union," just like climatologists learned to forget the phrase "global warming," and concentrate on the inherent value of the exchange of goods and services between those who've provided you an in/tangible ROI and those who funded them, putting time aside.
It's not just the current ROI or exchange rate that matters. Interest rates are there for a reason, to indicate future value of money, too.
Social science may seem anything but (and as a friend of science, I am a skeptic about anything scientific) what is, to pull an overused phrase out of the stuffy, recycled air, the trickle-down value of delayed gratification in the form of low salaries today that guarantee pensioned salaries at a future (but never guaranteed) point in your life?
I didn't vote for Bush, Jr., (although I did once vote for his daddy because I gotta admire a man who was in charge of the CIA, despite its bureaucratic flaws).
However, his post-presidential comment that he regrets not privatising the big SS (no, not that one...well, wait, maybe he did privatise that one...anyway, staying on this train of thought), Social Security, and while we're sitting here halfway through the next presidential term, I pause to consider the ups and downs of his potential thoughts on the matter.
How do you create a system that is inabusivable? [invent your own word, if you don't like that one]
How do you create a social monetary support system that provides incentives?
How do you guarantee people don't pad their expense reports?
How do you put into place a mode for people to care about others just like they care for themselves and their family/friends?
You can't legislate morality. You can only set an example by living a morally forward-pointing life.
You can legislate ethics but how do you reward rather than punish? [on a side note, how can Google reward innovation rather than calling innovative SEO tricksters "system cheaters"?]
After all, didn't Abraham Lincoln himself pad his Congressional expense reports to fund his lifestyle?
Life finds a way.
Not everyone on welfare, Social Security, or pension is bad. In fact, pensioners and welfare recipients probably use most of their money to fund many of the small businesses and franchises/chains that keep our global economy running ( in other words, how many pensioners are actually living below their means and saving, creating a savings rate in a CD or other monetary instrument that's generating future income in another path? I don't know - it's an exercise I leave for those who've considered the matter).
On the flip side, because they have, on one hand, a fixed salary, and, on the other hand, an income based on someone else's pot of gold, not the one they themselves saved up, are they using their limited means in the most wise way, whatever that means?
Flip sides. Palms. Backhands. Back flips. You pick the images and see for yourself.
There is no cut-and-dry, easy answer for the issue at hand. Otherwise, I'd pretend to know the answer on this one, or provide the Committee's input and/or the direction provided to the Committee members by the ones who control the ones who control the Committee, and tell you.
Now, back to the dark matter's view of our galaxy and the superclusters we think we call home.
Forget the word "union," just like climatologists learned to forget the phrase "global warming," and concentrate on the inherent value of the exchange of goods and services between those who've provided you an in/tangible ROI and those who funded them, putting time aside.
It's not just the current ROI or exchange rate that matters. Interest rates are there for a reason, to indicate future value of money, too.
Social science may seem anything but (and as a friend of science, I am a skeptic about anything scientific) what is, to pull an overused phrase out of the stuffy, recycled air, the trickle-down value of delayed gratification in the form of low salaries today that guarantee pensioned salaries at a future (but never guaranteed) point in your life?
I didn't vote for Bush, Jr., (although I did once vote for his daddy because I gotta admire a man who was in charge of the CIA, despite its bureaucratic flaws).
However, his post-presidential comment that he regrets not privatising the big SS (no, not that one...well, wait, maybe he did privatise that one...anyway, staying on this train of thought), Social Security, and while we're sitting here halfway through the next presidential term, I pause to consider the ups and downs of his potential thoughts on the matter.
How do you create a system that is inabusivable? [invent your own word, if you don't like that one]
How do you create a social monetary support system that provides incentives?
How do you guarantee people don't pad their expense reports?
How do you put into place a mode for people to care about others just like they care for themselves and their family/friends?
You can't legislate morality. You can only set an example by living a morally forward-pointing life.
You can legislate ethics but how do you reward rather than punish? [on a side note, how can Google reward innovation rather than calling innovative SEO tricksters "system cheaters"?]
After all, didn't Abraham Lincoln himself pad his Congressional expense reports to fund his lifestyle?
Life finds a way.
Not everyone on welfare, Social Security, or pension is bad. In fact, pensioners and welfare recipients probably use most of their money to fund many of the small businesses and franchises/chains that keep our global economy running ( in other words, how many pensioners are actually living below their means and saving, creating a savings rate in a CD or other monetary instrument that's generating future income in another path? I don't know - it's an exercise I leave for those who've considered the matter).
On the flip side, because they have, on one hand, a fixed salary, and, on the other hand, an income based on someone else's pot of gold, not the one they themselves saved up, are they using their limited means in the most wise way, whatever that means?
Flip sides. Palms. Backhands. Back flips. You pick the images and see for yourself.
There is no cut-and-dry, easy answer for the issue at hand. Otherwise, I'd pretend to know the answer on this one, or provide the Committee's input and/or the direction provided to the Committee members by the ones who control the ones who control the Committee, and tell you.
Now, back to the dark matter's view of our galaxy and the superclusters we think we call home.
Tuesday, February 22, 2011
Monday, February 21, 2011
The Marriage of Union
I asked my mother, a retired teacher, what the teachers' union had done for her.
She laughed, her facial expression showing me all the years of no raises that the union was so helpful in negotiating on her behalf.
What, then, is a players' union for, if, say, a team like the Ravens lets its namesake (sort of), E. A. Poe, see his museum close due to lack of funds that the millionaire players could easily have funded if they really cared about the meaning behind their teamname's existence?
Prove to me the worth of a CEO or a union and I'll listen carefully. Otherwise, business and labour are labels hardly worth putting on a tackling dummy for fun offseason practice.
At least Gaelic football players know the rules they live by on and off the field.
Like secret Chinese military bases disguised as entertainment centers under construction on Caribbean islands, we all gotta eat and play somewhere.
Maybe I'll buy an oud and play a sad love song, lamenting the loss of people in North Africa and the Arabian Peninsula who've given their lives in the name of [are you listening, Barack?] d-e-m-o-c-r-a-c-y.
She laughed, her facial expression showing me all the years of no raises that the union was so helpful in negotiating on her behalf.
What, then, is a players' union for, if, say, a team like the Ravens lets its namesake (sort of), E. A. Poe, see his museum close due to lack of funds that the millionaire players could easily have funded if they really cared about the meaning behind their teamname's existence?
Prove to me the worth of a CEO or a union and I'll listen carefully. Otherwise, business and labour are labels hardly worth putting on a tackling dummy for fun offseason practice.
At least Gaelic football players know the rules they live by on and off the field.
Like secret Chinese military bases disguised as entertainment centers under construction on Caribbean islands, we all gotta eat and play somewhere.
Maybe I'll buy an oud and play a sad love song, lamenting the loss of people in North Africa and the Arabian Peninsula who've given their lives in the name of [are you listening, Barack?] d-e-m-o-c-r-a-c-y.
Sunday, February 20, 2011
Bring It On
I love watching overt government crackdowns around the world - it tells me one and one thing only:
'Nuff said.
the people always win.
'Nuff said.
Tuesday, February 8, 2011
Are You A Non-Employee Company?
Some people want to create an idea, let distributors/independents generate sales leads and share the profits with those who close the deal.
In other words, a world of consultants - no employees, no payroll, and fewer complications.
And there are ways to do this. Is this one?
In other words, make every person a profit center.
The future is yours - are you ready to promote yourself on a daily basis?
In other words, a world of consultants - no employees, no payroll, and fewer complications.
And there are ways to do this. Is this one?
In other words, make every person a profit center.
The future is yours - are you ready to promote yourself on a daily basis?
Friday, February 4, 2011
Another Close Call
Do you ever ask the people in your family, "What are you doing for me on a daily and weekly basis?"
A friend of mine did.
Now she's divorced and her son has moved out, leaving her with a house, a dog, computer and a phone.
She's the sole caretaker of her parents, after her sister died, who was 300+ pounds and her heart couldn't keep up - a great "kid" who literally died at 42 of a broken heart.
We're good friends who have no qualms about sharing our life stories with one another because we have no hangups or emotional baggage getting in the way, no reason to ask each other what we've done for the other on a daily or weekly basis.
I am secure in my marriage and secure in my emotion-based thought set so I can spend time here with you, rather than in paper journals, looking at what is and what might have been.
When I hung around in an office and dealt with business decisions on a minute-by-minute basis, I often asked myself what was the business doing for me on a daily, weekly or life basis?
Sure, it provided me an easy way to feed myself through the collection of labour credits to exchange for nourishment supplements at restaurants and grocer's markets.
It also allowed me to build my investment portfolio and enjoy "free" travel to foreign destinations while conducting business outside the office.
But what was it really doing for me?
I'm a middle-aged guy, looking at life from the comforts of a study piled high with old books and memorabilia.
It's a perspective that I held when I was six, looking out the window in first grade math class, surrounded by the nurturing world of academia which hopes more than passive learning's taking place.
So, in a sense, I have always heralded this position of sitting by the window and wondering in my wandering thoughts.
Socialising has always been a matter of reverifying my understanding of the human condition.
Humour has been my way of filtering out the dusty seriousness that floats out of people's mouths and actions, virtually turning down the volume of voices shouting, "But it really is an emergency this time," another cry of "Wolf!" that I can see doesn't exist.
Do we all tell ourselves, "This is what I do but not who I am?"
In recent conversations with my friend, picking up where we stopped talking 18 years ago, we joke about the difference between what we have done and who we think we are.
Life is a comedy, a grand illusion, where punchlines are punchlines for some joke we think we see but don't.
Meanwhile, we have to figure out how to raise our kids and get along while pretending we're serious most or part of the time.
The parents who can reveal the jokes while instilling a solid set of ethics and morals are the ones I praise.
We all die.
We all have to share resources while we're alive.
Everything else is just pretending.
I'm sorry that the people in North Africa are resorting to deadly violence to sort out how to redistribute resources that have been hoarded by a few. Unfortunately, it is the way of our species - we are young and unable to see the bigger picture.
Nor do we see where those with a large number of social connections can drop millions of pebbles all across the pond and hide their intentions in the cancelling wave patterns.
I will not be remembered. This writing is not significant enough to survive the ravages of population shifts.
Thus, at the end of the day, I have my wife, our cats, our house, our investments, her friends, my friends and our friends and family.
Right before I asked my wife for her hand in marriage, I asked myself if she was the woman I wanted to spend the rest of my life with.
I narrowed down the mental list of potential candidates, looking back at the women I'd dated or with whom I had established a strong, lasting relationship.
I knew who I was and what I wanted.
I also knew that I probably knew little about the women and what they wanted.
Why do people get married? To raise children in a legal manner. To honour their religious upbringing. For tax savings. To make themselves (or one of them) a legal resident of a political entity, perhaps.
Why did I get married? Because it was time. I held a postsecondary diploma and was ready to establish myself financially. Having children was not a priority for me. Sitting by the window thinking and writing was/is.
Thus, which woman would most tolerate my desire to sit and write? Which woman would tell herself, "Rick is not the kind of person who will take the kids to school, play handyman, chair the parent-teacher association or do more than a cursory amount of housecleaning but hopefully will earn enough for us to have a comfortable, if not extravagant, life together"?
I narrowed my choices down to two people - my wife, of course, and the person with whom I have enjoyed conversations over the past few days.
My wife and I shared a romantic story that had/has a life of its own, one I've recounted here or elsewhere many times, starting when we were 12 at summer camp, acting as penpals for years and dating the first time our freshman year in college, with my "romantic, lovesick poet" phase generating many a poem we've all written in our heads in one way or another when first falling madly in love (and which I've spared tormenting you with here (at least so far (just wait until I get too bored to write a blog entry one day))).
The other person was/is a person many people enjoy being around. We never had overly romantic notions about each other, although we can describe them and imagine them, such as enjoying a quiet walk in the woods or along the beach, holding hands like two companions.
We agree we have made the best choices. She has her wonderful son and a life of her own, including an early retirement. I have a wonderful wife and have taken a midlife retirement. As a bonus, we remain great friends without a worry about one or the other having any ulteriour sexual intentions, so we can talk about anything without wondering about arousing the other's hormones.
All the while, large historic changes of our species go on around us, no matter how much we care or feel involved, emotionally or physically.
This is my life, sitting here, looking out the window at the rain, water dripping off the hanging gutter, no birds to be seen, creating an alternative universe while musing about the one that we say exists, because we can touch trees and watch one another's births and deaths and all the stuff in-between.
This is how I describe happiness. I thank all of you, including my close friends and family, for making this happiness possible. I hope every one of us can find this kind of simple happiness in our lives - it's priceless.
A friend of mine did.
Now she's divorced and her son has moved out, leaving her with a house, a dog, computer and a phone.
She's the sole caretaker of her parents, after her sister died, who was 300+ pounds and her heart couldn't keep up - a great "kid" who literally died at 42 of a broken heart.
We're good friends who have no qualms about sharing our life stories with one another because we have no hangups or emotional baggage getting in the way, no reason to ask each other what we've done for the other on a daily or weekly basis.
I am secure in my marriage and secure in my emotion-based thought set so I can spend time here with you, rather than in paper journals, looking at what is and what might have been.
When I hung around in an office and dealt with business decisions on a minute-by-minute basis, I often asked myself what was the business doing for me on a daily, weekly or life basis?
Sure, it provided me an easy way to feed myself through the collection of labour credits to exchange for nourishment supplements at restaurants and grocer's markets.
It also allowed me to build my investment portfolio and enjoy "free" travel to foreign destinations while conducting business outside the office.
But what was it really doing for me?
I'm a middle-aged guy, looking at life from the comforts of a study piled high with old books and memorabilia.
It's a perspective that I held when I was six, looking out the window in first grade math class, surrounded by the nurturing world of academia which hopes more than passive learning's taking place.
So, in a sense, I have always heralded this position of sitting by the window and wondering in my wandering thoughts.
Socialising has always been a matter of reverifying my understanding of the human condition.
Humour has been my way of filtering out the dusty seriousness that floats out of people's mouths and actions, virtually turning down the volume of voices shouting, "But it really is an emergency this time," another cry of "Wolf!" that I can see doesn't exist.
Do we all tell ourselves, "This is what I do but not who I am?"
In recent conversations with my friend, picking up where we stopped talking 18 years ago, we joke about the difference between what we have done and who we think we are.
Life is a comedy, a grand illusion, where punchlines are punchlines for some joke we think we see but don't.
Meanwhile, we have to figure out how to raise our kids and get along while pretending we're serious most or part of the time.
The parents who can reveal the jokes while instilling a solid set of ethics and morals are the ones I praise.
We all die.
We all have to share resources while we're alive.
Everything else is just pretending.
I'm sorry that the people in North Africa are resorting to deadly violence to sort out how to redistribute resources that have been hoarded by a few. Unfortunately, it is the way of our species - we are young and unable to see the bigger picture.
Nor do we see where those with a large number of social connections can drop millions of pebbles all across the pond and hide their intentions in the cancelling wave patterns.
I will not be remembered. This writing is not significant enough to survive the ravages of population shifts.
Thus, at the end of the day, I have my wife, our cats, our house, our investments, her friends, my friends and our friends and family.
Right before I asked my wife for her hand in marriage, I asked myself if she was the woman I wanted to spend the rest of my life with.
I narrowed down the mental list of potential candidates, looking back at the women I'd dated or with whom I had established a strong, lasting relationship.
I knew who I was and what I wanted.
I also knew that I probably knew little about the women and what they wanted.
Why do people get married? To raise children in a legal manner. To honour their religious upbringing. For tax savings. To make themselves (or one of them) a legal resident of a political entity, perhaps.
Why did I get married? Because it was time. I held a postsecondary diploma and was ready to establish myself financially. Having children was not a priority for me. Sitting by the window thinking and writing was/is.
Thus, which woman would most tolerate my desire to sit and write? Which woman would tell herself, "Rick is not the kind of person who will take the kids to school, play handyman, chair the parent-teacher association or do more than a cursory amount of housecleaning but hopefully will earn enough for us to have a comfortable, if not extravagant, life together"?
I narrowed my choices down to two people - my wife, of course, and the person with whom I have enjoyed conversations over the past few days.
My wife and I shared a romantic story that had/has a life of its own, one I've recounted here or elsewhere many times, starting when we were 12 at summer camp, acting as penpals for years and dating the first time our freshman year in college, with my "romantic, lovesick poet" phase generating many a poem we've all written in our heads in one way or another when first falling madly in love (and which I've spared tormenting you with here (at least so far (just wait until I get too bored to write a blog entry one day))).
The other person was/is a person many people enjoy being around. We never had overly romantic notions about each other, although we can describe them and imagine them, such as enjoying a quiet walk in the woods or along the beach, holding hands like two companions.
We agree we have made the best choices. She has her wonderful son and a life of her own, including an early retirement. I have a wonderful wife and have taken a midlife retirement. As a bonus, we remain great friends without a worry about one or the other having any ulteriour sexual intentions, so we can talk about anything without wondering about arousing the other's hormones.
All the while, large historic changes of our species go on around us, no matter how much we care or feel involved, emotionally or physically.
This is my life, sitting here, looking out the window at the rain, water dripping off the hanging gutter, no birds to be seen, creating an alternative universe while musing about the one that we say exists, because we can touch trees and watch one another's births and deaths and all the stuff in-between.
This is how I describe happiness. I thank all of you, including my close friends and family, for making this happiness possible. I hope every one of us can find this kind of simple happiness in our lives - it's priceless.
Thursday, February 3, 2011
We Come In Peace. Ignore The Military Buildup Back Home.
The Committee announced today that it's time to rotate the team leader position to another person.
Everyone looked at me.
Time and again (and time and again, etc.), I have spoken to individual members of the Committee, expressing my reluctance to assume the leadership position because my only goal to reach as leader is to reveal that we all lie to each other.
Like my friend who edits a family publication and tries to reach out to young people to get news material from the youth point of view, my talks with the Committee members have fallen on deaf ears.
Now who in their right mind is going to let an ol' suburbanised country boy tell the people what it is they're supposed to want to do next?
I'm only supposed to observe and report. That's the agreement I have authorised, notarised, framed and gilded, proudly displayed in a hidden hallway in the super-superattic of the Solar Museum of Rational History.
So, Committee of 7.5, if I do this, I don't do this, if you know what I mean.
In other words, I want to hear what the future leaders of countries in turmoil have, not only the words of promise to their people, but also the business and military connections to back them up with.
In other words, it's an ol' Texas Hold'em call - show us your cards.
Otherwise, all the demonstrations show me is a temporary release of a culture's pentup frustration.
Time to negotiate, not loot or fight or burn or any other brief respite from the toils of daily life.
If you won't talk or negotiate, then let me feel free to expose the lies involved in what's really going on.
Layers of the onion, my friends, tossed into a cotton candy machine - do you really want me to make a sticky mess out of pulling apart and showing you what's slithering through the goo?
Time for a joke to tell in the next blog entry.
Everyone looked at me.
Time and again (and time and again, etc.), I have spoken to individual members of the Committee, expressing my reluctance to assume the leadership position because my only goal to reach as leader is to reveal that we all lie to each other.
Like my friend who edits a family publication and tries to reach out to young people to get news material from the youth point of view, my talks with the Committee members have fallen on deaf ears.
Now who in their right mind is going to let an ol' suburbanised country boy tell the people what it is they're supposed to want to do next?
I'm only supposed to observe and report. That's the agreement I have authorised, notarised, framed and gilded, proudly displayed in a hidden hallway in the super-superattic of the Solar Museum of Rational History.
So, Committee of 7.5, if I do this, I don't do this, if you know what I mean.
In other words, I want to hear what the future leaders of countries in turmoil have, not only the words of promise to their people, but also the business and military connections to back them up with.
In other words, it's an ol' Texas Hold'em call - show us your cards.
Otherwise, all the demonstrations show me is a temporary release of a culture's pentup frustration.
Time to negotiate, not loot or fight or burn or any other brief respite from the toils of daily life.
If you won't talk or negotiate, then let me feel free to expose the lies involved in what's really going on.
Layers of the onion, my friends, tossed into a cotton candy machine - do you really want me to make a sticky mess out of pulling apart and showing you what's slithering through the goo?
Time for a joke to tell in the next blog entry.
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.
USDA Denies It's Deliberately Poisoning Illegal Aliens
Did you know the USDA will poison any group of animals you ask it to? Test it out and see for yourself.
"This is the USDA. May I help you?"
"This isn't the Highway Department?"
"That's right."
"You mean it is."
"It isn't, you are correct."
"Well, I was wondering what you were going to do about the blacktop that is crumbling in this weather."
"I'm sorry, the connection is poor. Did you say you have black birds that are eating crumbs in this weather?"
"That's right. You're tearing up the asphalt with all the corrosive salt you all are pouring."
"Did you say we're bearing fault for not correcting while it's snowing?"
"Yes, and that stuff'll poison the grass."
"Oh, no. It only poisons the birds."
"Well, doesn't that bother you?"
"Why should it? It's our job. Do you want us to come out there or not?"
"Are you going to repave the roads in this weather?"
"Oh, we'll repair your problem all right. The roads will be clear in a matter of days."
"Sounds good to me."
"If you hear about any dead black birds, just tell them you sent for the USDA to take care of your problem."
"Seems extreme to me, but if that's what it takes to fix the roads these days, you do what you gotta do."
"We're here to serve the taxpayers. Have a good day."
"You, too. Thanks!"
"This is the USDA. May I help you?"
"This isn't the Highway Department?"
"That's right."
"You mean it is."
"It isn't, you are correct."
"Well, I was wondering what you were going to do about the blacktop that is crumbling in this weather."
"I'm sorry, the connection is poor. Did you say you have black birds that are eating crumbs in this weather?"
"That's right. You're tearing up the asphalt with all the corrosive salt you all are pouring."
"Did you say we're bearing fault for not correcting while it's snowing?"
"Yes, and that stuff'll poison the grass."
"Oh, no. It only poisons the birds."
"Well, doesn't that bother you?"
"Why should it? It's our job. Do you want us to come out there or not?"
"Are you going to repave the roads in this weather?"
"Oh, we'll repair your problem all right. The roads will be clear in a matter of days."
"Sounds good to me."
"If you hear about any dead black birds, just tell them you sent for the USDA to take care of your problem."
"Seems extreme to me, but if that's what it takes to fix the roads these days, you do what you gotta do."
"We're here to serve the taxpayers. Have a good day."
"You, too. Thanks!"
Monday, January 31, 2011
We Pride Ourselves On Huge Subsidies of Private Business
So, let me get this straight, we plan to cut off medical support of the elderly and get rid of our teachers (some of the lowest paid state workers) but we'll keep subsidising our industries without removing a penny from their coffers, all to let the states figure a way out of bankruptcy, just so we can say we are no longer the United States of America but merely the United America, eliminating the pesky, petty problem of states' rights?
Even though the Committee clearly has me organising us into a perfect New World Order, it sometimes raises the hairs down my back (forcing me to recomb my back hair) and puts pimples on geese when I think about our having to sing "New World Order over all us" in pubs while we drink to forget the poverty we've forced on the majority of our species' members.
Today's political commentary is brought to you by the makers of Pulp Paper, who happily share the following message with its loyal customers, "If you want the freedom of printing at home, we want to pollute the water in your backyard - green, algae-filled water is a sign of a healthy environment, thanks to our friends in the agricultural runoff business."
Even though the Committee clearly has me organising us into a perfect New World Order, it sometimes raises the hairs down my back (forcing me to recomb my back hair) and puts pimples on geese when I think about our having to sing "New World Order over all us" in pubs while we drink to forget the poverty we've forced on the majority of our species' members.
Today's political commentary is brought to you by the makers of Pulp Paper, who happily share the following message with its loyal customers, "If you want the freedom of printing at home, we want to pollute the water in your backyard - green, algae-filled water is a sign of a healthy environment, thanks to our friends in the agricultural runoff business."
We Pride Ourselves On The Ability To Copy The Works Of Others
So, let me get this right, your technology is said to be made from plans stolen from another sovereign nation, your factories are famous for churning out CDs/DVDs of stolen intellectual property and now this?
Thank goodness, I can keep separate my views of the Chinese (mainly Han) people and the area of the world under communist control from which many of them (or their families) came or in which they reside.
But let's get down to serious business.
The Committee wants me to put aside the horse play (and it was a good one, called "The Mane Event," about a scrappy foal that turned into a strapping racer who, in the climactic scene in climatic weather (we no longer use "inclement" because it has negative connotations), would pull up short of the finish line to let an underprivileged jockey take an unknown horse to victory), and tell it like it is or it's going to be.
We'll see.
I don't like being told what to do.
It tends to make me push our global cultural movements in a comic direction for a while.
We close this broadcast with the famous bars from the William Tell Overture.
And now, a word from our sponsor.
Thank goodness, I can keep separate my views of the Chinese (mainly Han) people and the area of the world under communist control from which many of them (or their families) came or in which they reside.
But let's get down to serious business.
The Committee wants me to put aside the horse play (and it was a good one, called "The Mane Event," about a scrappy foal that turned into a strapping racer who, in the climactic scene in climatic weather (we no longer use "inclement" because it has negative connotations), would pull up short of the finish line to let an underprivileged jockey take an unknown horse to victory), and tell it like it is or it's going to be.
We'll see.
I don't like being told what to do.
It tends to make me push our global cultural movements in a comic direction for a while.
We close this broadcast with the famous bars from the William Tell Overture.
And now, a word from our sponsor.
Thursday, January 27, 2011
Astronauts Remembered
Many have died to make this world better, included those headed to/from space and those we know as ashes only.
Who owns America?
Let's see...they take money from the U.S. Treasury and then they won't let Americans have their portion of facebook? Hmm...
Makes me wonder what I'm going to do next with my network of associates and colleagues to implement some international corrective action of our own.
Patience, Rick, patience, I try to tell myself, this will work out to our favour in the long run!
Makes me wonder what I'm going to do next with my network of associates and colleagues to implement some international corrective action of our own.
Patience, Rick, patience, I try to tell myself, this will work out to our favour in the long run!
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.
Sunday, January 23, 2011
Does Chattanooga have the same school problems as Huntsville?
Why am I living in Rocket City when it's Chattanooga that has the high-speed Internet, VW plant, cool downtown and other amenities that the former cotton capital doesn't?
Time to shop for jobs near Rock City, considering the fact that the U.S. Congress is putting military budget cuts in the spotlight.
Time to shop for jobs near Rock City, considering the fact that the U.S. Congress is putting military budget cuts in the spotlight.
Valid on bus and streetcar lines
Another island, another spontaneous outburst of solidarity.
The two Irish governments proclaimed today to be President Robert Bentley Day, in honour of their decision to unite as one Christian nation where brothers and sisters in Christ can work and play together.
As President For Life, Dr. Bentley will preside over a democracy where abortions are banned, divorces are not allowed and child/spouse abusers will be flogged in the public square of their local townships and locked in stockades for all passersby to jeer.
Vegetable venders will be allowed to sell ten percent of their produce as waste, to be used as projectiles thrown at prisoners put on public daily display on a rotating basis. Those prisoners not on display in the public square will be seen working in roadside cleanup chain gangs.
Prisoners convicted of white collar crimes will be assigned one of the following duties: cleaning public toilets, working for the national diaper changing brigade, or psychobiological weapons testing.
The single government of Ireland officially operates under the guidance of the SSSF Party.
The SSSF Party declares solidarity with its nonChristian brothers and sisters fighting corruption in Tunisia and Algeria. The Party wishes an Irish blessing on the two Korean governments seeking resolution of the conflicts between their brothers and sisters, no matter what religion(s) they choose to worship the Almighty Creator.
Rumours are spreading that Israel and Palestine are considering forming a joint task force to develop a plan for peaceful negotiations for the opening of a civil conversation to politely detail the discussions that might lead to a possible reconciliation of a few thousands of years of misunderstanding an argument between a nomadic shepherd and a rug merchant over the value of a peace they established concerning the value of a piece of unfarmable/ungrazable land that they both agree was built by God/Allah and is for Allah's/God's use only; thus, they are temporary caretakers, neither can own the land outright and must share equally.
India and Pakistan are taking a wait-and-see approach to these acts of unselfish love for one another.
Meanwhile, "Baby" Papa Doc Duvalier says he always had his people's best interests in mind and that's why he seemed so cruel - he was just playing the part of a stern and assertive father of children who needed a lot of discipline to stay on the straight and narrow path to membership in the international brotherhood and sisterhood of mature nations - look what happened to them after he left - they need him now more than ever.
Amazonian Indian tribes are not fooled by any of these proclamations/acts. They remember the deforestation that round after round of collapsed civilisations told the tribes were for their best interests.
The U.S. government released a statement clarifying the intention of the Extended Family Act, which eliminated public and private pension plans and replaced them with a directive that encourages all extended family members to move in together under one roof to save overhead costs in order to allow the family members to live off a few salaries or the salary of the primary breadwinner. Tax incentives will take effect in 2040 that compensate the children who suffered under the early years of the EFA.
Producers of "The King's Speech" made their final payment to Ricky Gervais for his backhanded comedic adverts of the movie, disguised as insulting jokes he told at the Golden Globes. Celebrate subliminal subtlety!
The two Irish governments proclaimed today to be President Robert Bentley Day, in honour of their decision to unite as one Christian nation where brothers and sisters in Christ can work and play together.
As President For Life, Dr. Bentley will preside over a democracy where abortions are banned, divorces are not allowed and child/spouse abusers will be flogged in the public square of their local townships and locked in stockades for all passersby to jeer.
Vegetable venders will be allowed to sell ten percent of their produce as waste, to be used as projectiles thrown at prisoners put on public daily display on a rotating basis. Those prisoners not on display in the public square will be seen working in roadside cleanup chain gangs.
Prisoners convicted of white collar crimes will be assigned one of the following duties: cleaning public toilets, working for the national diaper changing brigade, or psychobiological weapons testing.
The single government of Ireland officially operates under the guidance of the SSSF Party.
The SSSF Party declares solidarity with its nonChristian brothers and sisters fighting corruption in Tunisia and Algeria. The Party wishes an Irish blessing on the two Korean governments seeking resolution of the conflicts between their brothers and sisters, no matter what religion(s) they choose to worship the Almighty Creator.
Rumours are spreading that Israel and Palestine are considering forming a joint task force to develop a plan for peaceful negotiations for the opening of a civil conversation to politely detail the discussions that might lead to a possible reconciliation of a few thousands of years of misunderstanding an argument between a nomadic shepherd and a rug merchant over the value of a peace they established concerning the value of a piece of unfarmable/ungrazable land that they both agree was built by God/Allah and is for Allah's/God's use only; thus, they are temporary caretakers, neither can own the land outright and must share equally.
India and Pakistan are taking a wait-and-see approach to these acts of unselfish love for one another.
Meanwhile, "Baby" Papa Doc Duvalier says he always had his people's best interests in mind and that's why he seemed so cruel - he was just playing the part of a stern and assertive father of children who needed a lot of discipline to stay on the straight and narrow path to membership in the international brotherhood and sisterhood of mature nations - look what happened to them after he left - they need him now more than ever.
Amazonian Indian tribes are not fooled by any of these proclamations/acts. They remember the deforestation that round after round of collapsed civilisations told the tribes were for their best interests.
The U.S. government released a statement clarifying the intention of the Extended Family Act, which eliminated public and private pension plans and replaced them with a directive that encourages all extended family members to move in together under one roof to save overhead costs in order to allow the family members to live off a few salaries or the salary of the primary breadwinner. Tax incentives will take effect in 2040 that compensate the children who suffered under the early years of the EFA.
Producers of "The King's Speech" made their final payment to Ricky Gervais for his backhanded comedic adverts of the movie, disguised as insulting jokes he told at the Golden Globes. Celebrate subliminal subtlety!
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.
Thursday, January 20, 2011
Market Potential
Is it possible that the U.S. is the equivalent of a "niche" market now?
If so, is American English still the world's best language for universal communications?
If yes to both questions, then do I pay more attention to developments in China/India and less to the U.S. in creating the storyline that walks/surfs the front wave of our species' changes, chronicling them on a site like baidu but using my subcultural language that is easily translatable to Mandarin?
Pause for thought processing on this subject overnight...
If so, is American English still the world's best language for universal communications?
If yes to both questions, then do I pay more attention to developments in China/India and less to the U.S. in creating the storyline that walks/surfs the front wave of our species' changes, chronicling them on a site like baidu but using my subcultural language that is easily translatable to Mandarin?
Pause for thought processing on this subject overnight...
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