I was talking with a female friend of mine about how language isn't the best form of communication because we all perceive words differently, even if the general meaning of specific words are known. For example, the word "chains" could mean tire chains to European Americans while African Americans might picture slave chains, and it's the emotional reaction to some words that can lead to misunderstanding. The same misunderstandings through cultural differences are also present in gender differences.
No way, she says. Boys and girls brought up in the same culture will have the same definition of a word because they learned it the same way.
Ok, says I. What comes to mind when you think of the word relationship?
After some thought, she said: "The relationship between a man and woman or friend or a special person you care for. Your lover. The one you are attracted to that makes you feel so good to be with you can't live without them. Family, your relatives, anyone you're related to by blood."
I said, what about how things relate to other things? The relationship of subatomic particles in a constant state of attraction/repulsion that keeps them together but always at a distance? Or the attraction relationship between the Earth and Moon with gravitational forces strong enough to change weather, alter oceans, and make people crazy, with just enough repulsion, in the form of inertia, to keep them from crashing into each other. If relationships were attraction without resistance we'd all be part of the Suns mass speeding toward the center of the universe in a reverse big bang.
Then it dawned on me... Attraction alone is only half a relationship. Attraction without balanced repulsion can only result in crash and burn.
Does YOUR lover repulse you?
Or would you rather have the big bang?
Tuesday, March 29, 2011
Tuesday, March 22, 2011
are christians mad or do they just look that way?
A friend of mine once suggested I find a good church to set me straight. I asked what kind and she said hers was great and had the areas wealthiest and most successful businessmen as members. I asked if this church also had a lot of hot babes, to which her response was, NO! I then said, if you can go to a church filled with wealthy businessmen, I want to go to a church full of hot babes. It's only fair.
She never brought the subject up again.
She never brought the subject up again.
Tuesday, March 15, 2011
orgonite discoids
One improvement is the substitution of pulverized quartz crystal in the center orb instead of a single crystal. The logic is more crystal surface area to compensate the larger surface area of the powdered metals and an even distribution through the dense resin matrix. I also added more metal to the medium density orgonite to passively stimulate the inner orb. The extremely high density orgonite won't work without some kind of stimulation, while medium density orgonite will easily transmute DOR into POR in a passive mode.
The pleasing shape is a surprise benefit. As noted earlier, you can't leave it alone. Picking it up and rolling it around in your hands is an automatic response. You can't simply hold it. You're compelled to feel its surface, roll it in your hand, and constantly change it's position while your fingers and palm explore its edgeless form.
I'm inclined to think it's the movement that gives this unit the extra push to make it work to it's full potential and this energy is absorbed through your hand, triggering a mild endorphin release.
This definitely needs more research.
I'll keep ya posted.
Wednesday, March 09, 2011
what can I do?
I gather a lot of information from a number of sources, mostly pertaining to our current situation, what got us here, and how to make this reality better than what it appears to be. History can be a great tool to understand why things are the way they are, which explains why the powers that be eliminated the classics from our education system years ago. History always repeats itself and knowledge about how people in the past defeated their oppressors is information the slave class doesn't need to know. It's a control thing.
Sometimes I wonder if I'd be better off being dumb, illiterate, and sedated, like the majority of my citizen brethren.
I don't want to go through a detailed list of what's wrong with our world today. Everyone knows what's wrong. Our food isn't fit to eat, our water isn't fit to drink, our air isn't fit to breath, and we're forced into a doomed petroleum system that requires constant wars and toppling governments to install new puppet dictators to replace yesterdays puppet dictators to keep the oil flowing. On top of all this, our elected representatives, against the vast majority of their constituents wishes, hand over the treasury to the richest corporations in the world in an economic coup d'état.
As if that's not enough, our asshole president and his trillion dollar stimulus package did nothing but decrease the value of American currency so we can all look forward to paying $5.00 for a gallon of gas this summer with no increase in pay. That is, if you have a job in the private sector. In reality, the only jobs the stimulus package would truly “create” — as opposed to help “save” — would be 600,000 new jobs for bureaucrats. Past stimulus plans have usually failed to do much to revive the economy, despite their enormous cost. Japan tried it in the '80's, the "lost decade," building virtually unused bridges and airports located in districts of powerful legislators.
And don't get me started on Homeland Security, the Patriot Act, or NAFTA.
If our elected representatives performed this well in the private sector they'd all be on welfare.
I've come to realize a few truths:
Democracy in this country never existed.
Our republic is in name only.
Both the White house and congress have a consistent track record of doing the exact opposite of what the American people want them to do.
Both the White house and congress have a consistent track record of making things worse than if they did nothing at all.
It stands to reason, both the asshole in the White house and our asshole representatives are either working for someone else, who is coercing them to constantly and continually pass laws that serve no other purpose than to destroy the constitution they swore to uphold and usher in a socialist state, or Washington is run by a bunch of totally retarded psychopaths who get off by causing misery for everyone while filling their bank accounts.
Did I leave anything out? If the answer is "no," you're not paying attention. You can either go back to sleep and think everything is fine or do something about it.
"But what can I do? I'm just one person and the government is so big."
I'll tell ya what you can do. Get an envelope and stuff it with monopoly money or I.O.U.s and address it to
The President
The White House
Washington, DC
and drop it in the nearest mailbox and feel good about doing something patriotic besides piss and moan about how no one's doing anything. If you want to be anonymous, use someone elses return address. Use a reverse lookup in the white pages.
Don't forget the stamp. The Post Office is going broke, too.
That will at least put some newly hired bureaucrats to work opening up all that mail.
Sometimes I wonder if I'd be better off being dumb, illiterate, and sedated, like the majority of my citizen brethren.
I don't want to go through a detailed list of what's wrong with our world today. Everyone knows what's wrong. Our food isn't fit to eat, our water isn't fit to drink, our air isn't fit to breath, and we're forced into a doomed petroleum system that requires constant wars and toppling governments to install new puppet dictators to replace yesterdays puppet dictators to keep the oil flowing. On top of all this, our elected representatives, against the vast majority of their constituents wishes, hand over the treasury to the richest corporations in the world in an economic coup d'état.
As if that's not enough, our asshole president and his trillion dollar stimulus package did nothing but decrease the value of American currency so we can all look forward to paying $5.00 for a gallon of gas this summer with no increase in pay. That is, if you have a job in the private sector. In reality, the only jobs the stimulus package would truly “create” — as opposed to help “save” — would be 600,000 new jobs for bureaucrats. Past stimulus plans have usually failed to do much to revive the economy, despite their enormous cost. Japan tried it in the '80's, the "lost decade," building virtually unused bridges and airports located in districts of powerful legislators.
And don't get me started on Homeland Security, the Patriot Act, or NAFTA.
If our elected representatives performed this well in the private sector they'd all be on welfare.
I've come to realize a few truths:
Democracy in this country never existed.
Our republic is in name only.
Both the White house and congress have a consistent track record of doing the exact opposite of what the American people want them to do.
Both the White house and congress have a consistent track record of making things worse than if they did nothing at all.
It stands to reason, both the asshole in the White house and our asshole representatives are either working for someone else, who is coercing them to constantly and continually pass laws that serve no other purpose than to destroy the constitution they swore to uphold and usher in a socialist state, or Washington is run by a bunch of totally retarded psychopaths who get off by causing misery for everyone while filling their bank accounts.
Did I leave anything out? If the answer is "no," you're not paying attention. You can either go back to sleep and think everything is fine or do something about it.
"But what can I do? I'm just one person and the government is so big."
I'll tell ya what you can do. Get an envelope and stuff it with monopoly money or I.O.U.s and address it to
The President
The White House
Washington, DC
and drop it in the nearest mailbox and feel good about doing something patriotic besides piss and moan about how no one's doing anything. If you want to be anonymous, use someone elses return address. Use a reverse lookup in the white pages.
Don't forget the stamp. The Post Office is going broke, too.
That will at least put some newly hired bureaucrats to work opening up all that mail.
Tuesday, March 08, 2011
obama wants higher gas prices
Erick Erickson of Human Events says the recent rise of gas prices is a political, not an economic, calculation.
Gas prices continue to go up. When George W. Bush was President of the United States, Democrats constantly demanded he open the Strategic Petroleum Reserve to help lower prices. Some even wanted a temporary suspension of the gas tax. With Obama? Crickets.
Why the hypocrisy? It is very simple to understand.
The left knew that George W. Bush was not a fan of their green agenda. The green agenda consists of coal powered cars, urban living, and punitive measures to stop that mythical force known as global warming . . . or climate change depending on what day it is.
Barack Obama buys the agenda hook, line, and sinker.
The left could use gas prices as a political wedge issue against George W. Bush because they knew he did not actually want higher gas prices. Barack Obama, on the other hand, wants higher gas prices. His Energy Secretary, Steven Chu, wants the same. Chu is on record saying, “Somehow we have to figure out how to boost the price of gasoline to the levels in Europe.” Therefore, gas prices will go up and the left will silently cheer the economic disaster befalling us.
There are two reasons gas prices must go up. The first is to get people into coal powered cars. Coal powered cars can only be driven around 40 miles before they must be plugged back into the grid for more coal power. If everyone moves to coal powered cars, the drivers will be forced to live closer to cities.
Living closer to cities will increase urban density and decrease the supposedly anti-environmental impact of strip mall exurban utopias. In the liberal reorganization of society, only farmers should live in rural areas.
Once urban density is increased to European levels, then Barack Obama and the left can finally make a viable case for high-speed rail. There are, after all, two things high-speed rail supporters admit they need for viability: (1) high urban density and (2) high gas prices. Hmmm . . .
See, it is not a conspiracy on Barack Obama’s part. There is no secret. This President and those he surrounds himself with actively want high gas prices. They either do not care or are oblivious to the fact that high gas prices will wreak further havoc on the economy.
They look at Europe with its high gas prices and high-speed trains and they see nirvana. They willfully ignore the high rate of unemployment among the young, bankrupted social welfare programs, and growing immigrant slums.
These people are not fools. They want a world where we all live in big cities and use the sun and wind to run our lives — a return to the 14th century with 21st century hygiene. To get that to happen, gas prices must go up.
Barack Obama does not care about what is happening in the Middle East. He does not care about the cost to you to fill up your car with gas. Because the more you pay through Mid-East turmoil and inaccessible American oil deposits, the sooner his future of coal powered cars and high-speed trains can arrive.
This is an Obama created crisis he wants to make sure does not get wasted. That you and I are forced to relive the golden age known as the Carter Administration is not his concern.
Aside from Steven Chu's quote, the rest of this article is conjecture on Erickson's part but it reminds me of something I read about shortly after 9/11, as well as a number of sci-fi movie plots.
Soylent Green was about a future society where everyone was crowded into urban centers. Rural farm land, where food was produced, was owned by the Soylent Corporation and off limits to everyone.
Escape From New York was about Manhattan Island becoming a walled up, maximum security, roach motel, prison.
During WWII, Herman Goering had plans to turn Poland into his personal hunting preserve when all the Poles were successfully resettled to the cities.
The Trans America Highway and NAFTA is a reality signed by GW Bush, Vicente Fox, then president of Mexico, and Paul Martin, then Canada's prime minister, in Waco, Texas, in March 2005.
The 1,200 ft wide road would include ten truck and car lanes, a high-speed railway, and oil, gas and water pipelines. The superhighway would be so wide that critics say it would be too expensive to construct overpasses except in the cities, severing tight-knit rural communities.
A highway system with a limited number of exit and entrance ramps could effectively control the free range humans who refuse to go to their collective cattle barns.
Perhaps Erickson is on to something...
Gas prices continue to go up. When George W. Bush was President of the United States, Democrats constantly demanded he open the Strategic Petroleum Reserve to help lower prices. Some even wanted a temporary suspension of the gas tax. With Obama? Crickets.
Why the hypocrisy? It is very simple to understand.
The left knew that George W. Bush was not a fan of their green agenda. The green agenda consists of coal powered cars, urban living, and punitive measures to stop that mythical force known as global warming . . . or climate change depending on what day it is.
Barack Obama buys the agenda hook, line, and sinker.
The left could use gas prices as a political wedge issue against George W. Bush because they knew he did not actually want higher gas prices. Barack Obama, on the other hand, wants higher gas prices. His Energy Secretary, Steven Chu, wants the same. Chu is on record saying, “Somehow we have to figure out how to boost the price of gasoline to the levels in Europe.” Therefore, gas prices will go up and the left will silently cheer the economic disaster befalling us.
There are two reasons gas prices must go up. The first is to get people into coal powered cars. Coal powered cars can only be driven around 40 miles before they must be plugged back into the grid for more coal power. If everyone moves to coal powered cars, the drivers will be forced to live closer to cities.
Living closer to cities will increase urban density and decrease the supposedly anti-environmental impact of strip mall exurban utopias. In the liberal reorganization of society, only farmers should live in rural areas.
Once urban density is increased to European levels, then Barack Obama and the left can finally make a viable case for high-speed rail. There are, after all, two things high-speed rail supporters admit they need for viability: (1) high urban density and (2) high gas prices. Hmmm . . .
See, it is not a conspiracy on Barack Obama’s part. There is no secret. This President and those he surrounds himself with actively want high gas prices. They either do not care or are oblivious to the fact that high gas prices will wreak further havoc on the economy.
They look at Europe with its high gas prices and high-speed trains and they see nirvana. They willfully ignore the high rate of unemployment among the young, bankrupted social welfare programs, and growing immigrant slums.
These people are not fools. They want a world where we all live in big cities and use the sun and wind to run our lives — a return to the 14th century with 21st century hygiene. To get that to happen, gas prices must go up.
Barack Obama does not care about what is happening in the Middle East. He does not care about the cost to you to fill up your car with gas. Because the more you pay through Mid-East turmoil and inaccessible American oil deposits, the sooner his future of coal powered cars and high-speed trains can arrive.
This is an Obama created crisis he wants to make sure does not get wasted. That you and I are forced to relive the golden age known as the Carter Administration is not his concern.
Aside from Steven Chu's quote, the rest of this article is conjecture on Erickson's part but it reminds me of something I read about shortly after 9/11, as well as a number of sci-fi movie plots.
Soylent Green was about a future society where everyone was crowded into urban centers. Rural farm land, where food was produced, was owned by the Soylent Corporation and off limits to everyone.
Escape From New York was about Manhattan Island becoming a walled up, maximum security, roach motel, prison.
During WWII, Herman Goering had plans to turn Poland into his personal hunting preserve when all the Poles were successfully resettled to the cities.
The Trans America Highway and NAFTA is a reality signed by GW Bush, Vicente Fox, then president of Mexico, and Paul Martin, then Canada's prime minister, in Waco, Texas, in March 2005.
The 1,200 ft wide road would include ten truck and car lanes, a high-speed railway, and oil, gas and water pipelines. The superhighway would be so wide that critics say it would be too expensive to construct overpasses except in the cities, severing tight-knit rural communities.
A highway system with a limited number of exit and entrance ramps could effectively control the free range humans who refuse to go to their collective cattle barns.
Perhaps Erickson is on to something...
Wednesday, March 02, 2011
yours for only $29.99!
It's hard to see from this pic but there's a central orb in the middle of this discoid that's comprised of powdered aluminum and powdered iron oxide in a 3:1 ratio with a vertical DT quartz crystal with 3M resin. I chose the 3M resin for it's fast curing and high shrink rate. It's also the only stuff I could find at Lowes at the time.
The rest of this device has aluminum and brass shavings, top and bottom. The clear resin, not only shows its construction, but gives it that pleasing appearance that makes you want to take it home. I have to admit, you can't just look at it. It draws you in and before you know it, it's in your hand and you can't let go. It must be the discoid shape that makes it so pleasing in a tactile way. Or maybe it's because it cranks out so much positive energy it triggers an endorphin response.
What makes it work, you say?
The inner extremely high density core won't do anything unless acted on by some external force. The medium density orgonite surrounding it is enough to stimulate the inner core to work. An interesting effect I wasn't expecting... if you spin it on a table top and then hold it in your hand you can feel a slight vibration. I can only assume the spinning is the outside force allowing the inner core to activate. For a passive device, this thing rocks!
I think I can still make it better by using pulverized quartz in the inner core resin mix instead of the single DT crystal. Adding more crystals and metal shavings to the medium density will ramp up it's ability to nudge the inner core to work without having to rely on outside stimulation.
Of course, it'll take on a much different look and might not be as pretty. I'm even willing to make custom devices based on the individual. I figure $29.99 might be a good price for this piece and I can accept payments through paypal.
It seems business and art don't mix.
Any business agents out there willing to work with an orgone artist?
Sunday, February 27, 2011
Thursday, February 24, 2011
exxon valdez
There was a time when cars were like bic lighters. When your car ran out of juice you could always find another before the sun set and if it lasted a month you were ahead of the curve. Run it til it dies, pull the tags, and find another before the notary goes to bed.
Yesterday's $200 sliders have been replaced by $2,000 cars that make noises if you don't fasten your seat belts. And you call this good for the economy? I call it an extra squeeze of the collective bovine teat.
I feel we lost the romance of the American car when we permanently lost our vintage autos in favor of a highway system full of shinny Japanese cars, with as much personality as a toaster, and a payment book that will last as long as the car. At least the cash for clunker program took 90% of the Obama bumper stickers off the road.
Anyway, I found this beast, a '99 Ford Excursion, in a downtown back alley after looking at every car on Craig's list. The very next day the price of gas jumped to $3.00 a gallon, but I was committed and decided to make the best of it, even though it was a Ford. The Sierra Club gave it the Exxon Valdez award when it first came out because of it's horrendous gas mileage, but I have to admit, it's a damn good machine if you live in snow and ice country. Winter conditions aren't an issue with three ranges of 4WD, overdrive, heat and A/C with front and rear controls, limousine tinted windows, 17" wheels, 5.4 L engine, and 4 tons curb weight on a heavy duty truck frame that can drive over a Toyota without scratching the bumper. In this month alone it's got my ass out of jams by driving through stuff that my Jeep couldn't handle. The only thing that irritates me, besides the gas mileage, is the four catalytic converters and four O2 sensors. I mean, WTF is all that about? I'll tell ya what it's about. The only reason the two rear O2 sensors exist is to make sure you have all four cats operational so you can buy four times as many parts to keep it running. Maybe that's why Ford is the only big American car company that didn't need a bailout.
Ya know.... I'd give up every whistle and bell on any of these shinny pieces of high tech crap for my '68 Dodge 318 sportsman van that got 22mpg in town with NO catalytic converters, computers, or O2 sensors. But vintage cars are now as scarce as honest Washington politicians.
Thanks Barry O.
Friday, February 18, 2011
2 out of 3 aint that bad... or is it?
There's talk about dropping cursive writing from the elementary curriculum. Reasons are people don't use it anymore. It takes too long to learn. It's difficult to learn. Adults use block writing so cursive is a waste of time. Why use cursive when you can type it, change the font and use spell check?
Maybe adults have a hard time learning new tricks but eight year olds have a learning capacity that's off the charts. At six, a kid will rapidly absorb everything he comes in contact with as a foundation for everything he'll learn for the rest of his life. Social skills, languages, mathematics, art, reading, communication, coloring within the lines, spacial relationships, and personality. As anyone that's been around kids can tell you, kids are learning sponges. There's nothing they can't absorb and they do it faster and easier than the smartest adult. Why drop a subject that any kid can learn in a few weeks?
Is it the inability of the student to learn or the inability of the teacher to teach?
Cursive writing isn't simply a subject that becomes less important as we approach adulthood. It's not a dead art that's been replaced by computer keyboards. It's much more important than that.
It's the last crucial step in basic learning that employs a highly complex neurodevelopmental process, which involves multiple brain mechanisms. A simultaneous integration of memory, language, motor skill and higher cognition employing various degrees of motor coordination that requires balancing, flexing, and contracting movements as well as simultaneously stimulating some muscle groups while inhibiting other muscle groups.
In order to self-monitor writing output, visual, automatic motor memory, and revisualization feedback mechanisms must be engaged.
The idea that a nine year old can learn to do that in a few weeks boggles the mind. It REALLY blows my mind that the adults in charge of elementary school education would think it's a good idea to drop this from the curriculum in favor of something they feel is more important.
What's more important than developing a signature or reading script from the past?
The people in charge of our present educational system haven't been making the smartest decisions lately. Ebonics was a joke. New math was like new Coke. There, their, and they're are now acceptably interchangeable. I suppose to some of the dumb asses making the rules, dropping writing from the standard three R's of the educational system makes sense.
It looks like cognitive thinking isn't required anymore.... at least where learning is concerned.
Maybe adults have a hard time learning new tricks but eight year olds have a learning capacity that's off the charts. At six, a kid will rapidly absorb everything he comes in contact with as a foundation for everything he'll learn for the rest of his life. Social skills, languages, mathematics, art, reading, communication, coloring within the lines, spacial relationships, and personality. As anyone that's been around kids can tell you, kids are learning sponges. There's nothing they can't absorb and they do it faster and easier than the smartest adult. Why drop a subject that any kid can learn in a few weeks?
Is it the inability of the student to learn or the inability of the teacher to teach?
Cursive writing isn't simply a subject that becomes less important as we approach adulthood. It's not a dead art that's been replaced by computer keyboards. It's much more important than that.
It's the last crucial step in basic learning that employs a highly complex neurodevelopmental process, which involves multiple brain mechanisms. A simultaneous integration of memory, language, motor skill and higher cognition employing various degrees of motor coordination that requires balancing, flexing, and contracting movements as well as simultaneously stimulating some muscle groups while inhibiting other muscle groups.
In order to self-monitor writing output, visual, automatic motor memory, and revisualization feedback mechanisms must be engaged.
The idea that a nine year old can learn to do that in a few weeks boggles the mind. It REALLY blows my mind that the adults in charge of elementary school education would think it's a good idea to drop this from the curriculum in favor of something they feel is more important.
What's more important than developing a signature or reading script from the past?
The people in charge of our present educational system haven't been making the smartest decisions lately. Ebonics was a joke. New math was like new Coke. There, their, and they're are now acceptably interchangeable. I suppose to some of the dumb asses making the rules, dropping writing from the standard three R's of the educational system makes sense.
It looks like cognitive thinking isn't required anymore.... at least where learning is concerned.
Wednesday, February 09, 2011
Wednesday, February 02, 2011
buy the ticket, take the ride
When I was younger, everyone I knew loved the scary rides at the amusement parks. The scariest ride was always the roller coaster. You could hear the sounds of accelerating steel wheels immediately followed by the death screams of scared shitless passengers echoing through every part of the amusement park, beckoning the fearless and fearless wannabe's to come face to face with their own mortality.
You really like this girl and you want to impress her so double dating with another couple at an amusement park sounded like a good idea. You could ride some rides, hold hands as you walk around, and comment on all the activity. Play your cards right and you might get laid after the sun sets.
And then, the couple you're with insists you all ride the roller coaster. If two out of four people want to do a scary ride, and you don't want to look like a wuss to the girl you desperately want to get to second base with, you have no choice but to grow some gonads and get excited over such a great idea.
When you pay for the ticket and get in line, there's no turning back. That's what's running through your head as the four of you inch your way in line, surrounded by the overhead roar of an out of control train full of screaming, terrified passengers on a one way trip to hell.
The engine-less train pulls into the platform and you stare at the disheveled occupants and pray that greasy cheeseburger you just ate stays in your stomach. Your date picks a car and within seconds the bar comes down and you're locked in place, physically over-riding the fight or flight impulse that sets in when you're about to die, and off you go with an accelerated heart rate pumping adrenalin through your blood vessels. As the coaster makes it's slow, vertical climb, the conversation takes a serious tone as she says, "I'm really scared and excited at the same time. What about you?" With your eyes trained at the tracks ahead, disappearing into oblivion, you are too terrified for rational thought. As you round the top and experience the anti-gravity of a mile high free-fall, your lizard brain takes over and triggers your adrenal glands to go into overload. All thoughts of getting laid vanish as you hold on with all your might as you see your life pass before your eyes.
The rest of the ride is a series of ups and downs and twists and turns that pales in excitement compared to the horror of the first initial drop, but massive doses of endorphins kick in and your screams of terror morph into yells of elation and extreme joy. You're alive and this ride is fun as hell and ya can't wait to do it again.
Double payoff as your girl gives you a different ride after the sun sets.
Ok, it's not bungee jumping off The Golden Gate, or skiing down Everest, but it can be a first near death experience, triggering a biochemical cocktail of adrenalin immediately followed by an endorphin rush so profound, that it makes immortality a reality. The adrenalin wires you tight and sharpens your instinct for survival. The endorphin rush is the payoff for cheating death and the feeling is equivalent to an opiate high and just as addictive.
Could your first roller coaster ride be the beginning of a life of addictive, chemically rewarded payoffs from taking big chances and cheating death?
I wonder... does the tycoon, base jumper, and hard drug user have the same goals and outcome in common?
You really like this girl and you want to impress her so double dating with another couple at an amusement park sounded like a good idea. You could ride some rides, hold hands as you walk around, and comment on all the activity. Play your cards right and you might get laid after the sun sets.
And then, the couple you're with insists you all ride the roller coaster. If two out of four people want to do a scary ride, and you don't want to look like a wuss to the girl you desperately want to get to second base with, you have no choice but to grow some gonads and get excited over such a great idea.
When you pay for the ticket and get in line, there's no turning back. That's what's running through your head as the four of you inch your way in line, surrounded by the overhead roar of an out of control train full of screaming, terrified passengers on a one way trip to hell.
The engine-less train pulls into the platform and you stare at the disheveled occupants and pray that greasy cheeseburger you just ate stays in your stomach. Your date picks a car and within seconds the bar comes down and you're locked in place, physically over-riding the fight or flight impulse that sets in when you're about to die, and off you go with an accelerated heart rate pumping adrenalin through your blood vessels. As the coaster makes it's slow, vertical climb, the conversation takes a serious tone as she says, "I'm really scared and excited at the same time. What about you?" With your eyes trained at the tracks ahead, disappearing into oblivion, you are too terrified for rational thought. As you round the top and experience the anti-gravity of a mile high free-fall, your lizard brain takes over and triggers your adrenal glands to go into overload. All thoughts of getting laid vanish as you hold on with all your might as you see your life pass before your eyes.
The rest of the ride is a series of ups and downs and twists and turns that pales in excitement compared to the horror of the first initial drop, but massive doses of endorphins kick in and your screams of terror morph into yells of elation and extreme joy. You're alive and this ride is fun as hell and ya can't wait to do it again.
Double payoff as your girl gives you a different ride after the sun sets.
Ok, it's not bungee jumping off The Golden Gate, or skiing down Everest, but it can be a first near death experience, triggering a biochemical cocktail of adrenalin immediately followed by an endorphin rush so profound, that it makes immortality a reality. The adrenalin wires you tight and sharpens your instinct for survival. The endorphin rush is the payoff for cheating death and the feeling is equivalent to an opiate high and just as addictive.
Could your first roller coaster ride be the beginning of a life of addictive, chemically rewarded payoffs from taking big chances and cheating death?
I wonder... does the tycoon, base jumper, and hard drug user have the same goals and outcome in common?
Wednesday, January 26, 2011
what's the difference?
Last night I listened to our fearless leader recite his carefully crafted state of the union address, in which he tells congress, the media, and the world population how his administration perceives a snapshot of the way things are, right now, in the United States and how it got here and where it's heading and who's steering the ship of state. It's not just a great photo op. It gives the prez the media center ring to try and convince everyone he actually does positive things, and it reminds everyone exactly why they put him in office in the first place. It's like your car dealer calling you every two years to tell you what a great salesman he is.
As I listened to his talk, he said something that got my attention.
"We need to make America the best place to do business."
That's exactly what Dick Cheney said when he was VP in GW's first term. That's republican talk, isn't it? I mean, isn't that the mindset that got us all in this economic shit storm in the first place? And since when are democrats concerned about Wall Street profits? Democrats have always been for the working guy, unions, and the people who actually make things and republicans were for Wall Street, big business and the guy that hires you.
The thought came to me that politics and sports are exactly the same.
Both are spectator oriented.
Both require spectator money to operate.
Both play one team against the other.
Both are taught at every level of education.
Both have a tier structure with increasing levels of exclusivity.
Members in the highest levels of both are selected by people we don't know.
Football, baseball, and basketball all had separate but equal major leagues that eventually merged into one entity running the show for that particular sport. Now, each sport has one major league.
It appears as though the democratic party has been merged into the republican party for many years, with the republican party calling all the shots, including getting a democrat in the white house every now and then just to give the impression we still have a two party system.
And you thought you made a difference on November 2nd.
As I listened to his talk, he said something that got my attention.
"We need to make America the best place to do business."
That's exactly what Dick Cheney said when he was VP in GW's first term. That's republican talk, isn't it? I mean, isn't that the mindset that got us all in this economic shit storm in the first place? And since when are democrats concerned about Wall Street profits? Democrats have always been for the working guy, unions, and the people who actually make things and republicans were for Wall Street, big business and the guy that hires you.
The thought came to me that politics and sports are exactly the same.
Both are spectator oriented.
Both require spectator money to operate.
Both play one team against the other.
Both are taught at every level of education.
Both have a tier structure with increasing levels of exclusivity.
Members in the highest levels of both are selected by people we don't know.
Football, baseball, and basketball all had separate but equal major leagues that eventually merged into one entity running the show for that particular sport. Now, each sport has one major league.
It appears as though the democratic party has been merged into the republican party for many years, with the republican party calling all the shots, including getting a democrat in the white house every now and then just to give the impression we still have a two party system.
And you thought you made a difference on November 2nd.
Tuesday, January 25, 2011
Thursday, January 20, 2011
transition to the 4th dimension
The problem with living in a 3 dimensional universe is an abundance of boundaries designed to keep us contained. Compared to the rest of the cosmos we're nothing but babies in our individual playpens, aware there's more but unable and unwilling to leave the cage.
The laws of physics are our playpen walls and our baby toys keep us happy and content.
Well, I'm not content with all these hindrances so I looked into what it would be like to live in the 4th dimension. After all, that's where we're heading so I may as well research it.
Working on the premise that we all create our own realities and this reality of mine would be so much cooler if I didn't have these damn laws messin' up my shit.
A search on the internet got me a number of people trying to describe the 4th dimension by comparing it to the 2nd dimension, which is like explaining an airplane to a caveman by showing him a rock. A number of semi-smart guys described the 4th dimension by comparing a 3D cube to a hyper-cube, which is nothing more than a regular 3D cube with extended angles. Another expert figured that someone from the 4th dimension would be like a floating blob of organs, fluid, and vapor in a constant shift of transparencies. It soon became apparent to me these guys are all irretrievably stuck in 3D land and can't imagine anything outside their carefully crafted playpens.
I figured I could do better so I climbed up my playpen wall and trained my eye to the horizon outside the window and reasoned a 4D world without restraints would have absolutely no boundaries.
Gravity, solid objects, time, space, climate control, growth, decay, and everything else that posed a problem is no longer in your way. You'll have a physical body, if you want, but it's not necessary. Earth will still be here, if you want, but there's a whole universe worth checking out. You'll have time because time is no longer an issue. You can see the big bang and the end of the universe before breakfast. The vastness of space? Go anywhere instantly. Space suits? What for? You can picnic on the sun. Can't think of any place to go outside of Earth? You will. You'll have unlimited information from the cosmic collective. You'll be an immortal, non-corporeal, timeless being who can morph into anything and be everywhere at the same time.
And this is just 4D... climbing out of the playpen and entering adolescence. Cosmic adulthood is when we get to 12D.
What do ya think that will be like?
The laws of physics are our playpen walls and our baby toys keep us happy and content.
Well, I'm not content with all these hindrances so I looked into what it would be like to live in the 4th dimension. After all, that's where we're heading so I may as well research it.
Working on the premise that we all create our own realities and this reality of mine would be so much cooler if I didn't have these damn laws messin' up my shit.
A search on the internet got me a number of people trying to describe the 4th dimension by comparing it to the 2nd dimension, which is like explaining an airplane to a caveman by showing him a rock. A number of semi-smart guys described the 4th dimension by comparing a 3D cube to a hyper-cube, which is nothing more than a regular 3D cube with extended angles. Another expert figured that someone from the 4th dimension would be like a floating blob of organs, fluid, and vapor in a constant shift of transparencies. It soon became apparent to me these guys are all irretrievably stuck in 3D land and can't imagine anything outside their carefully crafted playpens.
I figured I could do better so I climbed up my playpen wall and trained my eye to the horizon outside the window and reasoned a 4D world without restraints would have absolutely no boundaries.
Gravity, solid objects, time, space, climate control, growth, decay, and everything else that posed a problem is no longer in your way. You'll have a physical body, if you want, but it's not necessary. Earth will still be here, if you want, but there's a whole universe worth checking out. You'll have time because time is no longer an issue. You can see the big bang and the end of the universe before breakfast. The vastness of space? Go anywhere instantly. Space suits? What for? You can picnic on the sun. Can't think of any place to go outside of Earth? You will. You'll have unlimited information from the cosmic collective. You'll be an immortal, non-corporeal, timeless being who can morph into anything and be everywhere at the same time.
And this is just 4D... climbing out of the playpen and entering adolescence. Cosmic adulthood is when we get to 12D.
What do ya think that will be like?
Wednesday, January 19, 2011
293 ways to make change for a dollar
This is one of those problems you can't work out any other way but just do it. No computer model or mathematics exist, that I know of, that can work this out.
For what it's worth, 2+9+3= 14 1+4= 5.
The only reason I bothered looking into this is because I found this information on a slip of paper while cleaning up some detritus. As far as I know, I wrote this on a company notepad thirteen years ago. It must have been reasonably important enough to keep all these years and I'm sure there was more to it than simply an obscure bit of useless trivia.
http://tinyurl.com/ye2w8xg
For what it's worth, 2+9+3= 14 1+4= 5.
The only reason I bothered looking into this is because I found this information on a slip of paper while cleaning up some detritus. As far as I know, I wrote this on a company notepad thirteen years ago. It must have been reasonably important enough to keep all these years and I'm sure there was more to it than simply an obscure bit of useless trivia.
http://tinyurl.com/ye2w8xg
Monday, January 17, 2011
Sunday, January 16, 2011
to the moon, alice
There's a belief shared by quantum physicists, eastern mystics, and ancient wise guys that the reality we live in is self created and every detail of our waking reality is as individually crafted as our own sleep dreams.
Sometimes my dreams ignore the laws of physics and I'm able to fly, jump over mountains, walk through walls, breathe under water, and instantly transport myself to a completely different setting.
If reality is self created, why would we include the laws of physics? If flying is what we want, why would we include gravity and further compound it my making it an unbreakable law? It's like speed bumps at the Indi 500.
I tend to think we've been programed to accept these carved in stone "laws" to keep us from levitating over the stockyard fence and jumping over the moon.
Sometimes my dreams ignore the laws of physics and I'm able to fly, jump over mountains, walk through walls, breathe under water, and instantly transport myself to a completely different setting.
If reality is self created, why would we include the laws of physics? If flying is what we want, why would we include gravity and further compound it my making it an unbreakable law? It's like speed bumps at the Indi 500.
I tend to think we've been programed to accept these carved in stone "laws" to keep us from levitating over the stockyard fence and jumping over the moon.
Monday, January 10, 2011
how bout a do over
I firmly believe that we make our own universe from our own subconscious intent.
The one I live in has an economic system that relies on extreme conflict, resulting in mass death, so that a profiteer that I don't know, can increase their bottom line from interest rates from loans to both sides of any conflict.
I beg your forgiveness for ruining so many lives but I never took an economics class in college.
I'll do better next time.
The one I live in has an economic system that relies on extreme conflict, resulting in mass death, so that a profiteer that I don't know, can increase their bottom line from interest rates from loans to both sides of any conflict.
I beg your forgiveness for ruining so many lives but I never took an economics class in college.
I'll do better next time.
Thursday, January 06, 2011
it's all just a big joke
I ran into Mike the other day. The last we worked together was shortly after 9/11 and over the years we'd run into each other and compare notes. We talked about three times since then and I'd say the time we spent together in the last ten years must be something like maybe an hour.
We spent just enough time together to remember each other but not enough to see any changes. Mike sees me as I was ten years ago and I see him much the same way.
After talking and laughing for about a half hour he said something that made me think.
He said, "I always liked the way you looked at things. Whether it's politics, or the area, or the news, you think it's all just a big joke. Because of you, I look at the news at night and read the papers and laugh out loud because it's all just a big joke and it makes the news more like a sit-com."
Yep, that was pretty much my attitude back in the pre-9/11 days before everyone got serious about everything. I was carefree, selling phone cards and poison ivy treatments, searching for the meaning of life, and life was good. Mike still knows the me of ten years ago and talking with him was like looking through an old photo album of the way my mind worked before we became a police state.
The best part is Mike still thinks it's all a big joke and he credits me for giving him that attitude, and he gave it right back to me ten years later.
What a wonderful gift.
Thank you, Universe.
We spent just enough time together to remember each other but not enough to see any changes. Mike sees me as I was ten years ago and I see him much the same way.
After talking and laughing for about a half hour he said something that made me think.
He said, "I always liked the way you looked at things. Whether it's politics, or the area, or the news, you think it's all just a big joke. Because of you, I look at the news at night and read the papers and laugh out loud because it's all just a big joke and it makes the news more like a sit-com."
Yep, that was pretty much my attitude back in the pre-9/11 days before everyone got serious about everything. I was carefree, selling phone cards and poison ivy treatments, searching for the meaning of life, and life was good. Mike still knows the me of ten years ago and talking with him was like looking through an old photo album of the way my mind worked before we became a police state.
The best part is Mike still thinks it's all a big joke and he credits me for giving him that attitude, and he gave it right back to me ten years later.
What a wonderful gift.
Thank you, Universe.
Wednesday, January 05, 2011
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