2010-05-27

One Less Noise

[Yes, I know that I am stealing a page from those who have stolen these pages from me.  Just because they can get in here doesn't mean they can keep me out.]

I have my reasons for unplugging, coming undone, removing the stuffing and getting restuffed with new stuff.

Butterflies enjoy the mimosa blooms today after last night's rain.

I can find few scents more appealing than wet forest earth.  Find me a woman who smells like she's been hiking in the woods all day and...well, I guess I married her, didn't I?

I'm on another staycation (a stay-at-home vacation or holiday for frugal "quiet millionaire" tightwads like me).

If immigration tends to fuel economic growth, does that mean those of us in post-immigration generations enjoy the comforts of our immigrant families' hard work or see the fallacy in chasing materialistic dreams or both?

Ah, lost in the details of civilised living once again.

We do not completely reinvent life so life is a form of plagiarism.  Attribution is a formal courtesy.

What is your form of entertainment?  Do you tend to watch flat surfaces like a TV/computer/mobile phone screen?

If augmented reality is the wave of electronic entertainment futures, then how do I augment the "screen" in front of me, the forested yard in which I live?  Do I want to?

What miraculous kind of webcam could see the tiny insects, bacteria, fungus, lichen and moss hidden from my normal view and add informational value via computerised database to my comprehensive intake of this micromacrobiological ecosystem?

Have you ever cleaned a public toilet?

Are you a Spaniard born in France and raised in Venezuela because of fascism?

Are you a registered nurse who has learned many medical methods due to your diversity of interests?  Did you retire and forget everything, becoming a globetrotting tourist, instead?

Have you raised two children, one clearly focused on computer science and the other wandering through the "creative" lifestyle?

Do you have a horse and motorised boat on a large hill?

I build my network without telling my nodes what they are doing for me now or in the future.  Those who refused to answer the census questions have been cataloged for future use - remember, I keep track of every "yes" and every "no."

I take these staycations to forget about the world for a while but I never do.  The world never stops and neither do I.

My associates and I change our associations, switching out disguises, always here for you to see in plain sight all the time.

For instance, during the next two weeks, we're experimenting with a new form of communication.  Actually, it's an old one but we've modified it a little.  Using the power of suggestion, we've connected with many news headline creators to write whole sentences (in cryptic code, of course) that trigger mass movements in local communities.  We then play the numbers game to see who can most accurately create precise predictions of public and private gatherings.  The one who maintains the longest trend of the highest percentages of getting the count the closest wins the next round.

While that is going on, my programmers are tasked with pushing the Book of the Future to output as many of these mass movements as they can squeeze out of it without using up a noticeable supply of wood pencils.

Meanwhile, I have colleagues who are searching for other books of the future to determine if there are any that produce more than just wishful thinking.

During these two weeks, I'm meditating on holistic solutions of another sort.

You understand, of course, that my main concern lies not with this planet but with connecting life to itself in all its forms.

We keep the superficial societal connections spinning in and out of each other for those who don't know or don't care about life expansion.  From that, we skim a slim profit (note I said "slim," not "maximum") that we use to feed the inventors, computer programmers and others who are working on populating a mobile radiation shield for interstellar travel (i.e., an asteroid).

Therefore, every one of us is important for the future of life itself, no matter whether you're hopping up your ATV in river bottoms or on inner city streets.  The ride you modify here may be the one we need to explore extraplanetary surfaces.

That's why I don't distinguish one lifestyle from another.  Amish buggies and African drums contribute equally to what we need to establish us off this planet.

In reality, North Korea and South Korea are just as important to me as they are now as what they could be as one nation.  However, importance is relative and determined by what others need, too.  Again, I have to accommodate all needs all the time, including those of societies with which I have little contact in any one moment.

That's why I am unimportant.  I am not our species.  We are.  And we need other life, other species, to sustain our lives and our species, here or in outer space.

We're going to send many explorers out into space to try to create new populations.  Not all of them will survive but their attempts build our knowledge sets and increase our longterm chance for survival.

Immigration/emigration is the fuel that feeds life.  When we get too comfortable in one spot, we think about ourselves and forget who we are, every one of us an integral part of life.

But that's giving away our future in retelling our past.  The next two weeks is about having fun!

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