"Fart Proudly"

Day Two.  Writing satire, no matter how subtle (or dry (or full of incomprehensible inside jokes)), ([attempts to transcend]/transcends) the ordinary.

I do not expect a bear, cougar or other large predator to approach me from the woods behind my house.  However, to give a satirical slant to a moment of my standing in the woods, I might put a talking bear or contemplative cougar in a scene within a story here.

Better yet, I might transport the story to another setting, keeping in my thoughts the original setting.

Although we are all ordinary, few of us want to be.  We desire a unique quality that we find individually or as part of a group.  We combine these unique qualities as the need/want/desire occurs.

None of these thoughts are original.  They are part of my moving through a meditative day.

Curiosity, adaptation and group-based decisionmaking (i.e., consensus) motivate our species.

Constantly seeking funding for the network that is the Book of the Future is boring.  I am not motivated by money - money is merely a means of exchange for me - how much I have is not as interesting as what I want to do with how much I have.

The world is almost completely networked.  Now what?  What next?  Next now, please.

I am motivated by humour, especially through satire.

We may close a years-long business negotiation, design the world's best widget, drive the fastest lap around a racetrack, raise the most perfect children or set space flight records.  Whatever we may do, I want to find a laugh to change our perspective for planning our next achievement.

This blog is here to poke fun at us, in every walk of life.  Sometimes the satire is obvious.  Sometimes the satire is obscure.  Serious, amateur and relaxing, every time.

Our male cats - pedigreed Cornish Rex - will spend the majority of their lives in this house.  Watching them and their hunting instincts, I wish I could have given them an outdoor life in a semitropical climate to hone their skills.

In my observations of this extension of woods I call my yard, I've noticed spiders that seem to mimic ants and spiders that seem to mimic walking wasps/flies.  I haven't seen any ants, wasps or flies that mimic spiders.  Not yet.

We worry about climate change.  Perhaps we should.  I don't know.  I see new species migrate into my yard year after year, a few staying around, and wonder if it's climate change or ecosystem disruption, and how much of either I can credit/blame our species.

I am not worried about climate change.  Our species will adjust to planetary changes, our population going up or down in local/total, our diets varying in accordance with available/sustainable food sources.

Meanwhile, I hunt for the next satirical scene to write, which may poke fun at any walk of life in the past, the present or the future.  I may learn an important lesson in the telling.

I'll spend the rest of the day thinking about the change in my perspective (my new "persona") I want to apply to this blog.  I have about a week to enjoy my vacation/holiday, too.