Lowering the Bar

Everybody eats - yes? It really doesn't matter if you're a vegan, cow-hide slicer, vegetable monger or a chicken little - food tastes good, and food goes in your belly. It's remarkable what our stomachs can tolerate - the organ itself is by far, in my opinion, the most underrated organ. Yes, the brain gets alot of praise, the skin if often gazed at in mirrors for hours by some, and of course the copulatory members of our bodies are sometimes put on pedestals for showcase, but the stomach can be considered as our personalized waste recycling centres - we take in the good stuff, process it, and spit it out our other ends as a compact receptacle of a black fly's dreams. What's even more amazing- any materials or items that shouldn't be there (like that hotdog I once ate at 3:00 am from the 7-11) are quickly rejected as a foreign material, and regurgitated as filth.

Filth to the stomach is never a pleasant thing.

Crumbling Cookied Monsters

Food today serves the same role it did yesterday, the same role it serves today, and the same role it will tomorrow - nothing has changed in the role of food - I still enjoy a good perogy layered in onions and sour cream as much as I did years ago - but what has changed is the perception of food - the attractiveness of it - its cultural significance - its delectability - and most importantly - its marketability. The invention of a new food is revolutionary - Coca-Cola can attest to that, but the ability to offer and distribute food has also found its own revolutionary path - as although food's role will never change, the layers and levels of intricate impacts from the systemic distribution of food is making it a very scarce commodity.

Food starts its long journey well before we unwrap the preserved goodness from the Twinky, to be a little grandeurous about it, it starts at the sun. Waves upon waves of unkempt beams of light continuously beat down on us, repeatedly bringing free calories for indiscriminatory use. Now the question of what came first: the seed or the leaf brings on nightmares of creationistic dilemmas with the chicken and the egg, but the seed (as does the egg) forms a membrane surrounding complex bits and pieces (or cotyledons and epicotyls, for the lack of a better term) mimicking the steps of its single-celled brethren colluding in the petri-dish. But unlike its single cell cousin, who simply splits into two by the pre-programmed nature to divide and conquer... the seed has another calling - it sings a different tune in harmonic programming... it has the recipe to take those complex bits and pieces, or the C, H, O and N, and line them up in perfect rank and file to form a structure of true magistry - forming the bonds of renewability and growth by simply soaking in the rays of the Sun, and sucking the gases of our grumbling bowels - all through the formation of carbon chains supporting a beacon of Magnesium at the tips of it's chlorophylled antennae.

So after all the steps and pieces and membranes and xylems are put in place by each plant cell, we chop them down. Normally, we grind them into bits in pieces, sometimes, we bundle them up and let the water-logged weight deplete to shippable capabilities. Either way, it's an abrupt intervention to an otherwise simple existence. The next steps in the path of the food's chain is a much more complex, as the layers upon layers of intricate idiosyncratic idealogies hide a worse stench the rotting brussel sprout in the bottom of the refrigerator door.

Oscar Meyers Grouches

It began with a well. Blood spilled like the milk from the cow, and derricks erected beacons of prosperity for the snake-oil salesman - it began with the discovery of another bio-sequenced hydrocarbon - left over from the eons of solitude in utter Om. The remains of once vital beings and organisms were pushed, pressurized, and left to sit... and wait... until the wells were tapped.

At this point, the Earth must have felt a coercive 'oomph' to its lymph nodes as its immune system felt a sudden shock of panic. Penetrating probes were waving shocks of nuisant exploration, and an otherwise delicate balance of life-cycling carbon in the craters and formations of its underbelly was getting a rude awakening. The carbon cycle took an immediate influx towards chaotic principles of Second Law nature, the thermodynamic imbalance was in full thrust mode - oil was pumping, and oil found a home.

Rock oil production, or 'Petr-Oleum', as the Ukrainian contend, first began as a refining process of kerosene from coal. The discovery that hydrocarbons broke down their complex chains through heating spawned a era of quick fix ideas and inventions all designed to make life a little bit easier - but as waist bands expanded around the porkly product of laziness, so did food - easier lifestyles were bred from easy solutions, and easier lifestyles led to comfy couch cushions, and comfy couch cushion necessitated lazy products of consumption - our food.

The key ingredient to the recipe for success is transportation. It worked for Kellogg, it worked of General Mills. The solution was simple - bring in feed products from the cheapest provider to a central location - at this central location, processing would occur, along with packaging for distribution. Sales orders would and could also be filled from this location, however as things expand and grew, private, localized distribution centres could also be set up successfully. The underlining packaging hidden in the layers of the diglycerided preserved goodness of the Twinky was transportation.

Two Headed Monsters

Unlike the network of transportation, which boomed with every oil well that spiked production, the network of food has de-evolved from its once diversified portfolio. It was common to find farms and countryside bungalows full of fresh-picked delectables - ready for a quick wash and cut. Oats, hay, rhubarb, strawberry, cabbage, gooseberry, peaches, grapes, wheat and corn used to be only a quick drive down a country road. As the waves of industrialization swept across ocean to ocean from between 1920-1970, the ability to transport goods over long distances brought microwaveable popcorn, packaged flour, Shake N' Bake - essentially, concoctions of processed goodness in food wrapped its cellophane package across the industrial parking lots of the world. No longer were we required to hunt and gather - we could simply drive down the street and receive a pre-package processed meal ready for the trip through the tracks of intestinally lined walls. What ended up occurring, was a market of supply and concentrate. The demand of large distributors of processed food concentrated the production of said food into localized areas. Farmers began focusing on reserving their land for specific crops - diversification lost its way as Mother Nature felt a stab to the ribcage - from being able to provide what was arguably the seed of sustainable growth - farmers turned to product-specific targeted growth - essentially the same thing a fetish whore does for their clients. And as with the fetish whore who overuses its resources, farmers soon found their land crusty and full of depleted sores - all from overfertilization and overuse.

So as uni-versification goes, transport was the key and concise contributor - trucks ready to ship from Points A to B, X to Y and Z to C. Food began shipping from the farm, being processed at a factory, package and re-distributed - virtually every morsel of food began travelling greater distances than the pioneers who seeded them. A tributary from the food migration was the development of the WASD, or weight averaged source distance, and in areas of the North American continent, WASD has grown to average over 2400 km of travel for a piece of produce to get to the grocery shelves.

And within the complex network of highways paved across continents, the complex network of distributing and processing exploded. Businesses were abound all eager and ready to jump on the next marketing campaign for items like 'Bilk' - beer with milk - and 'Season Shot' - the ammo with flavour - never get bullet taste in your game bird again!... Products could now be shipped across oceans, and allowed to infiltrate a reach of consumerism never seen before. This reach, however, has been stretched to the tensest point in its existence, one could argue.

Snuffleupaging Shot

Through the distribution of food, raw materials are harvested from a farm. At this point, material are typically bundled and packaged for shipping, and are either sent to rail loading stations, a distribution centre. Very rarely are products used locally for sale - this didn't used to be like this... So at the distribution centre, waybills track data and weight at points of sale into the network of uses. Some may go to nearby grocers - but most branch off towards to distant processing facilities. Once processing is finalized, items are repackaged and diverted again to far distant distribution centres once again, which are finally dispersed to local grocers and stocked shelves. In total, from the point of sale to the farmer, in all likelihood, your food as gone through two distributors, a processing or manufacturing company, while utilizing three or more trucking companies to finally hit the grocer's store. In total, it could be reasoned that every morsel of food you buy goes into a percentage of 3 truck driver's wages, 6 accountants fees, 4 lawyers anal gouging, 3 distribution agents and managers procrastinating prognosticating, and numerous board member's increase to share price and dividends. In all of these steps and complexities to eating a meal - layers and layers of occupations and labour are utilized - and within all the layers of labour and utilization is the hidden driver behind escalating costs of food - profit. It seems quite logical, that under a streamlined effort, the magical equation can be dividing into 2 truck driver's wages, 1 accounting fee, 1 lawyer, 1 distribution agent and manager and fewer board member's profit fees - a guess could be made that under a localized supply and demand structure, food costs could be cut in half, possibly twice...

So as layers and steps are added to the food distribution chain, one constant remains in all of heaping costs lumped into the recipe for success - energy use. Energy consumption happens in the farm equipment harvesting the first crop, from the semi-trailers hauling long distances to the processing facility, to the facility's industrial energy use in completing processing. As you drive to pick up groceries, an immediate cost is used in that transport. So in my convoluted rants, one thing is obvious - food and energy are tied at the hip. One thing I pointed out is the scarcity of the situation - as energy goes, so does our food. As energy increases in costs, so will our food. So in a time when debt ratios paint bleaker potential than the market confidence splashed across news pages - our wallets will become lighter at a faster pace. Cheap oil is becoming scarcer and scarcer - the Oil Sands extraction at the edge of the Canadian Shield are evidence of that. So as a resource becomes scarcer, and more expensive - this cost will balloon - and so rises the cost of our food. The barrels of oil have spilled, creating a slippery slope of inflation ready to soak the world - the repercussions of this will become more evident as oil reserves become depleted over the next 40 years...

Count Von Counting Carbon

So food is tied with energy - however energy is being tied with the thing called greenhouse gases. The term 'greenhouse' is typically reserved to a humidity and temperature-controlled environment in which carbon, water and oxygen cycles are in full renewable health. The greenhouse gases which are tied with energy are by no means relateable to a greenhouse. The carbon cycle is in complete disarray as emissions are pumped into the atmosphere, in which the Earth does not possess enough chlorophyll to keep up with supply. The prognosticators will say that this will heat the Earth ever so gently, bringing severe climate change and economic catastrophe. To remediate this, the World is prepared to cap and trade our problem. With cap and trade, we are conscientiously choosing to reduce our emissions whereby every company will be required to reduce or limit the generation of CO2. If the company is not available to reduce or limit the generation of CO2, the company can purchased CO2 credits generated by do-gooders or otherwise.

The items in this proposal that concern me are twofold - the first being that regulating CO2 emissions from companies will allow the company to pass the saving onto the consumer - meaning that every item or service could have an 'environmental CO2 levy' attached to it, either being spelled out such as I did, or being masked away under the 'profit' margin attached to your invoice... This is no further observed than when energy companies declared: "Energy costs to triple with carbon capture". They have already stated that CO2 cap and trade will be passed onto the consumer. The second concern is the market. As fictitious and head-scratching as the question: "What is the stock market?", cap and trade has the potential to tie itself into the speculative nature of confidences, indices, potential and bullish behaviour. As CO2 sinks deeper into the pool of economic divergence, collateral interests and intervening accumulation - we are conceivably seeing the next boom tick tocking its way onto Wall Street. And as CO2 gains value - so does our energy, so does our food and our repeated reliance to the complete acceptance of status quo...

"... chasing the clouds away"

It starts at the Sun. Jimmy Carter first introduced a plan in 1979 - his goal was to provide the United States with energy derived from the Sun - his target was 20% by 2000.

Solar technology today is limited due to limited demand, high cost of raw materials and in general, the total amount of raw materials required. On average, costs range from between $7 - 12 per watt installed. So for 1 GW, it would cost between $7,000,000,000-$12,000,000,000.

The U.S., in 2005, utilized approximately 435 GW of electrical energy. In 2008 the U.S. utilized $700 billion for 'bailout purposes'. In 2009, the U.S. utilized $787 billion for 'stimulation' purposes. In total, some estimates cap the total 'bailout' cost at $4 trillion.

For $700 billion, between 58-100 GW of solar power could be built, or between 13%-23% of the U.S.'s 2005 electrical consumption. For $1.487 trillion, between 123-212 GW (28%-48%). For $4 trillion, between 333-571 GW (77%-131%).

Re-Casting the Street

I've only voted once in my entire life. My first opportunity, I was most likely naive. I didn't have an appreciation for clean streets, affordable housing and the general ho-hum of everyday life. I suppose the politics and government didn't really have any numbers - it seemed all fictitiously instead of sciency. But at my first opportunity to vote - I did - but I didn't know the issues, the campaigns, the slogans, nor the candidates. I felt dirty afterwards... casting my vote for something I didn't know. Every opportunity to vote now still makes me feel dirty - and now I feel like I do know the slogans and campaigns. One promise I always hear is that they will make my tax dollars work. At this point in time, I do see my tax dollars at work, but at the municipal level and provincial levels only. I see hospitals being funded (and cut), roads being paved and streets being cleaned... At the federal level... the level primarily responsible for energy, economic growth and health and environment - we've been two steps behind our best intentions - as much as Canada depicts its economic prosperity and environmental stewardship, we are truly nothing but resource whores - complete with salty lips and salty hips. I can't see any renewable forefront from our borders for quite some time.

In the U.S., the commitment to renewability has been started, although there still exists the opportunity for 'hands in the cookie' jar with the cap and trade. But as iterations go, it's a start... One question to pose however is renewability - the use of free energy from outside sources. Renewability, in it's nature - is free - so as we approach a renewable age by the predated specifications in 2050 - with the 50% reductions or 80% steps to renewability - keep a wonder why things are no cheapers, nor cost effective. The layers of CO2 can infiltrate the food chain, coughing up bubbles and bubbles of hidden inflation - and as the cap and trade systems are being proposed today, consider alternatives, like the direct investment of GDP into renewable energy - essentially allowing the taxpayer to own a renewable source of energy. In direct investment, money will immediately stop environmentalists from spewing greehouse garbage, curtail inflation by helping those apples, pears, dyglycerin, monosodium glutimate and Twinkies be processed a little bit cheaper, all while providing a reduction in wait times at the unemployment office and lighter heat and energy bills.

Sesamic Limbo

I'm on the verge of returning to employed occupation after a long hiatus. I'll be returning as a producing member of tax-paying society - primarily driven as a result of the ever tightening debt-ratio incurred through 7 months of incomeless ratios. But as I've limboed under the bar of debt, I've realized solutions are simple to sustainable budgeting. I've had to change a few habits (like turning the shower off when scrubbing - it's so much more pleasant without a chaotic waterfall) and will still have to change a few (like 3 a.m. hotdogs) but it's a step towards lowering my economic bar towards a more renewable outlook...

When the Well Runs Dry

Statistics Canada released their unemployment poll results today - on cue and within the call of exasperated whimpering, the results paint a picture of rosey recovery. Lately, the poll results have percolated waves of uncontrollable anticipation in my fragmented bones - each month eagerly anticipating expectations of analytical, statiscally woven masterpieces... this month did not dissappoint...

Spudded Roots

As a Nation, Canada has built itself on living up to the self-proclaimed moniker - "The True North Strong and Free" - it is true that we drink beer, can have cold long winters in the Prairies, and really, really pride ourselves on our resources. The lands of the true north were first settled by the migratory paths of the First Nations, visited by the Vikings, then settled, colonized and patriotized by the British and French, and finally globallized with our hockey haircuts, lumber and hydrogenated carbon molecules. As a young child, I used to honourably chant our national anthem, I would stand proudly and envision our great country full of trees, mountains - mother nature at its finest - it was almost the only thing that would shake off the incurable shyness from my innocent voice... That was until a new slang entered the precipices of the stars and stripes, or red-dyed maple leaf, in the instance of my home nation.

Exporting Pipelines

I was in Pennsylvania at the time, the leaves had fallen and the countryside was darkly stained with the onset of winter in 2007. I was travelling with two older mentors, so to speak, pitching a project which tied directly with the surge in activity in the true north. The Americans, were relatively new to the concept, having received broadcasted analysis from 60 minutes in January of 2006 - they were relatively confused as to why a product would be extracted without generating some type of electricity, or co-generation, as the industrialists coined. In any regard, the moments not spent in meeting rooms were typically consumed driving countrysides which hid peppered settlings from the Amish. What was most noticeable in the quiet moments of contemplative messages exchanged with the ever-escaping horizon were the number of homes for sale dotted along the passing roadside. Curious to my new itch, I inquired on the facts - and was duly noted to hear that an oncoming mess was about to hit homes from west to east, and the turmoil and splatter would not be quick to wash off...

The sub-prime mortgage mess was first explained to me at this time... indexes and confidences were at a peak and markets were ballooning with prosperity and promises of more - people were consuming the words as ravishly as they were their expendables incomes - and an amateur economist with a dime-store degree in engineering mechanics raised on a potato farm from the true north explained it all, or 'forecast' as the top executive economists would publish. It was remarkable really, as studiously as I searched for answers in top-rated publishings and economic magazines - very few verified this madman's claims - an economic crash was as close as assininity was to an ass. But all in cue and on target - banks popped and plummeted as the truth was finally revealed - it seemed as though nobody saw this coming, and the promise of quick relief, blips in the radar, resurgence and recession-proof were soon spread across article to article.

Percolating

As the time ticked by and pages upon pages were reviewed and examined with explanations on how we got here, the promises of relief and returned revenue spread across newsprint, or webpages as we now know them. A new leader of the States proclaimed a calm amongst the masses, and a partial resurgence in the beaten and bruised economy emerged. Economists once again become figureheads in determining the exact length, time, location and speculatory existence of a renewed recovery. Facts and figures in the economists articles were instead replaced with distorted statistics and allegorical words like confidence and sentiment... As soon as consumer confidence was restored, sentiment towards ravishing ourselves with lavishness will propel market emergence - so told the tale of the market economist. But in this tale, a paradox that dances with chickens before the egg is hatched suddenly cracks its embryonic fluids into the skillet of hot kitchens - the masses must first be employed before they can spend - but if no one is earning anything - how can the flirtatious relationship with consumer confidence be rekindled?

Completions

As statistical analyses go, I'm an amateur at best - I once described my experience in collegiate studies in Statistics as more favourable than an enema, yet slightly worse than a kick in the balls... But as statistical eggheads go - my shortcuts and lazynesses have led to observatory embellishments.

For starters, unemployment continues to be the key figure in restoring a healthy economy - but at the present moment, we are stalled in the effort to lower unemployment. The statistics released today have been proclaimed as 'the relief we needed' - as if the published letters were acting as the Advils and Aspirins in our worries. But hidden amongst the straw and haystacks from the plains of the true north's statistics are the summer surges of part-time playbooks - data which doesn't represent the true plight of our struggles as companies have recast their votes in the survival to compete in an everclosing competitive industry - part time statuses have surged, even the senior populace of 55+ have returned to work, no longer supported by their peers and families - and have begun overtaking the youth in employment - a decrease in youth's work means an increase in family support - and an increase to the debt ratio of the normalistic household family. Yet many pieces of the puzzle have yet to be revealed - unemployment statistics only tell tales of scripted categorical numbers - what truly reveals the health of the economy is the total income of our patrons - and by part-time status surges - this indicator could well have taken the biggest hit of all...

Another note in note taking is that a recent development at the G-8 summit proclaimed a standard for combating the global climate change war. The highly developed nations have set their sights on an end-target. Yet as the stools stood in the wake of shadows, our leader shook a hand in the slightest of contradictory poses - the aides and cabinet walkers perhaps could not mime the puppet to speak its spoken scripts: Canada committed to the global war against heat. Yet hidden in the black bunkers of the bases in our fortresses, the commitment seems to contradict the cavalry of cowboy connoisseurs of synthetic crude oil that our leader sent to the south - and in committing to the cause, we could have possibly committed economic suicide - our prized possession of economic prosperity and fortitude has little bubbles of oxygenated carbon seeping from it's barrel - our prized resource has suddenly been labelled as the key enemy in the fight against climactic terrorism. It's as if the good minister of masses nodded politely as the pain from the bullet shot through his foot surged the nerve cells towards complete agony.

Another noted inquiry of observational madness I've made, is that the housing bubble we once created has been held firmly in place with branches of structure from the CMHC. At the time of the bubbling burst, we surged and stressed our debt indicators to a capacity never before seen - investors flocked like seagulls to the discarded breadcrumb - increasing borrowing limits to the teetering totter of a leveraged crutch. The bankruptcy statistics are showing this - the foreclosure statistics continue to mount - yet we continue to build and build. The bounty of the surge jacked up the rates on home ownership from 2004-2008 by 80% in some cases, and although the customary 20% regression has been experienced and tolerated, it is far below the

additional 25% regression required to match the normalized 5% trendlined increase of a 'regular growth' product such as real estate experiences. In my layman perspective - alot of money will be lost in fictitious equity as things slow down to the pace that growth should have occurred - we hit a pre-pubescent growth spurt, and the true north strong and free is become feebly weaker and fainter in our chants.

A final allegory to consider: the re-emergence of another U.S. housing collapse. The initial surges were positive in wiping out the bad debt owed by the sub-prime mess - but as waves and surges go, the sub-prime fiasco instigated a propelling tsunamic force that led to economic collapse and high unemployment. As months continue to roll from new moon to new moon, wallets have become squeezed, and the 'practical' home buyer - those that were employed and positioned a valid mortgage - will emerge as the next purveyor of lost fortunes - the U.S. is precipitously balancing on another hit to it's homefront - a population of bad debt cratered from unemployment... And as patriotism drums fainter and fainter beats, Canada, whose exports are up to 75% tied to the tune of the withering drums, will be suffering a similar fate - a wave of increased unemployment will surge through the ranks of consumerism bringing increased tension, retrospected perspective and the review of how things unfolded...

Abandonment

The above noted stripes in my critical stance on the Canadian economy can easily be defined as pessimism - the outlook I paint is gloomy, as an economist would note. However the pessimism emitted is rooted in reluctance towards the blind optimism portrayed by our media-hungry economists - it seems that the prevalent thought is that optimism breeds confidence and sentiment. It's my pessimistic viewpoint that highlights that blind optimism always has that twinge of faith and the unknown - and when things are unknown, how can confidence spread? Confidence is the ability to know how things works - to know what's what is who's who... confidence is the surge of information and quick acknowledgment of any situation and it's outcomes - and right now - no one seems to know what the economic recovery will look like... As it stands, we're shifting our employment towards seniors - our youth will be suffering a setback in their money tree seeds - our employers are trimming costs and executing 'efficiency programs' - our energy exports are labelled as dirty oil and our homes are overvalued and incomes are depleting - yet as pages continue to update and refresh, more information is passed that will convince us that we've turned the corner - those that dive into the corner too fast will be caught in the momentous inertial pull of gravitational forces - forces unseen yet potentially catastrophic...

Transparency is truly something that can never be seen...

Wireless Wavelengths

Injecting Synapses

It was at about this time last year, I felt a twinge in the base of my neck, piercing enough to shatter an eyebrow, and concerning enough to leave the imprint of numbness in the back of my skull. Through obvious concern from the lingering effects which lasted several weeks and melted swelling effects from eardrum to eardrum, I visited a medical practitioner. The sage wisdom and dime-store advice the good practitioner provided did nothing to ease the painful swelling - but it did bring new perspective into how delicate my cranial fluid columns were susceptible to disrupting effects - the wavelengths of my brain were 'out-of-whack' - so to speak...

As I mentioned, the pain subsided shortly thereafter, and with a scar of a lost patch of hair as a reminder, I could feel the bouncing waves of stress-free matter beaming back and forth within the confines of synaptic caverns, peaking signal after signal in free, unabated form - my headache had gone away. In my retrospected viewpoint, I attributed the signal fade of free formed brainwaves to stress - the concentrated process of focusing one aspect and area of the brain for long durations of time - stress seemed to infiltrate my guards of protection and penetrated my concentration into one singular point of entity - I had been stressed about my job...

If it hadn't been for a couple month hiatus from employment, a renewed sense of purpose and a better understanding of money making endeavours, I'm sure a relapsing synaptic effect would have sure knocked on my cranial column by now... Anyways, the purpose of the point I plan to propose is one of obviousness - that our brains and minds are a fragile conglomeration of matter, and if ethereal matters such as one's employment could cause concern for chaotic shutdown, what could real matters such as wireless wavelengths bring to the concentrated pools of spinal fluid traps and triggers of the mind?

Ανθρώπινη ενέργεια Δοκοί

Electroencephalography consists of the monitoring and collection of electrical signal activity from neuritic signals generated in the brain. Through the use of EEG, an individuals 'pontificate personality profile' can be generated - signaling the sines of logic - predicting the paths of a person's primitive behaviour through the delta, theta and alpha wavelengths of wiretaps. Delta waves correspond to 4 Hz, and are known to signal a resting period, or a period of slow activity. Theta waves up the ante, and correspond from between 4-7 Hz of frequency, and typically occur when states of drowsiness or early morning grouchinesses are experienced. Alpha waves live in a semi-conscious state of between 8-12 cycles per second and are usually precursors or respites from the high-pitched noises of our lives. During active periods in modern routines, we are defined to be living in the region of Gamma and Beta wavelengths, broadcasting harmonics to the tunes of daily living and motorizing functions from between 30-100 Hz.

Verts

Our brains beam these blasting arrays of impulses to and from the central nervous system's roots. The balance of our wavelengths can be defined by which frequencies we resonate - and can even define our pre-disposed determination in intro and extro vertedness. Intro's typically living in higher 'baseline' states of arousal, and extro's - in lower states of arousal. The outcome and statistically referenced data validate this by recording EEG's of introverts and extroverts, and indicate that introverts generally possess increased levels of brain activity, and predominantly so in frontal lobe areas - which allows them to feel energized when recalling long-term memories, problem solving, complex reading and thinking and planning, along with the underrated hobby of introspection. The data also indicate increased activity in an extroverted analysis, however the increase in activity is limited to processing sensory data - it is interpreted that the extrovert seek action and external stimuli in an attempt to increase brain activity to its full potential. In essence, the extrovert possesses less internal energy, therefore seeks external stimulation to make up for it...

Syncing Subsonic Sequence

The Monroe Institute was founded in the early 1970's, and introduced a mandate to explore human consciousness. One of the outcomes from this exploration, was the concept of brainwave entrainment, or Hemi-Sync, as the Monroe Institute so aptly named. The concept involves the generation of binaural beats - created when two frequencies are generated in close proximity to each other - what happens is a close 'blending' of sounds, in which the overlapping lag of waves generates a beat frequency. For example, if a 505 Hz sound is blended with one at 495 Hz sound, a binaural beat of 10 Hz results, and when introduced into the human brain, is used to enter the Alpha wave region mentioned above, and induce a meditative calm to the human brain... In essence, Hemi-Sync artificially induces a calm state of mind, and relaxes the input/output processors from external stimuli.

Gold and Rainbows

The study of the brain is relatively anew, as the layers upon layers of complexities and unknowns only propagate increased activity and complexities and layers - a pandora's effect of imagination. The principles of nano-nucleic study requires an infinite map of matrices to plot and discover. Yet as we continue to thrive and develop the wireless beams of polluted noises, it is becoming increasingly obvious: we have begun to 'unplug' our sensing and communicating devices, and are evolving into technological merits which mirror the extra-sensorical viewpoints of ESP - we've begun to transmit energy in wireless formats.

Now the technology is novel - and somewhat long overdue after Tesla plotted the path - which involves mutual induction, or the generation of a magnetic field in which a secondary device is mutually induced into the originator's energy beams. The use of this technology is limited to orbs of electromagnetic radiation, however the principles of focusing these beams into concentrated streams of energy, or 'Death Stars' are still prevailing amongst enthusiasts. But for the purpose of household usages, miniature 'orbs' of energy are being marketed for personal pleasure, as the waves of consumerism will beam golden rainbows to the broadcasters of the technology. However, a question which may arise can equally be tied to the one posed earlier: what impact could electromagnetic radiated forces of energy pose to the mimicking nature of our internal organic orbs? The impact of a magnetic field being generated in living spaces while droning its silent wavelengths into the precipices of our memories is a little concerning - it reminisces rippling tidal forces from past warnings of lead paint, cancerous impacts from first generation cell phones, bisphenyl-A and thalidomide...

ISO 9001

Occasionally I still do wake up with headaches - I mostly attribute them to changes in atmospheric pressure and allergic reactions to my arch nemesis - grass... But as I've already uplugged my computer from the hub of wall jacks to live in a comfortable, care-free wireless world, I wonder how many of these unseen freqencies are bouncing around my city in 'hotspots' and wire-free wonderlands... As time passes I can see 'wireless' battery charging provide a surge in the next great race to consumerism - they'll be on the shelves by Christmas '09... But as wavelengths continue to introduce increased beams of invisible magic into our homes, noise pollution is becoming increasingly evident as battle grounds for free space and time wage invisible wars. We're continually attempting to evolve technology into convenient, cord-free consumerables, and more often than not, life-cycles aren't determined in the lab. What we encounter time and time again in the quality control of consumerism is the bombardment of products we rush to find a cure for 25 years later...

Mirroring Messaging

I'm living in a city of idiots. Numskulls, cretins and degenerates...

Trickled Pricks

I read the news - it's a daily activity programmed by routine that allows a trickle in my receptors to activate a response sequence. It's often a strange one - as normally, my response sequences are only manifested after action-reward pathways - but some times - I read the news to torture myself. I must first admit checking international news and dailies is a fun alternative to daily droning, but as home-grown as it gets, I can't get enough of what's happening in my neck of the woods, my corner of the lot, my plot on the lease, my stool in the bowl. Or perhaps in this case, I should say stools in the bowel.

Connotated Cratering

A little bit of background information before I begin, as you can choose to close this window off, should your interest close quickly like the mind of many who disagree... I'm a believer in the effects of Global Warming (although not a believer in it's 'scary' connotations). It took me awhile to convince myself, but as I studied how states of matter changes from solid to oxidised gaseous ones - I quickly realized - wow - it does happen - all from the organic molecule - the molecule of life itself. Organic molecules usually consist of a Carbon, an Oxygen, and a Hydrogen - sometimes Nitrogen and Sulphur are mixed in there. When an organic molecule is exposed to air, or oxygen, it oxidizes, breaking the tiniest bond with brethren, and forming a new structure of order. The organic molecule decomposes - continually being bombarded by oxygen and outside energy sources, the organic molecule turns into stardust - Products Of Combustion --- CO2 and H2O, carbon dioxide and water. Of these two stardusted materials, one possesses sublimated abilities to reverse itself, evident in water's curious triple point, and condense into clouds and life-giving sustenance from gravity and absence. The other, CO2, remains billowing in the atmosphere, slowly leaching it's way into the water cycle, ever so gently waiting the opportunity to soak up the sun, ebbing and flowing into the veins and branches of another life form, back into earth.

Petroleated Pathways

The path for CO2 to ebb and flow into trees is a slow one, and one immediately concentrated to locations where trees are present. As we currently stand, we are transforming lush areas into areas where trees no longer stand, and our ability to recycle, reduce and reuse our CO2 is being left out in the curb.

So as organic molecules churn chemical equations and reaction kinetics into combustible energy and petroleated function - we've created a surplus. I balanced these numbers back in bouncing bunny days, but it works out that we're generating a surplus of oxygenated organic molecules in our airs. You see, CO2 doesn't reverse-sublimate, or condense like it's fellow POC, water. It stays billowing until it ebbs and flows. And if we cut off it's vein to the ebb, the flow is disrupted and stays as an eternal piece of our puzzle.

The final strati graphed datum point, is our sun. The sun beats down on us with an ever-lasting beam of gentleness. Our skins have adapted to soak or shade, based on our proximities to it geographically - as minute degrees of latitude bring more radiative solar forces. The light energy rides this magical wave of radiation that soaks into any real, identifiable piece of matter - the sun doesn't discriminate between gas-liquid-solid like we do - it simply exists to supply everything around it with all the energy to live - it is most definitely a key ingredient to the complex organic molecule. The sun will attach it's spectrum of light on any particle floating in the atmospheres - in doing so, it will also heat up any evolved particle of oxygenated carbon. The more carbon present - the more energy soaked - the more carbon present - the more the globe continues to heat in peculiar locations.

The most peculiar item that petroleated combustible products generate in their fabrication, is a localized spurt of energy in heat - the magic of the internal combustible engine, home furnace or BIC lighter. All these combustion reactions generate this little burst of solar magnificence - fire. As fire occur, a bridge is gapped between real and ethereal - mystical and forceful - structured and chaos - heat is generated. Now the thing about matter and energy, as thermodynamics explains - is that it is neither created nor destroyed - balanced nor unbalanced - it simply exists. Matter and energy can be transformed, but as heat exists - it cannot escape our atmosphere - it is bound and trapped by the tropospherical lock from our spinning magnet - heat is normally recycled in the delicate balance of dark and light, polar to radial, green to blue.... But as we continue to pump and pay, we emit and heat. We heat the immediate areas around us simply by driving - we, by definition, globally warm things by breathing.... we cannot be prevented from doing this....

Message Mirrored

As bowels imitate bowls, and contain the filth of our digested remains of organic materials, pressure builds to the point of shit storms. What I've read in my local news is that my community refuses to acknowledge a daily routine - the daily routine of pumping microwatt after nanojoule of minute trickles of energy into an increasingly reflective heat blanket. That we do this, day in and day out, we don't acknowledge that our overpopulation, consumerism and expansion is globally warming our surroundings. We exist as these heat pumps, circulating blood and oxygen, releasing kJ after kW of irreversible heat - and we refuse to acknowledge it. The scary part of global warming shouldn't be its consequence, its connotations of fear mongering, or its ability to get a book published - the scary part is the lack of acknowledgement. In my sink in the stool, or whatever connotation it is, people don't get it - an article published in my paper today was commented by our majority - our majority of numskulls - our majority of blind cynics who refuse to question a thought, and who cry wolf of Eco-terrorism and fear-mongering hippies, and whose hypocritical views are quenched by the drip drop of oil in their full bellied buckets carving roast after roast on the spittles of consumerism. What bothers me most, is the hype and games of hide and seek the media in my neighbourhood plays to quell the masses from music - activism in a world of watchdogs and witchhunts is limited to the confined space in the corner - freedoms of speech are easily edited by editors in charge - and so the news of today and tommorow is being spoonfed to the innocent...

Propagating Propaganda

When my knees were skinned, nose was runny and grasshoppers bounded as high as my eyelids - the world and it's grass and green growth was such a fantastic place of smells and wonder - the wind never seemed to catch it's cool breeze, and the radiative forces of the sun could never deter the cells of my skin from sore-ing - there was too much to see and do in the trails of forests, paths of creeks and wisps of wind... Yet as I aged through the pre-programmed dictation of my mitochondrial nature, things began to become meaningful and understood - an innocence lost found it's way through textbooks. 

Nursery Rhymes

During the days of shoeless gravel walks and disregard of any preoccupation for knowledge - my instinctual habits of exploration and curiosity were always bombarded with 'life-lessons'.  Some of these life lessons were learned on my own, but many others, were inferred, assured, preached and prodded into me - some of the more puzzling crypts involved nursery-like proverbs intended to guide a young one's perceptions of life - What's Good for the Goose is Good for the Gander.  Now, it took me some time as a youngster to determine what exactly a gander was, and honestly as the twinkle of curiosity tweaked a brain cell - I did need a little 'splainin on its inner meaning - but the life lesson learned out of this proverb provided a look into an equally divided world of yes and no - ganders and gooses being of equal share.  

As the Autumns passed by and leaves continually lost their colour year after year, the spectrum of complexities reared its uglyness as it transplanted into my head - things changed - that innocence of yes and no turned to contempt of right and wrong...  the world of words and messages, texts and rituals, rights and passages filled the bookcase in my cortex - and as the world posted messages on the billboard ads of life, what's good for the goose didn't really mean it was good for the gander... 

Sublime

Sublimation occurs when matter 'skips' a step, so to speak... It is enhanced as the pressure of the earth's atmosphere decreases, or as conditions approach near-vacuum like states.  In essence, a 'void' is created in the prescribed notions of 'Earth' life as matter loosens the molecular bonds in an escape towards chaos... As the molecules of a solid mass loosen, they typically become 'bendable', taking the shape of any mold and flowing towards the path that gravity dictates, but as 'normal atmospheric' pressure decreases, or things become closer to a state of 'emptyness', the bonds stretch, pushing past the bendable liquid states transcribed by chemistry - and into the airs and space as a gas, essentially skipping the step of becoming a liquid...  

The sublimation of elements and compounds ignores the rules of shapes in the gas-liquid-solid realm, and lives in a mysterious, cloudy world.  Gooses and ganders, in the state of subliminally structured words, enter a state of perplexing complexities, as if 'skipping a step' in logic dictation - the truth behind the words states that geese and ganders live in equality, but as the goose begets the gander, the message can also infer that geese choose for the ganders, ganders are subservient to the geese, and that this nursery-like proverb needs to fly off in the winds with the flocks... the proverb may be full of sublimated messages...

Tensile Intentions

One life lesson I once never understood, was why people had to work... It seemed like this task and chore had no end, no real meaning - the steps were simple, go to school, get a job, get a home... yet riddled along the way were the concepts of wealth and expansion, lessons passed down from our pioneering forefathers.   The propagating method of these lessons were widespread, as the three simple steps involved ever increasing layers of subtleties and hurdles - electronics, clothing, internally combustible engines became labels of wealth and ego - all underlining the mass accumulation of wealth as the primary driver behind the wheel.  The campaign to propagate wealth's accumulation to singular points of entity was widespread as I grew ever increasingly cautious of best intentions paving their way hell... 

In November 1939, The Times of London published a 3-piece article by John Maynard Keynes, a renown British economist.  The article comments that increased spending during World War I resulted in an inflationary boost to products, which impacted lower-to-middle class labour... Keynes intentions calculated a nation's resource production, summed the difference of imports to exports, balanced the requirement of in-house maintenance, stashed some away for militaristic inventions - and anything left over at the end of the day would go be spread out amongst the people.  The result was a key ingredient to balance an economy and ultimately 'Pay for a War'.  Lower to middle class would be greater protected from recessions through taxation and compulsory savings, while the progress and growth could be tracked and monitored as if the stock ticker were invented at this very moment - the GDP emerged from the pages of the newsprint to usher a new era of industrial endeavours - international trade suddenly felt two cojones drop from its groin...

Expanding Viewpoints

Since the true advent of growth progress indicator, war continues to be a staple of progress in the history books being penned.  The GDP provides the perfect measure to ensure defense spending has a home in protecting us from our far neighbours across the seas.  We approach our acceptance of this through the mentality, or propagation, that at some point in time, we will be attacked... It seems to be this innate sense that if we don't watch our backs, we're vulnerable.  

I've often wondered what reactions are truly innate, and which are extrinsic - what 'life-lessons' are real, and which have been sublimated into day-to-day life.  I wonder how much would change if we changed what we read, eat and drink - what messages we choose to ignore - and what consequences we find from our causes...  We're continually expanding our knowledge of our steps - finding more and more sinkholes in the previously paved lot - but as Springs continue to pass, extrinsic ideals loosen, pushing off into the atmosphere, completing its sublimated path - and as the pressure subsides from the vacuum of sublimated ideals, equilibrium is restored with an alternated viewpoint. 

Sacred Geometry

One of the things that fascinates me is the ever-lasting effects that art pieces have on people's perceptions.  Canvases can mask genuine genius, manic madness and foolish folly from perception, while pictures attempt to capture the clicks of time, ticks of sound and colours defined by darkness and light from the ever-changing landscapes of our spinning ball of tax and thunder.   But down under the layers of subtleties and blatant messages, art breaks down into the very basic perception of our senses - all in the attempt to capture an image of our brief dance with our realities and imagination.  

Flowers of Life

The Mona Lisa is depicted as a great masterpiece displaying a portrait of a perplexing woman.  It is explained that "we are attracted to this mysterious woman but have to stay at a distance as if she were a divine creature", as the contrast of a white, pale face and enigmatic smile provide frontage to a backdrop of dark hair, veil and landscape - all blended together to capture some type of mystical power.  

Art frustrates me at times - the things that people see and interpret just don't quite match up with my viewpoints.  In these cases, I think: to each his own, smile, nod my head once or twice and provide the humoring  'Uh-huh'.  When I began to study and comprehend the Mona Lisa years ago - my first reaction was - "this is a masterpiece?".  But as soon as my brow would raise, I would be whispered some explanation of it's importance, ranging from 'Artistic Masterpiece' to a 'legacy for genius'.  It could have very well been that Da Vinci created a simple portrait of a fair lady, with the same enigmatic smile as the multitude of his other portraits.  By no means is my skeptical nature of the label 'masterpiece' implying that Da Vinci was a fraud in respect to his artistic legacy, but rather that often as a collection of organized minds, we label things as masterpieces simply because we are told to do so - these pieces of art are external to us, not like others that are more innate and structural to us - art often only tickles the right hemisphere alone.  

DS9'ed

A label similarly locked in a code of genius was Da Vinci's other 'masterpiece' - the Vitruvian Man.  Reaching the proportionate measures of fractals and fragments, Da Vinci utilized the principles of Pythagoras' Circles to simulate the beauty of nature.  As Vitruvian reaches the fingertips to the universe, the perpetuated pull programs our bodies in a coded fashion, fractioning fingers with faces, palms with feet and ears with eyebrows. 

However, in the label of masterpieces and as my interpretations follow me, art has tickled a curious nerve of naivety and wonder - images of space and time.  I every so often browse online (nasaimages.org) gazing into the captured time, watching the spirals and waves float in genuine balance with logarithmic destinies.   My interpretation of art is the one capture in these images - the most sacred images of the stars, and those that are generated in most unique geometric forms, the pieces of geometric art that can be labelled as Vitruvian, or as sacred.

Polished Slice of Petrified Wood - Michael Gäbler

Sacred geometry is transcending our understanding of the ticks and tocks the seconds of our pre-defined universe has sculpted before our eyes - the keys that unlock the doors to wondrous wiggles of waves.   The structure of our molecules owe their conductive capacitance to the locked bonds that they share while octahedrons and tetrahairadrons pluck their pieces of fabric into their pre-disposed purpose of expansion.  The geometric spheres being defined and dissolved into mystic shapes of mesmerizing vortices and contracting crevices answer multitudes of curious questions to ponder the present-day perplexities of our world.  Sacred geometry is designing the code of conduct that defines the voids and values of formulaic expressions of life.  

As purpose and purse-strings battle their wits to each end, they are all bound to the balloon of meaning we associate to them - purpose, being a cause for what one's beliefs are, and purse-strings being the fractals of imaginary tension we tie them to - numbers and meaning can be defined hand in hand, but it still doesn't answer the perplexing question if numbers and meaning are only the product of our imaginary neurons, existing only in our pre-defined notion of what our senses and calculating brains come up with.  But as deep as the perplexity may go, the geometric forms of life are being told under sacred methods - telling mirroring images of how the mimicking pre-disposed innate notions of growth under the sea of the universe.  The geometric forms of these creations are within the realms of their own religions, and their own rights - they have become sacred, in the definition of labeled masterpieces, tickleboth left and right in equal proportionate manners.  

Dream States

I've always been a weary advocate of sleep.  Sleep, to me, is like getting a free ticket to children's talent show, I never really want to go, but once there, imaginary doors open to weird and freaky things that dive backflips across the empty gaps left from daily routine and unresolved callings.  Sleep can be one of those things that can both scare us straight - pointing us to the arrow of uncertainty, or calm us down - filtering into the depths of a billowing core.  It allows our minds to ease and replenish the ever draining activity of daily life - and feels so satisfying at the moment of a nice wake-up - as if at that moment, life is being lived with no terms and conditions - no contracts - no line-ups.  

Rapidly Moving Sockets

My fascination with a good sleep began when I started toying with my sleep patterns - A few experiments were in place which included a stint with late-night grocery stocking, several all-night music disc-jockeys displays and countless hours awake in utter disturbance, meditative calm and devastatingly painful sorrow.  As the time passed into dusk, at the point the Moon began to crust over it's wallowing eyes and rejoin the dance across the sky, and hours after the Sun shut it's radiative blinders from the mirrors of our rear views, I  would enter a semi-conscious state.  Now for clarification purposes, these times were only in absence of hydrogenated aldehydes (or alcohol in better framed references), as altered states of madness cannot occur at the same time.  But during these times of sleep and alcoholic deprivation, I would become more aware of innate objects, more discern for things that were previously indiscernible.  Real was no longer real, and the unreal became mundane and bland.  

Lunar Context

On very few occasions I've had the chance to experience the quagmire of dream states - the mid-sleep illusionary conscious walk - the walk that defines the zombies thirst for brains - the walk that feels no walls, sees no light and hears no pain - the walk that defines purpose and resolve from the subconscious to act out it's dreams, the sleep walk.  The sleep walk takes focus, determination and the utmost release of all concerns intermittent along the path to the one thing - the Goal.  Goals vary widely in the sleep walk, from pre-programmed routine analyses involving water drinking, bathroom breaking, tooth brushing, sandwich making, milk heating, phone calling, roller skating, TV taping - the state of the dream recounts the desires of instinctual, innate bio-formulated thought - as random as random is perpetuated from waves of time.  

Deja Vu

When arising from a deep sleep, such as in most mornings, I'm the opposite - and at this point, I've dedicated myself to a life of slothing - content in the filth and layers of moon crust in my eyes and nose, just laying around waiting for the next chance to lay a round.  The toxic stench from my mouth is little bother - and the prospect of constructing some type of latrine within the boundaries of the bedsheets seems logical at the very first few moments of the morning -  to summarize - mornings are most often when I feel the least like myself.   

As mentioned, although the wild swings in attitudinal beliefs beliefs  towards sleep present a possibly disdain for mornings, I am a true, practicing advocate of sleep.   Through my activism, I revolt against the modern day norms of 9-5 pushing the hours away in my attempts to redefine time from the originators who awoke from their dreams as the early birders plucking worms - who disturb slumbers in the wake of weariness.   I practice patience as my snores and growly snares overtake my defiance in the most restful silence - the revolution of sleep is not one practiced on the doorsteps of a capitol, it is practiced in the dwindling tug of gravity as the Moon pulls its pulley from the Sun.  It beckons soundless words, ballooning matter, and chaos in fusion to the slightest repetitive beats of the heart, and diaphragmic pulses of air - focussing thoughts into waves of inner relaxation - and the renewal of the spirit... 

"The lunatic is a wakeful dreamer" - Kant