tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9107038548653231572024-02-07T09:37:50.857-08:00Carbon Copiedcc'dhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15388262637415712881noreply@blogger.comBlogger66125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-910703854865323157.post-25983202065676595242012-05-20T23:22:00.000-07:002012-05-20T23:35:19.690-07:00When the boom was bornWhat to do, what to do. With this giant shit stew...<br />
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<b>The Overhauling Keynesians</b><br />
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgABXG6Sru692vXyVf42cc9fOV4MUjU5pmzmopMmpiduXAq4R37shUqdD4QOAaMpLjDzmc5oW4ZVgIRTi6PPK2yUrhfgKX6HFmovWM0uuptKNXTJZjaGQ6oIbhVmNYIyKy4ipOZsC1WhXF6/s1600/WNBT_first_TV_schedule.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgABXG6Sru692vXyVf42cc9fOV4MUjU5pmzmopMmpiduXAq4R37shUqdD4QOAaMpLjDzmc5oW4ZVgIRTi6PPK2yUrhfgKX6HFmovWM0uuptKNXTJZjaGQ6oIbhVmNYIyKy4ipOZsC1WhXF6/s320/WNBT_first_TV_schedule.jpg" width="278" /></a>In the summer of 1944, a group of men finalized a system to overhaul and provide a method for financial stability. A team of economists, led by <a href="http://www.time.com/time/business/article/0,8599,1852254,00.html">John Maynard Keynes</a>, prescribed that the international method of trade should be tied to one country's datum point - and that datum point would provide a staple to the gold standard and result in the free, fair exchange of currencies and commodities - - all in the just order to re-build our world after we had torn it apart - - the <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bretton_Woods_system">Bretton Woods system</a> was adopted. We could finally trade a dinar for a dollar, and a rupee for a ruble.<br />
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However upon that signing, a new bridge hurdled across the obstacle - the thirst for the consumer economy found a link across an ocean, and a line across a channel. It triggered a new boom and bust cycle - - and one that that has been terribly impossible to pop... The bubble has just kept growing and growing and growing... but all bubbles do pop - - and as the old adage goes - - the bigger they are, the harder they will ....<br />
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<b>Broadcasting Harmonic Harmonics</b><br />
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUMl3DJeOd6iT-X8MPy-vmJsT3u6VNyM3GjjhnXnZBeu2UWVVhrjusb24XJ76JHP_no5jB7mKgmgY_0o7DiVY1QoRPmn4kRvBZ514vBaAxEWk26i1W8Gl-9hYKlh9j9djDz_lCpOdBqdUW/s1600/800px-F4U-4_VF-884_CV-21_4Sep1951.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="236" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUMl3DJeOd6iT-X8MPy-vmJsT3u6VNyM3GjjhnXnZBeu2UWVVhrjusb24XJ76JHP_no5jB7mKgmgY_0o7DiVY1QoRPmn4kRvBZ514vBaAxEWk26i1W8Gl-9hYKlh9j9djDz_lCpOdBqdUW/s320/800px-F4U-4_VF-884_CV-21_4Sep1951.jpeg" width="320" /></a>During the time that the international economic map would be etched in stone, another development was par for the course in small steps for mankind. On September 4th, 1951, Harry S. Truman announced nationwide to numerous television households that a treaty had been reached with the Japanese. As ironic as it was that the announcement that the Atomic Bomb was defused through a technology that inherited its principles, the monumental occasion was more in the fact that for the very first time - - you could see someone from across the planet... You could see someone talking from 3000 miles away - - at the same point in space - - and the same point in time... The monumental occasion, was that our minds could see what others did - - see what others looked like - - and see what others wanted....<br />
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For the very first time, we announced to the world that we had the capability to destroy ourselves, while making the statement that our growth had gone global, and that disputes could be settled with a silent stir and a low bang. The boom was born with the loudest bang from the incorrectly named fission-induced annihilator. From one bang to the another - we turned the page on our social evolution - the boom began with our broadcasted blunders. The Fifties are when it truly began. This was the communication revolution.<br />
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<b>That's One Small Step</b><br />
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Shortly after the hallowed speech by President Truman, our consumption found a new way of spreading. National broadcasters spread like wildflowers through the spring bloom - - 98 stations suddenly reached over 7,000,000 households - - and with the economic stability pressed by rebuilding nations - - we bred. We bred and we bred in the way of panting wabbits. The boom of technological global communications bred a global link that to this day has evolved into truly a one-world mentality. In was in the 1950s that we finally woke up and realized we had Jones' to the left, and Lings to the Right, and we all wanted to keep up with every single one of them. We finally woke up that a consumer economy could not only be local - - it could be global.<br />
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By the time the 60's rolled around, we had the Beaver, we had Ed, we had Lucy, we had Amos, we had Andy, we had Pop, we had Rock, we had the Blues and we had Country. Our international talents, treats and jokes and jives could be seen and heard by all. We could buy, we could drink - - we could talk and we could listen. The 60's were a groovy time and talkative time - - all instigated by the communication revolution. We would spend. We would work. And we would communicate. Our history etched in stone.<br />
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As decades passed, Keynesian economics persisted. The 70's saw signs that outside growth influences into the model needed to be accounted for - - an oil shortage proved time and time again that derivatives from the system would cause shakeups and meltdowns. But the system was strong - - built to last as long and money was printed and money was borrowed. And what the 70's truly saw was a consumer economy hard at work...<br />
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It wasn't necessarily a smooth ride, but when people spent hard-earned money, all the while borrowing from the nice lady at the bank, we would carve out a perceived measure of growth, all of which would indicate to us that our economy is sound - - and our spending is prudent - - we were on a growth path.<br />
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The path was further aided by the fact that with our new-found culture - - one of cars, flash bulbs and luxury - - we would always be chasing the American Dream. We found a way for everyone in the country to never stop shopping, searching and selling out - - because everyone was doing it, and we wanted to jump off the bridge too....<br />
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<b>Blip to Bubble to Burp to Bump to Bulls to Bears to Bursting</b><br />
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As the 80's turned into the 90's, a small little blip to the bubble began to burp. A bump, perhaps. Or maybe a bull. Yes bulls and bears, buttons and budgets. The blip was an on switch to a network that would known as the http://www.<br />
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A second wave in our communication revolution. And the revolution was on. It was on like Donkey Kong.<br />
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<b>And so now, we go mainstream</b><br />
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The Keynesian economic model is in front of us. Hanging on by any beltstrap and bootlegged derivative it can support. It has bubbled and bullioned. It is bursting and ballooning. The fundamentals of debt and spending have potentially reached a limit. And it is because we cannot control ourselves. We have to spend.<br />
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We spend to eat. We spend to shelter. We spend to impress and we spend to instill fear. We spend and we spend and we spend. <a href="http://smallbusiness.chron.com/problems-keynesian-economics-3891.html">The potential flaw in the Keynesian economic</a> model isn't that governments can print money to borrow money so we spend money - - it is that we can't stop spending money. We want EVERYTHING. And it is because EVERYTHING is on display in front of us. Two-clicks away from a new dishwasher. Easy-peazy lemon squeezing dishwasher. Two clicks.<br />
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So here we are now. With a shit-stew of austerity, salaries, cut-backs, derivatives, MBS and BSer.<br />
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We've linked our selves into everyones backyards and kitchen sinks, and we want the same and more.<br />
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We are etching our stones in debt and we can only blame ourselves. We need an erosional forces to wipe out the etchings and start with a clean slate. We need a new model. We need a new device to balance, to budget, to burst this bullshit pile of shit stew that we've concocted. It reeks.cc'dhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15388262637415712881noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-910703854865323157.post-12367873951517235672012-04-19T23:40:00.000-07:002013-05-10T22:05:40.931-07:00Expansion<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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So here we are. My time at 11,880 rotations through space, 360° by 33. At this moment in time - with my tiny brain still processing, and my heart still beating, I seem to use this format to log my digitally stored neurotic impulses throttling from my frontal and cervical nerves - my records to interpret our current statuses of our being. <br />
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A moment of time was stamped some 724,068 rotations ago - and as I go along with the spin, I drop these pieces of crumbs to pick up when I am lost in numbers and nosedives - when my numbers move in magnetically-induced messes which then murk the marks and moments in my time. <br />
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Lately, most of my moments are at work. I count for a living. I remember for a living. I write for a living and I talk for a living. I can't always talk to most people about things that matter to me - - so I have this thing where I hold interest in the mundane topics of the world to vaguely fake interest - - all the while wondering what future is in store for them. For most I see status-quo types - - those that have given up on a dream and have accepted that que sera sera and we live for only a short time - - the non-dreamers. Then there are the dreamers - - those who dream of some future that is always beyond their grasp - - almost reachable, but always not quite - - these are the dreamers. And then there folks who I think I fall into - - the Observers. Those who watch. <br />
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I may talk for a living, but I watch to observe. I observe and think. And what I think I have found is those who either dream or don't dream narrow their views to the point that it is all about them or theirs - - and we're now at a moment in my time where we could move backwards in our times - - backwards to a narrower viewpoint that is not good for the progress of our local society - we're on the slippery slope to the times of our forefathers - - and this is not the future I think we should be laying the foundations for. The future is not the times of our forefathers - - and our elected planners of our future should not be allowed to push us backwards. That is what I mostly observe during my times of work. Backwards is fine for the status quo-ers. <br />
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In four more days, the province of Alberta may go backwards in time. We might elect a government system that will be tied to the religious right - we might elect our pastors and good neighbours. Those who are polite, yet if are not agreed with, are left to be cast judgement on when they think the time is right. And they want to try to fix our problems when they don't realize something - - the problem is them.<br />
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<b>Bubbles and <a href="http://carboncopied2050.blogspot.ca/2011/04/bastionated-bastards.html">Bouillons</a> and Bullions</b><br />
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I'll start with some expanding principles - - a bubble perhaps. We are in a Wealth bubble. I don't hear that much - - a Wealth Bubble you say? We'll - - it's the concept that Wealth, an imaginary concept don't forget... Wealth is the perceived notion that you own more than the next guy. It's what makes us wealthy - - and make us poor - - but it is all imaginary. Have you ever in your life had all of your own cash in your walls? Ever? That's because we have don't have enough to give it all back to the walls! If every person on this planet were to empty their bank accounts to hide in the walls - - we couldn't do it. There would not be enough money to give to everybody. They, the banks, borrowers, bridge builders and legislative assemblers of course, have too many debts. And... well...not enough deposits. Welcome to debt - - welcome to wealth. This is the game. Play it. <br />
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But the funny thing is - - it is just a game. Our wealth, and wanting of wealth, is just a way to divvy up the masses. Some are at the top -- some are at the middle -- and some are at the bottom. Our class welfare system. We welfare the bottom -- we prop up the middle with more debt -- and the wealthy are made by the millions...<br />
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But we're a world in the billions. And we are global. And we are hungry. We are thirsty. And we are getting hot and bothered. <br />
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four more days, the province of Alberta may go backwards in time. We may allow money manipulators continue to be money manipulators - - and we will continue the pasts behaviour of accepting poverty as a reality and the status-quo. <br />
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<b>Blowing in the Gentle Wind we Expand</b><br />
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And as we expand we blow. We blow the air out of reason and consideration, hypothesis and theory and enter the expansion of the science. We may go backwards in time in four more days, to find that our scientists are wrong, and our that our methods of persuasion are fine. <br />
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Our status-quo may be drinking some 'proverbial fat, glass jar, sunglasses wearing dude'-aid. When we burn our fuels, we create this thing called combustion - - a release of heat. So when heat is released in this chemical path, it leaves behind a trail of energy that excites the molecules around it, and raise the temperature only for the temperature to disperse in the air. The beauty of thermodynamics, yet entirely invisible. <br />
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Yet what happens in the short temperature increase, let's say at the exhaust of your car (and the exhaust and engine can be hot can't it?). A temperature release is made. Not much - - but if you remember the laws of thermodynamics, energy is neither created nor destroyed, only transferring forms. So when we burn, it dissipates into all the molecules in its surrounding with a wave of new heat and energy from the recent exothermic chemical reaction. And when we heat, we transform. We transform air waves, sound waves and radio waves. Heat does effect us. And we are heating with our burning.<br />
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A single candle in a balloon would suffice. But just imagine the balloon is big - - and that Gravity is the glue that holds the bubble together - - a universal force that keeps our boundaries firm. So when a candle fills the balloon - -what is the end result (and of course use your imagination and imagine a tiny candle that always burns, but just not hot enough to burn and burst the bubble - - imagine if we burst this gravity bubble - - whoa). Anyways - - the candle will burn, ever so slowly adding the mass of molecules into the balloon.<br />
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So as we burn the candle, we heat the balloon - - heat and heat - - and remember, heat is trapped with more molecules in the air to trap it, all thanks to 0.8 kJ/kg.K heat capacity of carbon dioxide, which is the every increasing molecule in the balloon, of course. <br />
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So when we fill and fill and heat and heat - - what do you think the balloon will do? Pop of course, silly!!! Balloons and bubbles pop silly!!!<br />
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But the beauty of the balloon we live on... is that it soaks as well. It soaks in excess stuff called CO2 silly. It soaks up in trees and our grass and our palms and our beaches. But the thing is Danielle, is that we can count silly! We can count and count the ways that CO2 is soaked up... we can count and count the times that we burn to burn... And when we count what we burn to what we count when we soak - - we worry. We worry that we will heat and heat and burn and burn. And in
four more days, we might go back in time and look down - - we don't want to see what's in our future. Unless we panic now. We need to panic to fix the problem. I wish people would listen - - I wish they would read - - and I wish they will depress the remote button's off setting to stop that broadcast and interrupt everyone from this reruns of skanks and banks to bring you this important message - - or we are fucked. But not for another 100 years or so, so what the fuck do I care now for, anyways? Not my problem...
four more days.<br />
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<b>Yee Haw</b><br />
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Four more days until we go back in time to persecute and persist. <br />
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In the last two days - - two pastors, and one statement: What the fuck!?! I mean, what the fuck? These guys preach patience and kindness, and they go out and flaunt in public that they have a ethnic advantage and that others will burn in hell if we don't think the same way. Four more days and we go back in time... What the fuck... we cannot go back on our future. I mean, WTF, OMG, WTF!!!<br />
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<b>Two-Steppin Sweatheart</b><br />
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So in
four more days - - we find out if $300 is worth a vote, and if the promises of less waiting and more money will come true. In four more days we find out if this is just a short chapter in the evolution of a generational shift in attitudes and hip replacements. <br />
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Yet it will be much more that four more days until we find out if the numbers of bigots and hicks will dwindle into the melting pot of a multinational province, and we finally accept our global environment and take steps towards finally fixing the problems. It could be 36,000 more spins... it could be less... but for now, we four days closer to 2050 and beyond....<br />
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yee haw - - yeeeee haaawww!!!cc'dhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15388262637415712881noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-910703854865323157.post-23000839359739215592012-03-30T21:52:00.000-07:002012-04-10T18:59:40.552-07:00A Perfectly Scripted FutureTwo lights flickered in the distant pixel of the screen. Twitching their repetitions in a solaced fashion dictated by the bits and bytes of their holographic'd database. The files upon files being progressed in algothrithmic fashion, storing names and their tendencies through their if statements and the digital SQL Proportional preferences -- everything is known about us from the day we are born -- the social software in full effect. Our future, perfectly scripted.<br />
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The following thoughts are fictitious -- made up -- just a random blip in the radar -- however they do represent a fear I hope my children will not experience.<br />
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<b>Suppressing the System</b><br />
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In the future when I wake up, I'll roll over and and get ready to work. I'll sanitize the parts that need sanitized, and a I'll get dressed. I'll sip as I drive -- and I'll listen to the morning news. Ho-hum will I go, as the willing whistling worker.<br />
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I'll do this, because we'll live in a world where we want to better our lives. We won't need to salvage and harvest - and we'll want a nest. <br />
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The nest we'll live in will be our roost. It will have walls, windows and ways to keep those freezing temperatures from shaking our bones - and it will also makes our worst offense - feces - just go away magically...<br />
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We'll want our roosts to be the biggests and brightest - and we'll create our own market for it -- to such a point that people will get rich for ages over it... wealth will be a real thing of the world... And not only that, when wealth doesn't make money, we'll keep it propped to protect our future -- and we'll protect it so much, that we'd give our own <a href="http://www.zerohedge.com/news/visualizing-true-cost-first-bank-bailout-35-trillion-and-rising-over-1-trillion-every-year">health and welfare -- and our common right to learn</a>. <br />
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We'll make wealth the suppressing system... everybody will want it -- some may reach it -- but by that point, they'll be so in tune with our programming -- that they'll swim with the rest of us for it --- wealth will be synonymous with freedom for us...<br />
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But the future may always be dark...<br />
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<b>Harlem Globe-trottered</b><br />
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In the future - entertainment will be globalized. Our airplanes will spin, our blu-rays will fly -- the future will be glittered with more glitz and glamour than our globe-trotting, ghetto-fabulous, gluten-freed lives could handle... Updates will be instant, while <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Claims_to_be_the_fastest-growing_religion">global ideals</a> will be spread faster than we can keep up with...<br />
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<b>Taking a deep breath</b><br />
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If I could pause for a moment -- and explain a concern that I'm not sure why we haven't acted on yet...<br />
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Our globe is warming.<br />
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Aside from the argument of who did what -- we know there are serious ramifications if the Earth does warm. <a href="http://www.washingtonpost.com/blogs/capital-weather-gang/post/historic-record-warm-weather-brings-summer-to-central-and-eastern-us/2012/03/15/gIQAmtnBES_blog.html">And it does</a>. It warms and cools faster now than it did before -- mainly because our averages are warming -- while our <a href="http://www.swpc.noaa.gov/SolarCycle/">thermostat is cycling</a> and starting to cook our coats... and we have really <a href="http://health.usnews.com/health-news/family-health/cancer/articles/2009/01/08/melanoma-rates-on-the-rise-in-us">thin coats</a>.<br />
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So if there is a problem -- no matter who did what -- and we know that by increasing the concentration of CO2 only compounds the problem of heating a container -- loose lid or no loose lid -- then why aren't we acting to fix the problem... <br />
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We have a problem here - we either <a href="http://www.triplepundit.com/2011/03/cares-about-climate-change/">aren't listening</a>, aren't <a href="http://350orbust.wordpress.com/2012/02/01/canadian-natural-resources-minister-joe-oliver-unable-to-answer-question-re-hydrocarbons-climate-change/">paying attention</a>, are <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Deniers">busy talking about who did what</a>, or else <a href="http://www.cbc.ca/news/technology/story/2012/03/02/nature-science-canada.html">aren't being told...</a><br />
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<b>An economic trifecta - </b><b>consumption, real estate, wars</b><br />
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Our future will be <a href="http://carboncopied2050.blogspot.ca/2009/03/acronyms-attack-gdp.html">acronymically</a> aligned - with our growth and our goods of domesticated products leading the path to green and golden shores. With the creation of wealth, laws <a href="http://stateofenlightenment.com/2012/02/20/money-in-politics-corporate-contributions-in-the-2012-presidential-election/">will follow the wealth </a>and be made by those who control our best interests. We'll follow the equations, encourage the method and sacrifice our peanuts when we'll need to - all for the maintenance of the steady growth - we're growing the planet after all.<br />
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The first step in our three step plan - is we buy ourselves a new everything!!! Imagine a future full of bright shiny things that flash and flip and film and flop and fly and flood and fish and fry and fool the eye! Consumption will fill the <a href="http://www.moneyunder30.com/how-much-average-wedding-cost">every void</a> that needs to <a href="http://www.moneyville.ca/blog/post/895232--will-you-spend-the-average-1-137-this-christmas">fulfill the balance</a>. <br />
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The second step in our three step hop - is we buy everything <a href="http://www.ic.gc.ca/cis-sic/cis-sic.nsf/IDE/cis-sic53vlae.html">back off ourselves</a>!!! Imagine a future where buying a home is as easy as 1, 2, 3! ... or <a href="http://realestate.msn.com/article.aspx?cp-documentid=26267951">1 - starter</a> ...<a href="http://blogs.reuters.com/reuters-money/2010/12/31/do-you-need-a-bigger-house-or-just-want-one/">2 - step up</a> .. and 3 - go! <br />
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The third step in our three step tango - is we war. And we war and we war... We war to eat... we war to protect and we war to hunt... In our ways with war we'll keep up our growing... to protect our children's future.<br />
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<b>Dots should connect to five points - </b><b>Social Tendencies</b><br />
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It took approximately no effort to save this script to a database without any delay. I don't have a choice once the words roll off these fingers. With every stop I make with the keyboard on my table -- the Draft saves at every consistent pause. And I pause in thought often... It takes seconds, scratch that -- milliseconds -- for a piece of data to be stored in the intra-wide-web... The scripts are right there.<br />
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Every moment of every seconds -- oddles -- scratch that -- quadrilli-oodles of data are filed in a sequence of 1's and 0's left in a stash of servers from every click to that new shopping website... As your friend updates and status changes in very counting moment in every tablet and pads -- so do the oodles. And oodles and oodles do they ogle and ogle. The data serves to count your tendencies for purchasing - your tendencies for eating -- and your tendencies of beliefs. You can't help feel that you are being watched -- watched and watched to make the tendencies that much easier to predict... to ensure your tendencies are to follow...<br />
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<b>How the pyramid of 1981 became 2012</b><br />
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The future told above is fucked. It's shallow, conceited and vain. It flaunts its sorry ass in front of us while we're told to shop and shut the fuck up. But in reality - - the future told above is locked and loaded...<br />
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But where will it end? That's for the future to decide... But philosophically -- I hope an outlaw or two will come to save the day...<br />
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<b>How a 2050 came to 2112</b><br />
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<span style="background-color: white;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px; text-align: center;">A pleasant faced man steps up to greet you, h</span><span style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px; text-align: center;">e smiles, and says he's pleased to meet you. </span><span style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px; text-align: center;">Beneath his hat the strangeness lies, t</span><span style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px; text-align: center;">ake it off, he's got three eyes. </span><span style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px; text-align: center;"><a href="http://globalchallenges.ca/">Truth</a> is false and logic lost, n</span><span style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px; text-align: center;">ow the fourth dimension is crossed... </span><span style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px; text-align: center;">You have entered the Twilight Zone b</span><span style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px; text-align: center;">eyond this world strange things are known.. </span><span style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px; text-align: center;">Use the key, unlock the door, s</span><span style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px; text-align: center;">ee what your fate might have in store...</span></span><br />
<span style="background-color: white;"><br style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px; text-align: center;" /><span style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px; text-align: center;">Come explore your dreams' creation, e</span><span style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px; text-align: center;">nter this world of imagination...</span><br style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px; text-align: center;" /><br style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px; text-align: center;" /><span style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px; text-align: center;">You wake up lost in an empty town, w</span><span style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px; text-align: center;">ondering why no one else is around. </span><span style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px; text-align: center;">Look up to see a giant boy, y</span><span style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px; text-align: center;">ou've just become his brand new toy. </span></span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px; text-align: center;">No escape, no place to hide, h</span><span style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px; text-align: center;">ere where time and space collide. </span></span><span style="background-color: white; font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px; text-align: center;">Enter this <a href="http://carboncopied2050.blogspot.ca/2009/03/borneo.html">world of imagination...</a></span><span style="background-color: white;"> </span>cc'dhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15388262637415712881noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-910703854865323157.post-2240677429533882192012-03-10T12:01:00.002-08:002012-03-10T12:01:00.268-08:00The Lesser Wiseman<div class="MsoNormal"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgap2tH3fIDB485gmcBJ1YnKQJNDZ0Et3CUQsWDmTEE6Tg_0NCfYA2O2AJhHEAktE6mhPy_KCIyiZ5vm6MXZ5snjDm5Nlpq9MaJZb_wV2Zh7aFJHiiobR0npwWqgwAUXGcHINvfIM360gj/s1600/Hypothesis_Copernicana.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgap2tH3fIDB485gmcBJ1YnKQJNDZ0Et3CUQsWDmTEE6Tg_0NCfYA2O2AJhHEAktE6mhPy_KCIyiZ5vm6MXZ5snjDm5Nlpq9MaJZb_wV2Zh7aFJHiiobR0npwWqgwAUXGcHINvfIM360gj/s200/Hypothesis_Copernicana.png" width="186" /></a>As my laptop flashes warnings to ‘Solve PC 4 issues’ while rhythmically activating pixels to march in command, I sit here weathering news of new days bringing a calm before the storm and grimace as my tension headaches persist to ease me into the pain.</div><o:p></o:p><br />
Our ministers and their cabinets of costumed displays of prowess have been at their helm for just shy of a year to this day. They’ve gavelled and garvilled, craptioned, and crewfoot, marvelled and mivelled, all the while eating their green eggs and ham. And what they are accomplishing will reshape how Canadians are perceived.</div><div class="MsoNormal"><o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><b>with a Penny on his Name</b><br />
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<span style="text-align: left;">Our Canadian Economy has been clustered into a single name brand: Oil. </span><br />
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We sit on the 3<sup>rd</sup> largest reserve of recoverable, upgradeable, refineable, burnable source of liquid energy known on our globe. We have it, there's lots, you needs it, and our message is: take it now! It took eons to cook and bake under the pressure of the earth with its gentle decay, but we can't get this stuff outta the ground faster for that quick hit to our blue, purple, green, red and our Sir Robert Bordens staches'.<br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal">In order to pump this stuff faster than Technonic pumps up the jam, we're trying to cram it down to our coastlines. Our arms are extending from shore to shore to ship the shipwrecked remains of bacterial growth. We’re sending out our keystone lights, larges and supersized gateways. We’re hurrying because we have to: the global connection is starting to occur and global problems are being recognized to be relatable to our precious growth. We're hurrying because Our Economy depends on the precious growth. We're hurrying because they want the quick easy dollar.</div><div class="MsoNormal"><o:p></o:p><br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><b>has Often Offered, Offshore Onslaughts</b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrDUFrrkWMp_xPqtgyETzktbYZKgEUSXm_VVea8yvwfpboI6MDfcVYLhlW2WvthVz9zGWdI3vUnBAyeiEbg7RYXAqhBLmQXiF0CJAjGp9jDA7Y8gl133_Cc7w8KHaSKkEHTZUnmhzcHRXm/s1600/%C3%89tienne_de_Blois_Coinage.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><br class="Apple-interchange-newline" /><img border="0" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrDUFrrkWMp_xPqtgyETzktbYZKgEUSXm_VVea8yvwfpboI6MDfcVYLhlW2WvthVz9zGWdI3vUnBAyeiEbg7RYXAqhBLmQXiF0CJAjGp9jDA7Y8gl133_Cc7w8KHaSKkEHTZUnmhzcHRXm/s200/%C3%89tienne_de_Blois_Coinage.JPG" width="107" /></a></div></div><div class="MsoNormal">Canada’s foreign ownership is what drives our economy. In <a href="http://www40.statcan.gc.ca/l01/cst01/econ149b-eng.htm">2009, $1.4 trillion</a> of assets located within our pacific to atlantic shores are owned by foreign companies. In that year, $860 billion of operating was generated by those foreign companies and $47 billion of profit was shipped across our fences. Profits equivalent to 3.9% of our GDP were shared by non-canadians. We’ve sold our economy to make people outside of our borders rich. <br />
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But when the engine that drives the machine slows, and with the foreign investors being used to fast cars and smooth engines, they may be turning in their keys knowing the engine only runs on one fuel – our good ol’ fashioned sar-sas-pa-bid-amin. If we can’t keep fueling our fires to run our economy, for instance if our fire is causing too much smoke that irritate the global heaters to debate, then we might stop shopping. And when we stop shopping, it might be because our debt ceilings can’t go any higher… or are we already on that escalator to the top floor of the BOC...<br />
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In any regard, we owe money… a lot of money. More than we’ve ever owed. And now we might not be able to get money as easy as we used to. Mortgage offerers used to trust us so much, we could tell them any reasonable salary and be handed the key to our brand new houses and till pits. As part of this generosity and offering of trust, we have bloated our bullion boxes to limits that has pushed our protectors to new levels of insurability. We have bloated our boxes so much, that even as our big banks and priced ticket providers <a href="http://www.cbc.ca/news/business/story/2011/12/06/bank-profits.html">booked big bucks </a>while our employment bumps higher and higher, we took on more and more to owe and owe. The big banks bucked the trend of slumping afterthoughts to cash in on the cash cow while the cash cow curdles its milk. And with the expiration date soon approaching, the sour taste it is going to lead will leave our lead ministers and lead cabinets wondering what went wrong….<br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal"><b>, Holding the warmth</b><br />
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipM-7i782aGdS1RuGnW9xUP_sOaRJ2tNZWxm-8JU5YaoEBupFEDAwFeWt_1ByaaeEsmFReo4FWNrZynNQR2HJZc3L8iyR-tYBWYCRDpjOB42K-KNEQLlYImILs-UysQ5ZwmFkdcZbPj2yE/s1600/Heat_sink_thermal_resistances.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipM-7i782aGdS1RuGnW9xUP_sOaRJ2tNZWxm-8JU5YaoEBupFEDAwFeWt_1ByaaeEsmFReo4FWNrZynNQR2HJZc3L8iyR-tYBWYCRDpjOB42K-KNEQLlYImILs-UysQ5ZwmFkdcZbPj2yE/s200/Heat_sink_thermal_resistances.png" width="192" /></a><i>“<span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10.5pt; line-height: 115%;">There are books on HTML, JavaScript, Java, ActiveX, and all sorts of other geeky subjects. But not only don't you need to understand these things in order to set up a Web site you can read a dozen such books, and you still won't know everything you need to do.</span>”</i></div><div class="MsoNormal"><o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal">124 kilotonnes at a time, we plug and play our way to selling our souls. 124 times a few dozen equals the pace of development in our oilish-sands. This means a few megaton or two – and I am talking about that dangerous, acidic gas again, the hot air with some carbon copied spewing from our pipestacks. Its been correlated to our seas and leveled the playing field with a stark realization that we could be purposely poisoning ourselves with a bitter pill … but it contradicts our model.<o:p></o:p><br />
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We need to puff, and to keep up the puff, we need to huff. So when we huff and huff the puff in a gruff to make it seem like it's tough for geeky stuff like science to cuff any GHG fluff to our well beings being rough... we end up hiding true stuff...</div><div class="MsoNormal"><o:p></o:p><br />
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<b>is Sparing Some Dollars</b> <br />
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhx39tUmMNvdKIMet3xUi210zVynkF99vIrZC5YpkfaED1sLZh0KV-8e7whlrHfqrcaGDCwB0p_LdtBKL12m6jp4G_Oc4tMEiEe_MpT6Qfpx4uPUbZMlaN4u_79chuav4bhbQEudC1atj6A/s1600/1715_Homann_Map_of_Carolina,_Virginia,_Maryland_and_New_Jersey_-_Geographicus_-_VirginiaMarylandiaCarolina-homann-1715.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" height="168" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhx39tUmMNvdKIMet3xUi210zVynkF99vIrZC5YpkfaED1sLZh0KV-8e7whlrHfqrcaGDCwB0p_LdtBKL12m6jp4G_Oc4tMEiEe_MpT6Qfpx4uPUbZMlaN4u_79chuav4bhbQEudC1atj6A/s200/1715_Homann_Map_of_Carolina,_Virginia,_Maryland_and_New_Jersey_-_Geographicus_-_VirginiaMarylandiaCarolina-homann-1715.jpg" width="200" /></a>Profits drive wealth. Profits provide an assurance food is fed and wine is drank. All is merry when profits proliferate. But the profit has been proven to be pushed towards the persons in the ponzis... while the persons in the pyramid are charged their purses and their pursuits of happiness to populate the particles which pressurizes the bubble.</div><div class="MsoNormal"><div class="MsoNormal">We moving towards a new era in the timeline of economic development. One which will be clouded in the coffers of a new class system. A division is occurring. <br />
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In the short time that ministers have spared their 2 cents, we changed our laws... we changed our oversight... we changed our habits and we changed our minds.<br />
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We claimed we were the best in handling our money, as we were told that our systems were protecting us. But in the coming weeks and months our protection systems will keep watching us lose more and more for less and less. These will be hard times in the country that proclaimed it was the best. And will be far from image that we perceived ourselves to be...</div></div>cc'dhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15388262637415712881noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-910703854865323157.post-37702616278220678912012-03-08T23:00:00.012-08:002012-03-09T21:15:48.991-08:00A Mirrored Image<div class="yui_3_2_0_18_133126501933061" id="yui_3_2_0_18_133126501933076"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: inherit;">I'm not sure how I think. I stop a lot throughout the day and wonder how these neurons and microns throughout my nervous and intelligence systems are programmed. I doubt too much... Not my thoughts, but the things around me... they make me nervous with their intelligence systems. I read... I doubt... Mostly politics... some religion... and well a few other things. The other day, with my skip to my beat, I got a virtual signal from my inbox that life's lessons could be taken for free; some facts and figures on how to take what you want by signing on the dotted line and how it would be the smartest investment decision of you're life; the cost would only be a small fee and your life's soul... A signal from a REIN supremer so hidden with sub-primal tendencies that non-primed engines would never be stopped.... The signal by the REIN supremer in the dark, my response in the light... </span></div><div class="yui_3_2_0_18_133126501933061" id="yui_3_2_0_18_133126501933076"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br />
</span></div><div class="yui_3_2_0_18_133126501933061" id="yui_3_2_0_18_133126501933076"><b><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="background-color: white;">Discover Canada's Top City For Real Estate Investment</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white;">Here Are The Facts, Figures & Details You Need To Make Smart Investing Decisions Today</span></span></b></div><div class="yui_3_2_0_18_133126501933061" id="yui_3_2_0_18_133126501933076"><span style="background-color: #444444; color: #444444; font-family: inherit;">There is no doubt that Calgary is one of the hottest hubs for real estate investment in the country... one could argue the globe over, yet this powerhouse is flying under the radar of most Canadian investors, especially Albertans. The grass always seems greener somewhere else, a phenomenon that never ceases to amaze, but the numbers simply don't lie. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><span id="yui_3_2_0_18_1331265019330221" style="background-color: white;">Calgary real estate has been hot. And for some time. While growth in the energy sector has resumed and the oil sands are developed, Canada is ramping its production rate right up to it's export pipeline's capacity. But some problems persists; our Gateways are closed, and XLs too supersized for other's needs. We can't move it anywhere. And to further compound problems, the tea, shnitzel and cappucino makers are considering labelling us as "dirty", but fortunately we know and told the <a href="http://m.theglobeandmail.com/news/politics/harper-personally-approved-22000-hospitality-tab-for-visiting-european-bureaucrats/article2350220/?service=mobile" id="yui_3_2_0_18_1331265019330250" style="color: blue !important; cursor: text !important;">right people in Europe</a> that doing so might lose a few profits to couple of BPs, Totals and Stats and that thing should keep going for a while longer... </span><br />
</span></div><div class="yui_3_2_0_18_133126501933061 yui_3_2_0_18_133126501933090" id="yui_3_2_0_18_133126501933076"><span style="background-color: #444444; color: #444444; font-family: inherit;">It's time you have the information, all the facts & figures that major corporations are looking at and have been looking at for the past few years. Money continues to pour into Alberta for a reason - many reasons - so take a look at the latest research our team has just put together. This is something we usually keep just for members of REIN™, but not this time - it's too important.</span></div><div class="yui_3_2_0_18_133126501933061 yui_3_2_0_18_133126501933090" id="yui_3_2_0_18_133126501933076"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="background-color: white;">R<span id="yui_3_2_0_18_1331265019330267">esearch is defined as the study of something thoroughly so as to present trends and determine or infer hypotheses of events happening... Research is not defined as interpreting a small sample data over a short time line and suddenly declare: ALL IS GOOD, we're all getting rich!! Keep buying!!! and either ignorantly or greedily declairing money is pouring in like Pacman makin rain cause we all good... Research can be muddled with fake facts and fake fools. </span> </span><br />
<span style="background-color: #444444;"><span style="color: #444444;"> Take a minute or two, absorb all the latest research included below, and who knows, maybe you'll gain some new perspective on the opportunities available here in Canada.</span></span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="background-color: white;">A new perspective would mean to differ from the status quo... and what has the status quo been? Buy real estate. Buy BuY BUY!! The status quo is so so, as the sow and flow of dough was thought at prid-quo-pro, but the pro was so that the dough went to the bro, da b of m's and da t dot c of i b sees. Da bee o see... See? Buy means borrow. Borrow means one thing. Bucklet boots and beer bellied bottle rockets of bubbles. Bubbles and bubbles of debt. </span></span></div><div class="yui_3_2_0_18_133126501933061 yui_3_2_0_18_133126501933090" id="yui_3_2_0_18_133126501933076" style="background-color: white;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br />
</span></div><div class="yui_3_2_0_18_133126501933061 yui_3_2_0_18_133126501933090" id="yui_3_2_0_18_133126501933076"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><b><span class="IPA" style="background-color: white; line-height: 20px; white-space: nowrap;"><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Wikipedia:IPA_for_English#Key" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: initial; background-image: none; background-origin: initial; color: #0b0080; text-decoration: none !important;" title="Wikipedia:IPA for English"><span style="border-bottom-color: initial; border-bottom-style: dotted; border-bottom-width: 1px;" title="primary stress follows">ˈ</span></a></span><span class="IPA" style="background-color: white; line-height: 20px; white-space: nowrap;"><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Wikipedia:IPA_for_English#Key" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: initial; background-image: none; background-origin: initial; color: #0b0080; text-decoration: none !important;" title="Wikipedia:IPA for English"><span style="border-bottom-color: initial; border-bottom-style: dotted; border-bottom-width: 1px;" title="'k' in 'kind'">k</span></a></span><span class="IPA" style="background-color: white; line-height: 20px; white-space: nowrap;"><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Wikipedia:IPA_for_English#Key" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: initial; background-image: none; background-origin: initial; color: #0b0080; text-decoration: none !important;" title="Wikipedia:IPA for English"><span style="border-bottom-color: initial; border-bottom-style: dotted; border-bottom-width: 1px;" title="short 'a' in 'bad'">æ</span></a></span><span class="IPA" style="background-color: white; line-height: 20px; white-space: nowrap;"><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Wikipedia:IPA_for_English#Key" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: initial; background-image: none; background-origin: initial; color: #0b0080; text-decoration: none !important;" title="Wikipedia:IPA for English"><span style="border-bottom-color: initial; border-bottom-style: dotted; border-bottom-width: 1px;" title="'l' in 'lie'">l</span></a></span><span class="IPA" style="background-color: white; line-height: 20px; white-space: nowrap;"><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Wikipedia:IPA_for_English#Key" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: initial; background-image: none; background-origin: initial; color: #0b0080; text-decoration: none !important;" title="Wikipedia:IPA for English"><span style="border-bottom-color: initial; border-bottom-style: dotted; border-bottom-width: 1px;" title="'g' in 'guy'">ɡ</span></a></span><span class="IPA" style="background-color: white; line-height: 20px; white-space: nowrap;"><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Wikipedia:IPA_for_English#Key" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: initial; background-image: none; background-origin: initial; color: #0b0080; text-decoration: none !important;" title="Wikipedia:IPA for English"><span style="border-bottom-color: initial; border-bottom-style: dotted; border-bottom-width: 1px;" title="optional 'ə' in 'jewelry'">ᵊ</span></a></span><span class="IPA" style="background-color: white; line-height: 20px; white-space: nowrap;"><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Wikipedia:IPA_for_English#Key" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: initial; background-image: none; background-origin: initial; color: #0b0080; text-decoration: none !important;" title="Wikipedia:IPA for English"><span style="border-bottom-color: initial; border-bottom-style: dotted; border-bottom-width: 1px;" title="'r' in 'rye'">r</span></a></span><span class="IPA" style="background-color: white; line-height: 20px; white-space: nowrap;"><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Wikipedia:IPA_for_English#Key" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: initial; background-image: none; background-origin: initial; color: #0b0080; text-decoration: none !important;" title="Wikipedia:IPA for English"><span style="border-bottom-color: initial; border-bottom-style: dotted; border-bottom-width: 1px;" title="'y' in 'happy'">i</span></a></span><span class="IPA" style="background-color: white; line-height: 20px; white-space: nowrap;" title="Representation in the International Phonetic Alphabet (IPA)"><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Wikipedia:IPA_for_English" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: initial; background-image: none; background-origin: initial; color: #0b0080; text-decoration: none !important;" title="Wikipedia:IPA for English">/</a></span> </b><br />
<span style="background-color: #444444; color: #444444;"> With a population of over one million people, Calgary offers amenities and business opportunities found nowhere else in Alberta. As such, the city will continue to experience growth as it is recognized as a prime location for both businesses and home owners. </span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="background-color: white;"><span style="color: #0b0080;"><span style="white-space: nowrap;">It</span></span><span style="line-height: 20px;"> is a city in the </span>province<span style="line-height: 20px;"> of </span><span style="color: #0b0080;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-origin: initial; line-height: 20px;">Alberta</span></span><span style="line-height: 20px;">, </span><span style="color: #0b0080;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-origin: initial; line-height: 20px;">Canada and</span></span><span style="line-height: 20px;"> is located in the south of the province, in an area of foothills and </span>prairie<span style="line-height: 20px;">, approximately 80 km (50 mi) east of the front ranges of the </span>Canadian Rockies<span style="line-height: 20px;">. The city is located in the Grassland region of Alberta.</span> John Glenn was the first settler in 1873, then the gush came....</span><span style="background-color: #d9ead3;">.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"> <span style="background-color: #444444;"><span style="color: #444444;">As of the last Civic Census (April 2011), the City of Calgary had a population of 1,090,936, an increase of 19,421 residents (a growth of 1.81%) from the 2010 census. During this time period (ending April 2011), four communities grew more than 100%, reflecting a migration to some of the newer developments: Mahogany (205%), Walden (183%), Skyview Ranch (154%), and Sage Hill (102%)1.<br />
Five communities had population increases of more than 1,000 people. Often, depending on the original number of inhabitants, this number is more telling than percent change (i.e. an increase of 10 residents to 20 residents is still a 100% increase). These communities include: Panorama Hills (1,952), Auburn Bay (1,552), New Brighton (1,236), Cranston (1,186), and Skyview Ranch (1,093)2.<br />
As the baby boomers age, driving the average age up in most centers across the country, Calgary will have a distinct advantage as it continues to attract younger families. This important fact will help drive the economy longer and farther than most other major centers in the country. In other words, as other areas age, Calgary continues to renew itself</span></span><span style="background-color: #274e13;">. </span><span style="background-color: white;"> </span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="background-color: white;">So if boomers age, and agers boom... and younger families become more and more attracted, they'll keep buying and buying, building up loads and loads of betchas and dont'chas. Sure, they don't <a href="http://www.huffingtonpost.ca/2012/03/08/youth-unemployment-canada_n_1332851.html">make money now</a>... but when they do make money, they'll be ready to high five their way to their 5% down and on the five by five plan... just tell them not to worry about those newly formed credit debts from the donuts... and that the best investment strategy is to join the party that every one is invited to!! The more the merrier... everyone into the pool... last one in is the rotten egg!!!!! </span></span></div><div class="yui_3_2_0_18_133126501933061 yui_3_2_0_18_133126501933090" id="yui_3_2_0_18_133126501933076"><span style="background-color: #444444; color: #444444; font-family: inherit;">Despite the overall decline in net-migration compared to previous record years (9,563 this year down from a peak of 25,794 in 2006)3, Calgary will continue to be a magnet for a vibrant populous. Calgary is no longer just attracting people from Canada; it is also becoming a more attractive location for immigrants and foreign workers.</span></div><div class="yui_3_2_0_18_133126501933061 yui_3_2_0_18_133126501933090" id="yui_3_2_0_18_133126501933076"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="background-color: #444444; color: #444444;">Calgary's labour participation rate increased to 74.5% in the CMA as of December 2011 from 73.4% in December 2010. At the end of 2011, the unemployment rate stood at 5.5%, down from 6.2% the previous year. By the end of December 2011, employment was up 2.9% from 2010. A majority of the jobs created during that time period were full time-positions, adding over 16,000 jobs4. With employment opportunities improving, more people will be drawn into the labour force, preventing any large declines in the unemployment rate. CMHC is predicting the unemployment to drop marginally, to 5.4%, by the end of 20125.</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white;"><a href="http://www.cmhc-schl.gc.ca/en/corp/nero/nere/2008/2008-02-04-0815.cfm">In the beginning of 2008</a>, the CMHC determined that housing sales would be slower, but only drop 3.9%. Everything was fine... nothing to see here.... but by the <a href="http://www.creb.com/public/documents/statistics/2008/package/res-stats-2008-december.pdf">end</a>, there were a few more worried at the time that the CMHC was a little off... <a href="http://designermortgages.ca/blog/?p=200">and they can always be a little off...</a></span></span></div><div class="yui_3_2_0_18_133126501933061 yui_3_2_0_18_133126501933090" id="yui_3_2_0_18_133126501933076"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: inherit;"><br />
</span></div><div class="yui_3_2_0_18_133126501933061 yui_3_2_0_18_133126501933090" id="yui_3_2_0_18_133126501933076"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: inherit;">Take for example, advising on mortgages... When advising, they tell you how much and by when... they tell you how often and who to talk to.. they tell you this and that and the other... <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8nFDP5GnXPo">But they don`t restrict... </a> and <a href="http://www.thestar.com/business/article/1134496--mortgage-fraud-up-150-per-cent-in-the-last-year?bn=1">they don`t check</a>. And when they don`t restrict ... yes, they will drive up the prices of houses. But when they don`t restrict and they don`t check... and if things get bad... and by bad I mean bumpy... and by bumpy I mean bubbly... and by bubbly I mean not affordable by the bump up in the price of houses... then we might have that correction... </span></div><div class="yui_3_2_0_18_133126501933061 yui_3_2_0_18_133126501933090" id="yui_3_2_0_18_133126501933076"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br />
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<span style="background-color: white;"><b>Housing Trends</b></span><br />
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<span style="background-color: #444444;"><span style="color: #444444;">Like most cities in the wake of the recession, Calgary has also experienced some ups and downs in the housing sector in the last several years. 2006 and 2007 saw record building permit values and housing starts in the city, while starts dropped off in 2008 and 2009 before increasing again in 2010. By the end of 2011, it appears that market conditions have started to improve.<br />
The City of Calgary reported a total building permit value of $4.5 billion in 2011, an increase from $2.9 billion in 2010 and the third highest year on record. The city posits the building permit value growth to an increase in new builds over improvements. Several large residential projects have bolstered the total building permit value, including the University Residential Towers ($55 million) and Eight Avenue Place - West Tower ($195 million)6.<br />
The Calgary CMA recorded a total of 9,292 housing starts in 2011, a slight increase from 9,262 units in 2010. The increase in housing starts can be directly attributed to the increase in multi-family construction. In 2011, 4,208 multi-family units began construction, in comparison to the 3,480 units started in 2010 (an increase of 21%). On the other hand, single- detached housing experienced a small decline: 5,084 units began construction in 2011, a decrease of 12% from 5,782 units in 20107.<br />
Residential construction is expected to lift even further in 2012 as the economy improves, increasing job creation and net migration. CMHC predicts that the city's housing starts will increase 11% to 9,400 in 2012, with gains in both the multi- family and single-family housing markets. Single detached starts are forecast to reach approximately 5,500 units in 2012, while multi-family starts should hit 3,900 units8.</span></span><br />
<span id="yui_3_2_0_18_1331265019330125" style="background-color: white;">So to start, we need a beginning. And when was the beginning? At the last end. The last end was when again? Back then again? Although they start, housing start stats aren't really indicative of a healthy real estate/mortgage industry. They need the middle of the start of a recovery.... but if we <a href="http://www.chpc.biz/canada_chart.html">never really ended the last beginning to end</a>, then how can we start? Anyways... what starts do is lag... they wait for the all clear and then they start... they don't dig until the dust has settled and the doorbells are ringing... So to say housing starts lead they way to a safer and better housing stats might be a bit misleading... they lag... they let things start.. and then they start.... And in reality, we haven't started that fast... <a href="http://www.canada.com/calgaryherald/news/story.html?id=9a2906d4-9de4-4385-a18e-b3cda5dca635">in 2007</a> we started faster... about 2 times faster back then... To compare the starts to finishes from now till then isn't the best presentation. That's just weak Don.</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white;"><b>Sale and Rent</b></span><br />
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<span style="background-color: #444444;"><span style="color: #444444;"> Getting into the housing market with positive cash flow properties in Calgary has proved difficult for investors in the last decade and that is one key consideration that kept Calgary out of the #1 spot for several years. 2006 and 2007 were characterized by multiple offers, zero days on the market, bidding wars and offers with no conditions. Most home-owners and investors were wishing the market would come back to normal. As the pendulum swings the other way to a buyers' market, we are seeing the opportunities for sane purchasing once again entering the market.<br />
According to the Calgary Real Estate Board (CREB), residential sales in Calgary have increased 8% in the past year, with 18,568 sales in 2011 compared to 17,267 in 2010. While sales activity was lukewarm in the first half of 2011, job growth,</span></span><br />
<span style="background-color: white;"><span id="yui_3_2_0_18_1331265019330130">Insanity is reckless... it's harmful and it is sometimes hurts to type responses to virtual signals... But sane purchasing habits are misleading. Most mortgages (95%) today high five their way to the 5% down variety, and our affordabilities are being pushed to the limit. So when affordabilities are pushed to the limits with our gases and our peanuts escalating their ways to black gold and cashews, we have recorded our debts to record high territory. So how can it go down? The answer is, it has to. We simply cannot afford it anymore.</span></span> <br />
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<span style="background-color: #444444;"><span style="color: #444444;"> Stronger migration, and higher earnings all contributed to lift sales in the second half of the year9. In addition, low mortgage rates continue to provide prospective buyers, especially first-time home buyers, with many opportunities.<br />
While sales were up in 2011, elevated levels of inventory limited housing price growth. At the end of 2011, the average price for a single-family home in the Calgary CMA was $466,402, an increase of just over 1% from $461,132 in 201010. The median price of a newly constructed home sat at $457,271 in 2011, an increase of 5.1% from 201011.<br />
One negative of the renewed momentum in Calgary's real estate market, however, is the decrease in housing affordability. Calgary's affordability index is currently sitting at 38.2 for a standard two-storey home, meaning 38.2% of an average person's pre-tax income is necessary to afford an average home in the city. But when compared to other major cities across Canada, Calgary still comes out on top. In the third quarter of 2011, Toronto recorded an affordability index of 61.3, Montreal came in at 52.2, and Vancouver sat at 94.412!</span></span><br />
<span id="yui_3_2_0_18_1331265019330139" style="background-color: white;"><a href="http://www.cbc.ca/news/story/2010/01/26/consumer-home-affordability.html">Numbers never lie. remember tha</a>t... </span></span></div><div class="yui_3_2_0_18_133126501933061 yui_3_2_0_18_133126501933090" id="yui_3_2_0_18_133126501933076"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: inherit;"><br />
</span></div><div class="yui_3_2_0_18_133126501933061 yui_3_2_0_18_133126501933090" id="yui_3_2_0_18_133126501933076"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: inherit;">Smaller means better. In comparing Apple A to Apple B. Apple B is two times larger than Apple A. Therefore, Apple A is much smaller. But when Apples A and B are both larger than the healthy average... then what does that make Apple A and B? Both higher than normal? Comparing an index to some of the worst indices in the world that are both indicative of a <a href="http://www.investopedia.com/terms/p/price-to-rent-ratio.asp">normalized bubble</a> is not a great way to make an argument for a safe investment. Numbers never lie. Unlike the ones in the dark. </span></div><div class="yui_3_2_0_18_133126501933061 yui_3_2_0_18_133126501933090" id="yui_3_2_0_18_133126501933076"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br />
</span></div><div class="yui_3_2_0_18_133126501933061 yui_3_2_0_18_133126501933090" id="yui_3_2_0_18_133126501933076"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="background-color: #444444; color: #444444;">Rental rates in Calgary have also increased in the past year. The average rent for a private apartment in Calgary was $978 in October 2011; an increase from $969 in October 2010. The average rent for a bachelor unit was $705, down slightly from $709; a one bedroom unit rented for $899, up from $894 in 2010; a two bedroom unit was $1,084, an increase from $1,069 the previous year; and a three bedroom unit sat at $1,077, up from $1,057 in October 201013.</span><br />
<span id="yui_3_2_0_18_1331265019330151" style="background-color: white;">Numbers never lie. Rental rates are fine. These are increasing with inflation. The numbers do not lie. Is it better to rent than "invest in real estate". Don't be a greater fooler. The Lesser Wiseman told me. He's smarter than you or I. But you can also do the math. The numbers don't lie. </span><br />
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<span style="background-color: #444444; color: #444444;">Increased economic activity will support rental demand in 2012. Improved activity in the energy sector will create jobs and attract newcomers. New migrants are expected to be the main contributor to rental demand in 2012 as many of them will look to rent and familiarize themselves with the city before deciding to purchase a home. As demand for rental housing rises, rental rates are also expected to increase. The average rent of a two-bedroom apartment is anticipated to reach $1,100 by October 2012. However, despite the rise, the average two-bedroom rent will still be below the peak of $1,148 experienced in 200814.</span><br />
<span id="yui_3_2_0_18_1331265019330194" style="background-color: white;">Canada is losing jobs. The only sector churning anything is the heavy oil industry, while economic activity has stalled with our GDP only being propped by the mortgage industry. But even our best sector is having problems; we can't ship it east, as they get their oil non-synthetically from the middle East, and have peaked in their growth, so oil consumption may not increase. We can't ship it south, as they've been boosting their own production and reserves while increasing theirs.. and we can't sell to anyone unless country we get a pipeline.</span><br />
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<b><span style="background-color: white;">Vacancy Rates</span></b><br />
<span style="background-color: #444444; color: #444444;">As the rental market tightened in response to increased economic activity, the Calgary CMA experienced a dip in the average vacancy rate. As of October 2011, the vacancy rate of a private apartment in the CMA was 1.9%, down from 3.6% in October 2010. This is the lowest vacancy rate the city has experienced since October 2007.<br />
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A bachelor unit had a 1.9% vacancy rate, down from 4.1% in October 2010; a one bedroom private apartment sat at 1.8%, down from 3%; the vacancy rate of a two bedroom unit sat at 2%, down from 4.2%; and a three bedroom unit had a vacancy rate of 3.3%, down from 5.3% in October 201015.<br />
Downtown Calgary reported the lowest vacancy rate, sitting at 1% in October 2011. Demand for rental units in the downtown area has remained high, as many people strive to live close to their place of work. The Beltline area has also benefitted from increased activity in the core, posting a vacancy rate of 1.7% in 201116.</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white;">So you've just moved to Calgary. Welcome aboard. We hope your flight wasn't too bumpy on the way through that turbulence. Here's $500,000, you can be on your way now...</span></span></div><div class="yui_3_2_0_18_133126501933061 yui_3_2_0_18_133126501933090" id="yui_3_2_0_18_133126501933076"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br />
</span></div><div class="yui_3_2_0_18_133126501933061 yui_3_2_0_18_133126501933090" id="yui_3_2_0_18_133126501933076"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Yes, we've grown. And we've benefited. And with that $500,000 you get to live in the 'burbs. There's no room for you in the un-vacated rental boxes. And if you take that $500,000 and just rent it there's lots of people who need it - it's just you need to rent it for $2,500 per month to pay for it... hmm... something seems funny...<br />
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<span style="background-color: white;"><b>Top Investment Town</b></span><br />
<span style="background-color: #444444;"><span style="color: #444444;">Calgary, the head office center of the west, is no longer a city with wild economic swings like it experienced in the 1980's.<span id="yui_3_2_0_18_1331265019330158">.</span> It's economy has diversified (with more work to do), the population growth continues to be leading the Nation, incomes are increasing faster than anywhere else, and the lifestyle it offers has been rated one of the best in North America.<br />
Receiving an 'A' grade from the Conference Board of Canada17, Calgary showcases many investment opportunities. A growing population, steady job creation and the strong resale housing market are driving growth.<br />
During the economic recession, Calgary's real estate market made a predictable correction resulting in slightly more affordable housing compared to recent years passed. It was economically impossible for the market to continue at the pace at which it was heading and now finds itself adjusting to market realities. </span></span></span></div><div class="yui_3_2_0_18_133126501933061 yui_3_2_0_18_133126501933090" id="yui_3_2_0_18_133126501933076"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: inherit;"><span id="yui_3_2_0_18_1331265019330170"></span>Here is just one lie after another. As recent as 3 years ago, we had a wild economic swing. And as recently as 2 weeks ago, we almost had another. We are on a constant swing over cycles and balances of supply and demand, which can, at times, be dictated by people who have vested interests. We cannot control the swings. Sometimes they miss... but every once and awhile - - they hit.</span><span style="background-color: white; color: #444444; font-family: inherit;"> </span></div><div class="yui_3_2_0_18_133126501933061 yui_3_2_0_18_133126501933090" id="yui_3_2_0_18_133126501933076"><span style="font-family: inherit;">The next lie is the assumed value that 'A' is a good grade. Maybe the student paid off the teacher... maybe the A is not graded on a curve and every one else got A+++'s.... maybe the grade is a given by someone who benefits from dolling out A's all day long... maybe the AAA plus ratings are better? A grade from a institute that wants economic properties and growth is not going to give you an F- and cause a panic. It would be akin to economic suicide...<span style="background-color: white;"> </span></span></div><div class="yui_3_2_0_18_133126501933061 yui_3_2_0_18_133126501933090" id="yui_3_2_0_18_133126501933076"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Well the last one is kind of true; it is economically impossible for the market to continue at the paces at which is has headed for 13 years without adjusting to market realities: we overinflated and overborrowed... and we're cooked.</span></div><div class="yui_3_2_0_18_133126501933061 yui_3_2_0_18_133126501933090" id="yui_3_2_0_18_133126501933076"><span style="background-color: #444444; color: #444444; font-family: inherit;">Housing affordability will continue to be an issue in Calgary, with rents increasing and a high average price. However, when we look at that price versus average income, we see that other cities in this country have a much larger problem on their hands. Calgary has the long-term economics to support long-term market strength while other cities do not.</span></div><div class="yui_3_2_0_18_133126501933061 yui_3_2_0_18_133126501933090" id="yui_3_2_0_18_133126501933076"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: inherit;">Ah, here is where the lies continue. Housing affordabilities DO LOOK AT PRICES VERSUS AVERAGE INCOME. If it continues to be an issue... it will remain an issue. Saying other cities are worse off doesn't mean that we are not worse off.... It doesn't work to say: "you gone stepped in some big pile of shit", when you are knee-deep as well.... FACK!</span></div><div class="yui_3_2_0_18_133126501933061 yui_3_2_0_18_133126501933090" id="yui_3_2_0_18_133126501933076"><span style="font-family: inherit;"> <span style="color: #444444;"><span style="background-color: #444444;">If you are investing in Canadian real estate right now or hope to do so soon... or even if you invest outside the country, the information presented above is hugely important. Understanding exactly what's going on in Calgary and all of Alberta is key to making smart investment decisions for the next decade and beyond. So whether you're living in Saskatchewan, British Columbia, Alberta or Ontario, Calgary has to be on your radar as a sophisticated real estate investor. The numbers simply don't lie - Calgary is poised to perform.<br />
I hope this research has been helpful to you and your investment business and if it has, it would be great to hear back from you. Even better - repost, re-blog, forward or tweet anything and everything you learned</span><span style="background-color: #666666;">!</span></span><br />
Please do not invest in real estate in Canada right now. Understanding exactly whats going on in Calgary and all of Canada is key to making wise investment decisions for the next decade and beyond. So<br />
whether you're living in Saskatchewan, BC, AB or the t.dot... none of these should be on your radar as a sophisticated human. The numbers simply don't lie... but in the dark, they can be muddled to look like truth.</span></div>cc'dhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15388262637415712881noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-910703854865323157.post-12599401464219296392011-04-22T22:44:00.000-07:002011-04-23T00:48:14.457-07:00Waning GibbousLike clockwork, it happens - with a tick tock of beating hearts it never fails, two weeks a month, a beautiful visitor peeks the rays of desolate sun glare and lights our nights skies in the vast openness of space. La lune floats as a marvelous beacon radiating a connection to terra cotta that is vastly understood, yet eerily misunderstood...<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Angularly Momented</span><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCVZef03nMQf34lWJz8HZX4Vkdpag7iNeBW0qjK2PYXEuXc0QY7bhNwDsSKMbnrlOct2Kw5WQ0BEzU-qM1H_Ktmd8osEIy79pYntdCUiblMmyKQrD2Swg8vTxN9n-pRJ6UIqvy9yvOhWwk/s1600/Lunar_eclipse_chart_close-2076Jun17.png"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 186px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCVZef03nMQf34lWJz8HZX4Vkdpag7iNeBW0qjK2PYXEuXc0QY7bhNwDsSKMbnrlOct2Kw5WQ0BEzU-qM1H_Ktmd8osEIy79pYntdCUiblMmyKQrD2Swg8vTxN9n-pRJ6UIqvy9yvOhWwk/s200/Lunar_eclipse_chart_close-2076Jun17.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598676521147577090" border="0" /></a>It may have happened like the flash of a boiling pot - percolating and pinballing from corner pocket to parking stall - with chaos in full effect as static, dynamic and ultrasonicular forces bounce through the entropy of waves in gravitational crashes. The moon may have held the perfect amount of rotational and angular directions to graze the side of a new and forming earth, resulting in a spin of angular momentum that perfectly caught each others escaping masses to bond in a unison so delicately cherished - the impact leaving a pressurized core and molten spin in the the bowels of earth - almost like the moon had impregnated a special spin in the earth, one that locked the moon in a gravitational pull that would fertilize the world...<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Spinning the chords</span><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwtiQ2PU72e_otshsYg66ycRDq609jf3cTWDK6kVrpv-6UzfVidhBVJcpP3MXo27RcowKa_wF1Sblj3S1FLfllyKw-IMyfhBxjmHj4qtd15_IZVpWlTZ6wtIPdwpTL1yqtuE23o2CbU1jL/s1600/Spinning_DNA.gif"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 74px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwtiQ2PU72e_otshsYg66ycRDq609jf3cTWDK6kVrpv-6UzfVidhBVJcpP3MXo27RcowKa_wF1Sblj3S1FLfllyKw-IMyfhBxjmHj4qtd15_IZVpWlTZ6wtIPdwpTL1yqtuE23o2CbU1jL/s200/Spinning_DNA.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598677216296205442" border="0" /></a>As the molten core spun, the earth pulled and waned... groaning at the pushing and pulling - the kicking and gases, the surging and swelling - the earth began to show signs stretch marks - scars of mountains rising high from the spin and spun of the molten core... And locked in tight - the moon held onto the gravitational pull of the pregnancy. But even more miraculous that all, the moon held on so tight, that tiny little molecules began to excite themselves, spark energies back and forth - and cycle themselves with the constant tidal pulls and gravitational tunings - these tiny molecules began to dance and twirl. Twisting with twine and tiny little ribonucleic textiles - the twists became more and more elaborate - as if every two-week dance with the moon turned gravitational pulls into tidal tangos of primordial soup and stew. We had some life. The bacteria were born.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">The crusts, the clearing, the shield and the trees<br /></span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFFebFVZiV8sc9cFW9eu3spU9t08b-7LLz0m_gyRUaK9Oyyv57V3VYjnAb0ROQwXxbjhKIbDb9zQ9mQANusq3-SLYH8WGjzRYxSlww7Ze9cL6ducuzdS5OgDB5_vpRwhzOHNbBQIywvp6P/s1600/2000px-Escudo_Gondor.svg.png"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 182px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFFebFVZiV8sc9cFW9eu3spU9t08b-7LLz0m_gyRUaK9Oyyv57V3VYjnAb0ROQwXxbjhKIbDb9zQ9mQANusq3-SLYH8WGjzRYxSlww7Ze9cL6ducuzdS5OgDB5_vpRwhzOHNbBQIywvp6P/s200/2000px-Escudo_Gondor.svg.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598679698143814018" border="0" /></a>Land masses cleared. Dusts settled and the air cleared. The molten core spun through the chaos and filtered the particles of entropy into tiny packets of magnetic energy and shield - and a livable atmosphere was born. So instead of soup and stew of the primordial slop being continuously stirred in the pot - some spilled onto soil and land. Textiles of nucleic acids turned into sun-soakers - the plants - our green-ness. They found some miraculous way of structuring their structures to program a beacon to soak the light of the day and the carbon in the air and turn it into energy and organic matter - and our greens fertilized the beasts.<br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Waxing Crescent - Step.. by step.. by step.. by step..</span><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIhy9aqsiNZy3_y5FwxzvD947OWXJoCMHbZLfcOCL18xgvQkvKqHOXUSEoFz1q0eSFIO0Fr5y2QAR2L8ryIYNmNgh3omUiI16oLVv-5vi8rpnUsZikgQELEUUPMTlKhszCVasFke1F6Nnl/s1600/Pleuroceras_solare%252C_Little_Switzerland%252C_Bavaria%252C_Germany.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 187px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIhy9aqsiNZy3_y5FwxzvD947OWXJoCMHbZLfcOCL18xgvQkvKqHOXUSEoFz1q0eSFIO0Fr5y2QAR2L8ryIYNmNgh3omUiI16oLVv-5vi8rpnUsZikgQELEUUPMTlKhszCVasFke1F6Nnl/s200/Pleuroceras_solare%252C_Little_Switzerland%252C_Bavaria%252C_Germany.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598681012506096386" border="0" /></a>With the moon continuing to pull back on the masses, the calcinated creatures of the deep learned how to walk. It was a struggle at first - but they crept... they crawled... they clawed and they clunked their way to find newer, and well.. greener.. pastures. The beasts roared and clamored up the stretching trees - growing to heights and lengths and weights worthy of reaching the moons close touch - so close and a mere 370,000 km wave in the night's sky it would seem too close to be true - and the gravity was bountiful in these days. With the moon so close, our spinning core's pull of weight and tonnage easily offset with the gentle pull of the moon's gravity. So surreal the pull - that beast and birds of giant proportions could support the calcinated structures of bones against the spinning pull of the core. Until it started to drift.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Drifting to Sleep</span><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEga13K8z3tfj9GGTVQBo0TIv5CxhszFz0EvieAfTh4Q6vmMgbeRC_Rubd6USnJ1tmIfJibNS4xAZOtfZj0sS0KG8BEXsr9vc-PRJUHtC6tYzdKIs14_OWjQa1W2-pULdCl7L3xsM3TqP0vr/s1600/Moon_by_Johannes_hevelius_1645.PNG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 180px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEga13K8z3tfj9GGTVQBo0TIv5CxhszFz0EvieAfTh4Q6vmMgbeRC_Rubd6USnJ1tmIfJibNS4xAZOtfZj0sS0KG8BEXsr9vc-PRJUHtC6tYzdKIs14_OWjQa1W2-pULdCl7L3xsM3TqP0vr/s200/Moon_by_Johannes_hevelius_1645.PNG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598677864970468098" border="0" /></a>At a snails pace of toenails spurt of calcinated creation, the moon has been drifting... a drift so slight and sleuth that 3.8 measures of a centimeter per year moves into the deep horizon. So when back in the day of giant beasts and large lizards the moon began to pull away, the beasts and large lizards began to feel the pull of the earth - the spin of the core. Gravity began to pull it's weight as it's forces were dimished - over the course of 145 million years - gravitational forces from the moon and earth reduced 6% - and the weight of the world came crashing down on the dinos and giant ducks - the calcinated structures so strong and sturdy could no longer hold their weights - the true death of the dinos could be the waning and drifting moon - no longer as close as can be.<br /><br />So as we find the mammals and fishies and birdies and lil lizards now roaming with a wave now over 384,000 km away, the moon still flourishes us with constant gravitational pull and cycled determination. It will hold on tight from generation to generation. But as bones grow to great lengths, the pull of the earth is always increasing. We must always return to the earth. It is truly, our only real destiny.cc'dhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15388262637415712881noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-910703854865323157.post-49442861618679687192011-04-07T20:31:00.000-07:002011-04-07T20:46:41.917-07:001.6% of my life...<div><b>Stretched Thin</b></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6lt6Fe-zqrr9gvQvE4D6Q29N1VXioN7-kvgYrYjWXfc8SCHKMmpqSaOLcOKFL5CxybB0qA3lz1PZykFgT3wLGk21gU-nsvVmEPWsGdSSAO-CTPYtLevC3-FjOs9_vi7WkIHuYJmKJfwpf/s1600/lower-back-stretch-muscles.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6lt6Fe-zqrr9gvQvE4D6Q29N1VXioN7-kvgYrYjWXfc8SCHKMmpqSaOLcOKFL5CxybB0qA3lz1PZykFgT3wLGk21gU-nsvVmEPWsGdSSAO-CTPYtLevC3-FjOs9_vi7WkIHuYJmKJfwpf/s320/lower-back-stretch-muscles.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592730070029329170" style="float: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 234px; " /></a><div>As my back tightens, and my shoulders feel the brunt of the long hourly grind of pushing little woven fabrics of pulped and processed bits and pieces of information through the highway of idiocracy, I find solace in my ultimate saviour - the intra-wide web. As my fingertips roll through the preemptive strikes on the keys, as if muscle memory for every nerve of my occular beings are transmitted through the clicks of a mouse, I find myself amused. Our national pride is on display as our nation prepares for it's future ride with another Prime Minister.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><b>Circling the Wagons</b></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj14pHtv5oGhoVBTZ0p1UjF_Ki2O8lhSD-k15utiDlsBiVMnvsk94_4mk87mF8TnN9AYXFQaTANtILHTtAMhmFpLz6JG6z3K-eZAu3y4H87ABYYgkS2rRATW-7AX0036hfTkftRuOpxcrxa/s1600/circling-wagons-nov-27-2008.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj14pHtv5oGhoVBTZ0p1UjF_Ki2O8lhSD-k15utiDlsBiVMnvsk94_4mk87mF8TnN9AYXFQaTANtILHTtAMhmFpLz6JG6z3K-eZAu3y4H87ABYYgkS2rRATW-7AX0036hfTkftRuOpxcrxa/s200/circling-wagons-nov-27-2008.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592730955193183426" style="float: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 100px; " /></a></div><div>Our candidates are well known - the massed presses of the media outlet won't skip a beat - they'll pound every story whether the material is soft, hard, woven, piece-mealed, clovered or rednecked - and clearly our country is full of them. But maybe what isn't quite being covered is their respective approaches to their tactics; one using Republican-style smack down with daunting voices and nervous contempt, another almost being a complacently terrible used car saleman, almost as if his half-crooked smile is repeating: "C'moooon.... this other guy's a crook", and the three others just trying to keep their pasted smiles from slapping the first two.</div><div><br /></div><div>In any regard, the opposition has been careful not to tread too deeply into a taboo topic of tankers, trucks and sticky ol' bitumen. Alberta, and ultimately Canada, have sunk our nails deep into the breadth of the beast - Washington, DC. We've sent our finest diplomats and ministers, all to act as our people's voice for our precious product. We're selling our resource - not just to the highest bidder, but to our closest neighbour.</div><div><br /></div><div><b>Not quite Tar... Not quite Oil... Is it Chicken!!!?</b></div><div><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWM7deFslK2m5e3pLFEIv8KRocdbrrJZyXFnirg2_un21g7sjgicTU7PX_0jV5Lfzjjz0ZVH2fDbuyM0XmcnPiMmEf2hjqBzheF-PRJuT8zRT2gZu4koIDVYrOdKdKyf-K7TPtwy-Uq0Hp/s1600/61cea_wikileaks-Tar-sands.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWM7deFslK2m5e3pLFEIv8KRocdbrrJZyXFnirg2_un21g7sjgicTU7PX_0jV5Lfzjjz0ZVH2fDbuyM0XmcnPiMmEf2hjqBzheF-PRJuT8zRT2gZu4koIDVYrOdKdKyf-K7TPtwy-Uq0Hp/s320/61cea_wikileaks-Tar-sands.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592731553016728594" style="float: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 249px; " /></a></span></b></div><div>So the Oilsands, tarsands, whatever. It's actually called bitumen. Not quite tar. Not quite oil. It's bitumen, stuck in sand. The Natives used to use it to patch their boats with. You see, when cold, it acts like a water repellant, and you can almost make hockey pucks out of it (no wonder us Canadians must love it eh?!). But what it needs to pump and separate from sand is a bunch of heat. Steam to be exact (or hot water, really hot water). So to extract it, we plug in the kettles, sort of - anyways, we burn a bunch of energy - clean natural gas really - or sort of clean if you remember to count the carbon. And then to make sure it doesn't refreeze into hockey pucks, it's mixed with oil. Yes - oil is used to make other oil. Or condensate to be exact. Not quite oil. Only the lightest of oil. Olive oil, almost - well... not quite. Anyways. to sum up, a bunch of wood is chopped down and rivers are polluted - I digress; that's my summary of the oilsands, or tarsands, or bitumen, or oil user, or gas user or tree chopper or river polluter. It's kind of under the spotlight by the US as a not-so-squeaky-clean product.<br /><div><br /></div><div><b>A Choice of 1.6 Concerns</b></div><div><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; font-weight: normal; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFOUDu6Q0AF_EpL4M1RhAFI2W2Vj2yVpj32ljs4jI6nPygCWsyG60DgNzVPNOVEs9eW1hiW960PT9p67ekMpGC3ioyUhJQ8N4E0ygGZBaN-7rhbJOf0pfP9oMSjSkBwDhWSH9UFmnq1U32/s200/brochure_03.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592732125316805522" style="float: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; cursor: pointer; width: 143px; height: 200px; " /></span></b></div><div>So in order to make it a squeaky clean product and get the seal of approval to ship it across to our good ol' neighbour, what does our government do? I'll provide two options:</div><div><br /></div><div>1 - Immediately address elevated levels of pollutants in the waterways by reducing the point source; address climate change by adopting Environment Canada framework for reducing oil sands carbon footprints; develop a strategic outline of responsible resource development through planned, orchestrated production increases</div><div>or</div><div>2 - throw millions of dollars towards monitoring equipment and never really stopping the water pollution, scrap the climate change plans, cause hey; what Canadian doesn't want our winter to be a little warmer right? and finally, we'll green light every project that plans to produce bitumen, jam a pipeline down the US's throat by sending a bunch of our best oil saleman (i mean government officials) to lobby on behalf of an industry we own no part of.</div><div><br /></div><div><b>Whew....</b></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMDqQ9opw23M5jxSdn42A0_MG_QhDs1fo-VYoIuMQOg1wiQXp_NaSTDg1qOMeEDjSoUJL3ik6tK8fN50YHJC1lDVXmAmKf_5pnwqQeT_R4-kUUmyCP5-sBYigMe6_uOm9fRZKE29Vzcyoa/s1600/carbonated-water.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMDqQ9opw23M5jxSdn42A0_MG_QhDs1fo-VYoIuMQOg1wiQXp_NaSTDg1qOMeEDjSoUJL3ik6tK8fN50YHJC1lDVXmAmKf_5pnwqQeT_R4-kUUmyCP5-sBYigMe6_uOm9fRZKE29Vzcyoa/s200/carbonated-water.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592733212027327106" style="float: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; cursor: pointer; width: 176px; height: 200px; " /></a></div><div>I find myself flabbergastroided (kind of flabbergasted, but mostly feeling gastrointestinally haemorrhoided) - instead of a government that will keep our air and water fresh and clean, we have to settle for one that's willing to lobby for an industry that employs 550,000 (2006 statistic), or 1.6% of all Canadians (again 2006 statistic). When did 1.6% of us represent a majority? Our <a href="http://www.statcan.gc.ca/pub/16-201-x/2007000/10542-eng.htm">statistics</a> are telling us that climate change is real and effects all of us - should our government not be focussed on <a href="http://www.sightline.org/research/sust_toolkit/communications-strategy/climatecompared">all of us</a> instead of 1.6%? For myself, I've planted into my leftwinged attitude into a conservative stronghold, left stuck to wonder how so many blindly choose to check a name for fossilized principles - and fossilized truths... we don't own any of it, but we are definitely <a href="http://thetyee.ca/Series/2011/03/15/WarOverOilSands/">paying for it</a>. </div><div><br /></div></div>cc'dhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15388262637415712881noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-910703854865323157.post-8916184913466634012011-04-02T20:27:00.000-07:002011-04-07T20:29:51.950-07:00Bastionated Bastards<p class="MsoNormal">So here it is, a return to the ignorant, jackanape interpretations of the spin columnists, press quotationists and news-junked loyalists.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal">I’ve sat in a desk over the past years attempting to dodge my counterparts as they heave oil-slung messages of hope for the Great White North’s bastion of barrels.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>One was quoted as saying: “why don’t we trap the environmentalists with cheeseburgers from McDonald’s and fling them off a tower”, which was my favorite.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>And although I am temped by delicious cheeseburgers and would gladly consume one even in the face of danger, my interpretative nature questions how an old dinosaur could possibly be so idealistic with a pave and produce mentality that a hatred develops towards anyone who hugs a tree?<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>In any regard, the idealists have come out in force over the years, and are proud and loud of our economic stranglehold.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal">One such case; today an article published words on the intraweb indicating that our Great White North’s slew of slimy succulent synergistic soup was being hailed by the <st1:country-region st="on"><st1:place st="on">US</st1:place></st1:country-region> President as: “open for business”.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>Obama was quoted as saying the <st1:country-region st="on"><st1:place st="on">US</st1:place></st1:country-region> would slash US Oil Import by more than 30%.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>He continued by saying <st1:country-region st="on"><st1:place st="on">Canada</st1:place></st1:country-region> and a handful of other countries would keep the taps open.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>The spin columnists were able to manipulate the text and identify that can <st1:country-region st="on"><st1:place st="on">Canada</st1:place></st1:country-region> was singled out as a preferred supplier.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>But I ask, how can we be single out when there are a quote: “handful of others”.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>We aren’t singled out.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>We supply, others supply.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>We are foreign and the <st1:country-region st="on"><st1:place st="on">US</st1:place></st1:country-region> must import our oil.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>So how did a speech about reducing foreign oil imports and a speech indicating a move towards renewable energy and acceptance that oil will run out an approval to open our taps further and all is peachy-keen in the bastion of bubbly bitumen?<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>It wasn’t.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>I read the opposite.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>But maybe I’m full of cheeseburgers…</p>cc'dhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15388262637415712881noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-910703854865323157.post-89562775622291186962009-07-28T10:04:00.000-07:002011-04-15T21:44:43.123-07:00Lowering the Bar<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjeCQCIT03eFSRmYWAekwMoHjWCRvEhOpbLeSWX-JfFQ-iYCivyNXt0z_POVP0yRdDPHFJCZSlWWJBeAnjLhMGXwIsP3O4gaTLjK51RmqEQDQaB8tFaSnk9mcV0npK4z-VxJOphUaXgAcDk/s1600-h/300px-Limboelmo.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"></a><div>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 <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">alot</span> 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 <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">fly's</span> dreams. What's even more amazing- any materials or items that shouldn't be there (like that <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">hotdog</span> I once ate at 3:00 am from the 7-11) are quickly rejected as a foreign material, and regurgitated as filth.</div><div><br /></div><div>Filth to the stomach is never a pleasant thing. </div><div><br /></div><div><b>Crumbling <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">Cookied</span> Monsters</b></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGMq4uDAG8Se86W9OSlgozN0UdFUhCGszcYxMWpECCvkr5-6dwmLLjxVXK58Gk7G8cD2IwR8o8HAeNZGtwbZHSSgTc8Ep4uZhWTdNeTgKESq9oH0XMmUbgfPn7TrWr_fp9gzibxwpDnRk-/s1600-h/long3.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGMq4uDAG8Se86W9OSlgozN0UdFUhCGszcYxMWpECCvkr5-6dwmLLjxVXK58Gk7G8cD2IwR8o8HAeNZGtwbZHSSgTc8Ep4uZhWTdNeTgKESq9oH0XMmUbgfPn7TrWr_fp9gzibxwpDnRk-/s200/long3.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363563822080476706" style="float: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 84px; " /></a><div>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 <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">perogy</span> 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. </div><div><br /></div><div>Food starts its long journey well before we unwrap the preserved goodness from the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">Twinky</span>, to be a little <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">grandeurous</span> 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 <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">indiscriminatory</span> use. Now the question of what came first: the seed or the leaf brings on nightmares of <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">creationistic</span> 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 <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">epicotyls</span>, for the lack of a better term) mimicking the steps of its single-celled brethren colluding in the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10">petri</span>-dish. But unlike its single cell cousin, who simply splits into two by the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11">pre</span>-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 <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12">magistry</span> - forming the bonds of <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13">renewability</span> 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 <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14">chlorophylled</span> antennae.</div><div><br /></div><div> </div><div>So after all the steps and pieces and membranes and <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15">xylems</span> 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 <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16">idealogies</span> hide a worse stench the rotting <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17">brussel</span> sprout in the bottom of the refrigerator door. </div><div><br /></div><div><b>Oscar Meyers Grouches</b></div><div><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjiuIiSPbjTrjQOJlrm4cD-ZUyB5efJUHADqdtla-0a13GlRmLZ26rJYlJb9v4jLR8KmH5bV5l9oZzbvABxUf8Vz0ZcVMca1eqsS76s7IHhF1VkHJG06CICHcCDpaUK7px_F0DtjS_xT1-6/s1600-h/610px-Schematic_of_lymph_node_showing_lymph_sinuses-ru.svg.png" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjiuIiSPbjTrjQOJlrm4cD-ZUyB5efJUHADqdtla-0a13GlRmLZ26rJYlJb9v4jLR8KmH5bV5l9oZzbvABxUf8Vz0ZcVMca1eqsS76s7IHhF1VkHJG06CICHcCDpaUK7px_F0DtjS_xT1-6/s200/610px-Schematic_of_lymph_node_showing_lymph_sinuses-ru.svg.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363565021269377842" style="float: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 164px; " /></a></span></b></div><div>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.</div><div><br /></div><div>At this point, the Earth must have felt a coercive <i>'oomph'</i> to its lymph nodes as its immune system felt a sudden shock of panic. Penetrating probes were waving shocks of <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18">nuisant</span> 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. </div><div><br /></div><div>Rock oil production, or 'Petr-<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19">Oleum</span>', 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 <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20">porkly</span> 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. </div><div><br /></div><div>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 <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21">diglycerided</span> preserved goodness of the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22">Twinky</span> was transportation. </div><div><br /></div><div><b>Two Headed Monsters</b></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEge2reZhB42ZkA-QxFjnCiAVVhh87PE1Ps5gMXvNTuzhbAczbzfHdwoQal2ZlR83N5CjOKI8AD8CXCxVihRzOCkyn7pVPkqdscdh0nhRDuDea6ObOGPwlUS9Polg9Nzmvhx31-Jtt2xalOj/s200/Snake-oil.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363565024995915506" style="float: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; cursor: pointer; width: 111px; height: 200px; " /></span><div>Unlike the network of transportation, which boomed with every oil well that spiked production, the network of food has <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23">de</span>-evolved from its once diversified portfolio. It was common to find farms and countryside bungalows full of fresh-picked <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24">delectables</span> - 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 <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25">pre</span>-package processed meal ready for the trip through the tracks of <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26">intestinally</span> 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 <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27">overfertilization</span> and overuse. </div><div><br /></div><div>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 <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28">WASD</span>, or weight averaged source distance, and in areas of the North American continent, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29">WASD</span> has grown to average over 2400 km of travel for a piece of produce to get to the grocery shelves.</div><div><br /></div><div>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. </div><div><br /></div><div><b><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30">Snuffleupaging</span> Shot</b></div><div><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3VJSzbf6TrsqoXetfE4svmHiOewie7tev4u3Q4SAdZCIj_w8MYyTpCWpgZygXWAtLWrWsUYugcR69zKgz7MtDxEQ9hn6AALB-aUMgvFsOszdQtui6xfp55nmFnVw3Qkv0B9RR8HwOCwKO/s1600-h/Cluster_network_model.png" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3VJSzbf6TrsqoXetfE4svmHiOewie7tev4u3Q4SAdZCIj_w8MYyTpCWpgZygXWAtLWrWsUYugcR69zKgz7MtDxEQ9hn6AALB-aUMgvFsOszdQtui6xfp55nmFnVw3Qkv0B9RR8HwOCwKO/s200/Cluster_network_model.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363566397163632914" style="float: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 112px; " /></a></span></b></div><div>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... </div><div><br /></div><div>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...</div><div><br /></div><div><b>Count Von Counting Carbon</b></div><div><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCpahHnV66FWWJYCBLk_NGAkuAQVnXtoVEdzqCQzEBAmzKQ0unwdDcdfa00T65e0hdJy0SqjTXwQqr49wtHcxryQ_uUC_FsHyD52nazJa3xi7_UDtvadvPrbfySeS7ZFzM3Vls4mXs8M8N/s1600-h/557px-Eight_Allotropes_of_Carbon.png" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCpahHnV66FWWJYCBLk_NGAkuAQVnXtoVEdzqCQzEBAmzKQ0unwdDcdfa00T65e0hdJy0SqjTXwQqr49wtHcxryQ_uUC_FsHyD52nazJa3xi7_UDtvadvPrbfySeS7ZFzM3Vls4mXs8M8N/s200/557px-Eight_Allotropes_of_Carbon.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363566919491484882" style="float: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; cursor: pointer; width: 186px; height: 200px; " /></a></span></b></div><div>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 <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31">relateable</span> 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 <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32">remediate</span> 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-<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33">gooders</span> or otherwise. </div><div><br /></div><div>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: <i>"Energy costs to triple with carbon capture". </i>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: <i>"What is the stock market?"</i>, 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 <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34">tocking</span> 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 <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_35">quo</span>...</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; ">"... chasing the clouds away"</span></div><div><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjib9gvHww_LHv78zQBMAqRa7A58rceavobi3maA5bHXhhtksaUCDrMa6O0G7JxZMeKn0ewHH7B4vtEbVgyTu0rCUYd67k3xym4L2HOv6nN9aIHaoaFg4YWQyquemqdMhqMkpHqtEHoecDx/s200/Sonnenfleck.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363567516247898018" style="float: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; cursor: pointer; width: 193px; height: 144px; " /></span></b></div><div>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.</div><div><br /></div><div>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 <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_36">GW</span>, it would cost between $7,000,000,000-$12,000,000,000. </div><div><br /></div><div>The U.S., in 2005, utilized approximately 435 <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_37">GW</span> 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. </div><div><br /></div><div>For $700 billion, between 58-100 <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_38">GW</span> 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 <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_39">GW</span> (28%-48%). For $4 trillion, between 333-571 <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_40">GW</span> (77%-131%).</div><div><br /></div><div><b>Re-Casting the Street</b></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuC8O0ySCOVd_ABWqzIo_FCwvUQ3fE5t4rH2a5tOc-EUcyBSvSG4RAP8K5OR7z9BgPLS2cFrBUMKEQbBdnZYJ23bREavwcLY926r7uPsfIczsSRgwK-014kverlVuTc-Rx0dbBxiOgK7Iv/s200/world_solar_radiation.gif" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363568741953634130" style="float: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 172px; " /></span></div><div>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 <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_41">everyday</span> life. I suppose the politics and government didn't really have any numbers - it seemed all <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_42">fictitiously</span> instead of <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_43">sciency</span>. 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. </div><div><br /></div><div>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.</div><div><br /></div><div><b>Sesamic Limbo</b></div><div><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjeCQCIT03eFSRmYWAekwMoHjWCRvEhOpbLeSWX-JfFQ-iYCivyNXt0z_POVP0yRdDPHFJCZSlWWJBeAnjLhMGXwIsP3O4gaTLjK51RmqEQDQaB8tFaSnk9mcV0npK4z-VxJOphUaXgAcDk/s200/300px-Limboelmo.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363569509974559074" style="float: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px; " /></span></b></div><div>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...</div><div><div> </div></div>cc'dhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15388262637415712881noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-910703854865323157.post-28839934616929391192009-07-10T14:30:00.000-07:002009-07-10T15:44:13.352-07:00When the Well Runs DryStatistics Canada released their <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">unemployment</span> poll results today - on cue and within the call of exasperated whimpering, the results paint a picture of <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">rosey</span> recovery. Lately, the poll results have percolated waves of <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">uncontrollable</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">anticipation</span> in my fragmented bones - each month eagerly <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">anticipating</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">expectations</span> of analytical, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">statiscally</span> woven <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">masterpieces</span>... this month did not <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">dissappoint</span>...<div><div><div><br /></div><div><b><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">Spudded</span> Roots</b></div><div><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixQkjsI0y5M0UKKFGQvg3hzZo9hiyQzYY_q9YqlOxS_L_J0uoAUiuB8oVjpGb6-UrEGZ5PyUWxwYONXFvu9ZaynLrobEnhNzAcGeG5PMu8NwJRsDtAZGIbJdXAQc9766yvoQA-GpGafNru/s1600-h/800px-Olaus_Magnus_-_On_Boats_that_are_put_Together_with_Sinews_and_Tree_Roots.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixQkjsI0y5M0UKKFGQvg3hzZo9hiyQzYY_q9YqlOxS_L_J0uoAUiuB8oVjpGb6-UrEGZ5PyUWxwYONXFvu9ZaynLrobEnhNzAcGeG5PMu8NwJRsDtAZGIbJdXAQc9766yvoQA-GpGafNru/s200/800px-Olaus_Magnus_-_On_Boats_that_are_put_Together_with_Sinews_and_Tree_Roots.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356961959823560098" style="float: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 92px; " /></a></span></b></div><div>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 <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10">patriotized</span> by the British and French, and finally <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11">globallized</span> with our hockey haircuts, lumber and <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12">hydrogenated</span> 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. </div><div><br /></div><div><b>Exporting Pipelines</b></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4-M7GdCMrM9EAImZz-6Y7WFl1QErW_N4nYD_MWdJpiCj_8XGSYTDj8tsJKPan5rdA83E8lCSI55odAmc3iHMEDqKkkHvfs8m9VoPwlU19Cukh0uawmb-sokdxhdXiJ9MVSYZ7J-lw4WXn/s1600-h/435px-Embossed_pipes.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4-M7GdCMrM9EAImZz-6Y7WFl1QErW_N4nYD_MWdJpiCj_8XGSYTDj8tsJKPan5rdA83E8lCSI55odAmc3iHMEDqKkkHvfs8m9VoPwlU19Cukh0uawmb-sokdxhdXiJ9MVSYZ7J-lw4WXn/s200/435px-Embossed_pipes.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356961971072582322" style="float: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; cursor: pointer; width: 145px; height: 200px; " /></a><div>I was in <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13">Pennsylvania</span> 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 <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14">broadcasted</span> 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 <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15">industrialists</span> coined. In any regard, the moments not spent in meeting rooms were typically consumed driving <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16">countrysides</span> which hid peppered <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17">settlings</span> from the Amish. What was most noticeable in the quiet moments of <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18">contemplative</span> 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... </div><div><br /></div><div>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 <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19">ravishly</span> 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 <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20">publishings</span> and economic magazines - very few verified this madman's claims - an economic crash was as close as <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21">assininity</span> 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. </div><div><br /></div><div><b>Percolating</b></div><div><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUi8Xzm65b7uTlooZZMPSs9lZ9N06SldpFEjb094nX2GDYxAmo3qGcJ61gXU4Xh05JLzFn24K85fNIrZ3TFyGWE9fNAHhHYTTQQt-sXxPF65GH1IwKyCD57Yu4HR_eGWPL9_Q1WjGVRZbJ/s200/800px-Front_de_percolation.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356961978409397330" style="float: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 142px; " /></span></b></div><div>As the time ticked by and pages upon pages were reviewed and examined with <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22">explanations</span> on how we got here, the promises of relief and returned revenue spread across newsprint, or <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23">webpages</span> 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 <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24">speculatory</span> 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 <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25">relationship</span> with consumer confidence be rekindled?</div><div><br /></div><div><b>Completions</b></div><div><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbIucl6IxaszPFyuNfsQiMirhLdWhvz_66oWpkFrudiWqP0QUxhUSd4iDOmVQf9KSOuMMIdWw_DBWK0l22ELfygfbg6XzHxfal9Lsj7CjOCZGbcX1ynOpCxeVn6xzGt9DeeDKBFd2WwR3O/s1600-h/600px-Complete_graph_K3.svg.png"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbIucl6IxaszPFyuNfsQiMirhLdWhvz_66oWpkFrudiWqP0QUxhUSd4iDOmVQf9KSOuMMIdWw_DBWK0l22ELfygfbg6XzHxfal9Lsj7CjOCZGbcX1ynOpCxeVn6xzGt9DeeDKBFd2WwR3O/s200/600px-Complete_graph_K3.svg.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356961992140550770" style="float: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px; " /></a></span></b></div><div>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 <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26">lazynesses</span> have led to observatory <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27">embellishments</span>. </div><div><br /></div><div>For starters, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28">unemployment</span> continues to be the key figure in restoring a healthy economy - but at the present moment, we are stalled in the effort to lower <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29">unemployment</span>. The statistics released today have been proclaimed as 'the relief we needed' - as if the published letters were acting as the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30">Advils</span> 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 <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31">everclosing</span> 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 <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32">normalistic</span> household family. Yet many pieces of the puzzle have yet to be revealed - <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33">unemployment</span> 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... </div><div><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><br /></span></b></div><div>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 <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34">contradictory</span> 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 <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_35">connoisseurs</span> of synthetic crude oil that our leader sent to the south - and in <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_36">committing</span> 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. </div><div><br /></div><div>Another noted inquiry of <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_37">observational</span> madness I've made, is that the housing bubble we once created has been held firmly in place with branches of structure from the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_38">CMHC</span>. 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 </div><div>additional 25% regression required to match the normalized 5% <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_39">trendlined</span> increase of a 'regular growth' product such as real estate experiences. In my layman perspective - <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_40">alot</span> of money will be lost in fictitious equity as things slow down to the pace that growth should have occurred - we hit a <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_41">pre</span>-<span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_42">pubescent</span> growth spurt, and the true north strong and free is become feebly weaker and fainter in our chants. </div><div><br /></div><div>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 <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_43">tsunamic</span> force that led to economic collapse and high <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_44">unemployment</span>. 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 <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_45">precipitously</span> balancing on another hit to it's <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_46">homefront</span> - a population of bad debt cratered from <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_47">unemployment</span>... 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 <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_48">unemployment</span> will surge through the ranks of consumerism bringing increased tension, <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_49">retrospected</span> perspective and the review of how things unfolded...</div><div><br /></div><div><b>Abandonment</b></div><div><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgd51RdoQCwVisbo1ye_pA_hTaCWzBIqZMG-KLSADmKUvUDKhNN2ATTMReojkZa77LDLxTDvNc0PwQzK7cfMg8YNzbGzOnbPAiJnXV1d14M5G25HYf-0IaK3VvUFPDndpTx3ujPZGnM3CFj/s1600-h/731px-Gustave_Dor%C3%A9_-_Dante_Alighieri_-_Inferno_-_Plate_8_(Canto_III_-_Abandon_all_hope_ye_who_enter_here).jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgd51RdoQCwVisbo1ye_pA_hTaCWzBIqZMG-KLSADmKUvUDKhNN2ATTMReojkZa77LDLxTDvNc0PwQzK7cfMg8YNzbGzOnbPAiJnXV1d14M5G25HYf-0IaK3VvUFPDndpTx3ujPZGnM3CFj/s200/731px-Gustave_Dor%C3%A9_-_Dante_Alighieri_-_Inferno_-_Plate_8_(Canto_III_-_Abandon_all_hope_ye_who_enter_here).jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356961997408137266" style="float: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 164px; " /></a></span></b></div><div>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 <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_50">acknowledgment</span> 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 <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_51">gravitational</span> forces - forces unseen yet potentially <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_52">catastrophic</span>... </div><div><br /></div><div><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_53">Transparency</span> is truly something that can never be seen...</div></div></div>cc'dhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15388262637415712881noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-910703854865323157.post-76444331676201555972009-06-25T10:36:00.000-07:002009-06-25T16:03:26.931-07:00Wireless Wavelengths<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjr3DjVs094sQHRso-rMs7f8B-6w84X5LuM_feOXCeJMX3prUcpmDWgYBgIyRxJB1hoOTdTtOTw_Y7XPTD4JGX_PxdE0EE0erog6i1LDS6LfDVWvkM9hB-Sfvyvnz72itPvk3ulBTcyP6Dd/s1600-h/450px-La_jeune_fille_aux_cheveux_verts.jpg"></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:'@Arial Unicode MS';"><div style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 3px; padding-right: 3px; padding-bottom: 3px; padding-left: 3px; width: auto; font: normal normal normal 100%/normal Georgia, serif; text-align: left; "><b>Injecting Synapses</b></div><div style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 3px; padding-right: 3px; padding-bottom: 3px; padding-left: 3px; width: auto; font: normal normal normal 100%/normal Georgia, serif; text-align: left; "><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4HRl7QAgScPwjFnEC8C4hCm52vAT6224a10rBx4qJJ8vxWe_kfxyYcgN1l7Q8M6dt9R_EOc1tWg03wztxLMxa-E6rhG_seVRvQFeDVur2Rn9HgoqPMvCorSydtGTiIfIesKMgndXXsEPr/s1600-h/Tacuin_Chataigne05.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4HRl7QAgScPwjFnEC8C4hCm52vAT6224a10rBx4qJJ8vxWe_kfxyYcgN1l7Q8M6dt9R_EOc1tWg03wztxLMxa-E6rhG_seVRvQFeDVur2Rn9HgoqPMvCorSydtGTiIfIesKMgndXXsEPr/s200/Tacuin_Chataigne05.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351321511109321826" style="float: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; cursor: pointer; width: 184px; height: 200px; " /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'@Arial Unicode MS';"></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'@Arial Unicode MS';"></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'@Arial Unicode MS';"></span></div><div style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 3px; padding-right: 3px; padding-bottom: 3px; padding-left: 3px; width: auto; font: normal normal normal 100%/normal Georgia, serif; text-align: left; ">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...</div><div style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 3px; padding-right: 3px; padding-bottom: 3px; padding-left: 3px; width: auto; font: normal normal normal 100%/normal Georgia, serif; text-align: left; ">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...</div><div style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 3px; padding-right: 3px; padding-bottom: 3px; padding-left: 3px; width: auto; font: normal normal normal 100%/normal Georgia, serif; text-align: left; ">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?</div><div style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 3px; padding-right: 3px; padding-bottom: 3px; padding-left: 3px; width: auto; font: normal normal normal 100%/normal Georgia, serif; text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family:-webkit-monospace;"><b>Ανθρώπινη ενέργεια Δοκοί</b></span></div><div style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 3px; padding-right: 3px; padding-bottom: 3px; padding-left: 3px; width: auto; font: normal normal normal 100%/normal Georgia, serif; text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:-webkit-monospace;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" font-weight: normal; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 0px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 0px; color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; font-family:Georgia;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTuni8upaHsezoooOkzIKay_1_1ri2EGlNs0WslorzeDqTc_GHlJxYCpZlJoHM90mTbvL5m_CB5UhYLyu4AjERrikF1adh5z4xPvhAP7lPclU9L6eWzINeSqYuONgb945fVXj-6YB4Gicu/s200/156px-Merkaba_field.svg.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351322752388518450" style="float: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; cursor: pointer; width: 156px; height: 174px; " /></span></b></span></span></div><div style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 3px; padding-right: 3px; padding-bottom: 3px; padding-left: 3px; width: auto; font: normal normal normal 100%/normal Georgia, serif; text-align: left; ">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.</div><div style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 3px; padding-right: 3px; padding-bottom: 3px; padding-left: 3px; width: auto; font: normal normal normal 100%/normal Georgia, serif; text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; ">Verts</span></div><div style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 3px; padding-right: 3px; padding-bottom: 3px; padding-left: 3px; width: auto; font: normal normal normal 100%/normal Georgia, serif; text-align: left; "><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjr3DjVs094sQHRso-rMs7f8B-6w84X5LuM_feOXCeJMX3prUcpmDWgYBgIyRxJB1hoOTdTtOTw_Y7XPTD4JGX_PxdE0EE0erog6i1LDS6LfDVWvkM9hB-Sfvyvnz72itPvk3ulBTcyP6Dd/s1600-h/450px-La_jeune_fille_aux_cheveux_verts.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjr3DjVs094sQHRso-rMs7f8B-6w84X5LuM_feOXCeJMX3prUcpmDWgYBgIyRxJB1hoOTdTtOTw_Y7XPTD4JGX_PxdE0EE0erog6i1LDS6LfDVWvkM9hB-Sfvyvnz72itPvk3ulBTcyP6Dd/s200/450px-La_jeune_fille_aux_cheveux_verts.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351325230192932914" style="float: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px; " /></a></span></b></div><div style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 3px; padding-right: 3px; padding-bottom: 3px; padding-left: 3px; width: auto; font: normal normal normal 100%/normal Georgia, serif; text-align: left; ">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...</div><div style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 3px; padding-right: 3px; padding-bottom: 3px; padding-left: 3px; width: auto; font: normal normal normal 100%/normal Georgia, serif; text-align: left; "><b>Syncing Subsonic Sequence</b></div><div style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 3px; padding-right: 3px; padding-bottom: 3px; padding-left: 3px; width: auto; font: normal normal normal 100%/normal Georgia, serif; text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjaCZQi1IWhD6njoJ3lsfJlbrmbKMFuW1LR885oYzO6F261MjiN95As3HxANi1d8NASnkNFirIbrMGaT1r2Uv-0Cy9MPvDNnVPql0AaJggGeDbLBPld-oHfxJM6NG0L_4gXRzTYIL7u2fik/s200/brain-activity.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351321518868985442" style="float: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; cursor: pointer; width: 134px; height: 200px; " /></span></div><div style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 3px; padding-right: 3px; padding-bottom: 3px; padding-left: 3px; width: auto; font: normal normal normal 100%/normal Georgia, serif; text-align: left; ">The <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Monroe_institute">Monroe Institute</a> 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.</div><div style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 3px; padding-right: 3px; padding-bottom: 3px; padding-left: 3px; width: auto; font: normal normal normal 100%/normal Georgia, serif; text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:'@Arial Unicode MS';"><div style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 3px; padding-right: 3px; padding-bottom: 3px; padding-left: 3px; width: auto; font: normal normal normal 100%/normal Georgia, serif; text-align: left; "><b>Gold and Rainbows</b></div><div style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 3px; padding-right: 3px; padding-bottom: 3px; padding-left: 3px; width: auto; font: normal normal normal 100%/normal Georgia, serif; text-align: left; "><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiS0Cap5_ArjdtMr4RAlkGZe6Ijr4SHC8GB7Y0eFMk3uqNMQZgZr0q_tmnBaZhJ6ZACDd8u5UnlEHaw-uFwHw0BwSza2vW6oFBzeN9PQHDfrfgCO4ITgndFwh0SGE68bMrmfky46BgXt-oD/s1600-h/800px-Wire_Array_B-field_Strength.png"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiS0Cap5_ArjdtMr4RAlkGZe6Ijr4SHC8GB7Y0eFMk3uqNMQZgZr0q_tmnBaZhJ6ZACDd8u5UnlEHaw-uFwHw0BwSza2vW6oFBzeN9PQHDfrfgCO4ITgndFwh0SGE68bMrmfky46BgXt-oD/s200/800px-Wire_Array_B-field_Strength.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351324220282069970" style="float: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 133px; " /></a></div><div style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 3px; padding-right: 3px; padding-bottom: 3px; padding-left: 3px; width: auto; font: normal normal normal 100%/normal Georgia, serif; text-align: left; ">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.</div><div style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 3px; padding-right: 3px; padding-bottom: 3px; padding-left: 3px; width: auto; font: normal normal normal 100%/normal Georgia, serif; text-align: left; ">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...</div></span></div><div style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 3px; padding-right: 3px; padding-bottom: 3px; padding-left: 3px; width: auto; font: normal normal normal 100%/normal Georgia, serif; text-align: left; "><b>ISO 9001</b></div><div style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 3px; padding-right: 3px; padding-bottom: 3px; padding-left: 3px; width: auto; font: normal normal normal 100%/normal Georgia, serif; text-align: left; "><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFVyVdabh8PAgmVKQmgAPBWpqB9L40pI8lxvA-BtpEroAae3e92-UM2rjFhnmcWf_COAHUDWIkPMDL0E5VZAGJFoHxoODAkWlDez6dcQbRcQXZitg_1TO2i-AEsTy2JNHtZoxqdl_nwDmN/s1600-h/Tacuin_Fruit_Mandragore20.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFVyVdabh8PAgmVKQmgAPBWpqB9L40pI8lxvA-BtpEroAae3e92-UM2rjFhnmcWf_COAHUDWIkPMDL0E5VZAGJFoHxoODAkWlDez6dcQbRcQXZitg_1TO2i-AEsTy2JNHtZoxqdl_nwDmN/s200/Tacuin_Fruit_Mandragore20.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351321512466620018" style="float: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; cursor: pointer; width: 176px; height: 200px; " /></a></span></b></div><div style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 3px; padding-right: 3px; padding-bottom: 3px; padding-left: 3px; width: auto; font: normal normal normal 100%/normal Georgia, serif; text-align: left; ">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...</div></span>cc'dhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15388262637415712881noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-910703854865323157.post-77226987814618012912009-06-17T09:47:00.000-07:002009-06-17T10:52:14.261-07:00Mirroring Messaging<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhapSm2R8WOJzk2djOp4gq64-igjSSFEmLS4vP11A5Dp2Mpt5LD9F8qngBbDSdIrBdYIFBk-WUShs_a9sM0qp9GGnthyphenhyphenRqRRImiqfuuhlTSXov3IJxDslh2nxQWycaLgm0k0JAh9sofdfJH/s1600-h/William_Orpen_The_Mirror.jpg"></a>I'm living in a city of idiots. Numskulls, cretins and degenerates... <div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; ">Trickled Pricks</span></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRukuAJRgAulMNUnayTQ9HsTont7ZwTFzNLGfrBKkJSUYA11FJnSD0Rv0p-lOu28Kbu-_qgTE8KMiBwayPR3dcXrsVzwr5yvj8QvTsh0ykTTMkX9_In2Htb_j0V_8hPvW3te1AVYkh_nxx/s1600-h/717px-Air_conditioning_unit-en.svg.png"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRukuAJRgAulMNUnayTQ9HsTont7ZwTFzNLGfrBKkJSUYA11FJnSD0Rv0p-lOu28Kbu-_qgTE8KMiBwayPR3dcXrsVzwr5yvj8QvTsh0ykTTMkX9_In2Htb_j0V_8hPvW3te1AVYkh_nxx/s200/717px-Air_conditioning_unit-en.svg.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348348013672879970" style="float: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 167px; " /></a></div><div>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. </div><div><br /></div><div><b>Connotated Cratering</b></div><div><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitFFOLWBrVKwfdeJWGN7ADeJHSCRP2MKrx7pIIDVB732nfr2R84J6eD8SOmm4uiHFhdX1zSbP8hqU9UilT__dxhAyXO_wHJsuulBSiols1SVIoUJdFDKM_0Kpp2YBULAxVsHKufqGoF0oT/s200/800px-Sig07-006.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348348015972997906" style="float: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 111px; " /></span></b></div><div>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. </div><div><br /></div><div><b>Petroleated Pathways</b></div><div><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-53GfqYVspsnUDktQqaybpXlKpu7Lu_jC70w7z4S56F_7HKvnvMKIUD7p2I7IumqGsOjX7ONX5hEsDLc5kyHs8rCyXbkt3kzL_yxLEMRoeTVp_a-R_5Zmc0DVyGHDdhErJqXgfjhvPaBD/s200/NVA2~8~8~12674~113215.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348351124265107202" style="float: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 132px; " /></span></b></div><div>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. </div><div><br /></div><div>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. </div><div><br /></div><div>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. </div><div><br /></div><div>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.... </div><div><br /></div><div><b>Message Mirrored</b></div><div><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhapSm2R8WOJzk2djOp4gq64-igjSSFEmLS4vP11A5Dp2Mpt5LD9F8qngBbDSdIrBdYIFBk-WUShs_a9sM0qp9GGnthyphenhyphenRqRRImiqfuuhlTSXov3IJxDslh2nxQWycaLgm0k0JAh9sofdfJH/s200/William_Orpen_The_Mirror.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348351974175706866" style="float: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; cursor: pointer; width: 144px; height: 200px; " /></span></b></div><div>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...</div>cc'dhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15388262637415712881noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-910703854865323157.post-14545061846265596642009-06-05T09:29:00.000-07:002009-06-07T23:01:28.584-07:00Propagating Propaganda<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhg3XKUVJCl2Tbv2LCuwMrB3gRy7vqBcbURdtx3NOar5MB71jXWTFsPS0RTOjObZ7UxntX6K9x8bP3xau01N8Ul-V6xUaf0OKqzLOKWBI6WMr9Eczt89hU5qNT5xgb7-oRh6dJWS0h0sMDO/s1600-h/Black_hole_lensing_web.gif"></a>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. <div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">Nursery Rhymes</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); font-weight: normal; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIWt8Ehp5qzS7R-dB3eU-OiJ3aIIJ-zc3CDJOzNZS33AjH5N-nVt2wnBbZJn5sB6nxg-r1wbI4anusGS30wfNRnovMiN1MvMNkvtlkOwgNFvTORfL4YIoyNUVYRIVsj5YTbrVXZGiELNao/s200/Goosy_Goosy_Gander_03.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343886845003860754" style="float: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 119px; " /></span></span></div><div>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. </div><div><br /></div><div>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... <br /></div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">Sublime</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); font-weight: normal; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBrpgP3dI-o6E6rX9OsGdJNZXjPOl1xcgJsxBiJsoSaPeIaERycgrejeMtaCekLOuqxS91oC22j7xZoPDx9MqfOQx3vfzLrCXa_oonDuJpOKTkuDASIczpB0ux0WwRJPH4jaz3XufDZYjl/s200/Air-free_sublimation.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343886853318548146" style="float: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 119px; " /></span></span></div><div>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... </div><div><br /></div><div>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...</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">Tensile Intentions</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhL_0vFocEN7puIPFBIyg0cHg1MYdRLECpivIiElqqQMwlDg90Qkdu3dJmWzyvh7_K8fa1lyzS2tHsvqs8YqthplIiPu9r1Ra1B9241ugZa7yUnaES3dz7yIuuRDgNEK2hdEIyNp4sCjdxZ/s1600-h/Water_droplet_in_oil_on_brass_surface.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhL_0vFocEN7puIPFBIyg0cHg1MYdRLECpivIiElqqQMwlDg90Qkdu3dJmWzyvh7_K8fa1lyzS2tHsvqs8YqthplIiPu9r1Ra1B9241ugZa7yUnaES3dz7yIuuRDgNEK2hdEIyNp4sCjdxZ/s200/Water_droplet_in_oil_on_brass_surface.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343886848258336018" style="float: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px; " /></a></span></span></div><div>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... </div><div><br /></div><div>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...</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">Expanding Viewpoints</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhg3XKUVJCl2Tbv2LCuwMrB3gRy7vqBcbURdtx3NOar5MB71jXWTFsPS0RTOjObZ7UxntX6K9x8bP3xau01N8Ul-V6xUaf0OKqzLOKWBI6WMr9Eczt89hU5qNT5xgb7-oRh6dJWS0h0sMDO/s1600-h/Black_hole_lensing_web.gif"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhg3XKUVJCl2Tbv2LCuwMrB3gRy7vqBcbURdtx3NOar5MB71jXWTFsPS0RTOjObZ7UxntX6K9x8bP3xau01N8Ul-V6xUaf0OKqzLOKWBI6WMr9Eczt89hU5qNT5xgb7-oRh6dJWS0h0sMDO/s200/Black_hole_lensing_web.gif" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343886851633096866" style="float: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 160px; " /></a></span></span></div><div>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. </div><div><br /></div><div>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. <br /></div>cc'dhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15388262637415712881noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-910703854865323157.post-75715615149738005722009-05-15T10:15:00.000-07:002009-05-15T11:02:13.553-07:00Sacred Geometry<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJieBLUUn9q5XvOR0qy6Lx697mRDUMUsBeLNR5YoggyvOuMwgw3Uk-3_WyYg46mWqisptt7j9_9yTO6kmt3tJ94t9wiXi5aX-v7dHpTUGCsCGpmzYAgE4XPJ6RVfN-vg5XZr5wOaqYzdGp/s1600-h/600px-Rosace_cathedrale_strasbourg.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJieBLUUn9q5XvOR0qy6Lx697mRDUMUsBeLNR5YoggyvOuMwgw3Uk-3_WyYg46mWqisptt7j9_9yTO6kmt3tJ94t9wiXi5aX-v7dHpTUGCsCGpmzYAgE4XPJ6RVfN-vg5XZr5wOaqYzdGp/s200/600px-Rosace_cathedrale_strasbourg.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336106867280687698" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhURj3mlMOFabDmzRpjNNvk-ZO5kq7Ehdll0faNIJNXLl2vpJpgeGPDB5JCE5UByQfhPt70vhED5xK6O6iCoo7xt2rOZI5YAUZbGMYBDHrnyxMbaPWknZtDgY7hnNVU1i5uUF4YfJSKdUyi/s1600-h/DaVinci-FOL1.jpg"></a>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. <div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">Flowers of Life</span></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhURj3mlMOFabDmzRpjNNvk-ZO5kq7Ehdll0faNIJNXLl2vpJpgeGPDB5JCE5UByQfhPt70vhED5xK6O6iCoo7xt2rOZI5YAUZbGMYBDHrnyxMbaPWknZtDgY7hnNVU1i5uUF4YfJSKdUyi/s1600-h/DaVinci-FOL1.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhURj3mlMOFabDmzRpjNNvk-ZO5kq7Ehdll0faNIJNXLl2vpJpgeGPDB5JCE5UByQfhPt70vhED5xK6O6iCoo7xt2rOZI5YAUZbGMYBDHrnyxMbaPWknZtDgY7hnNVU1i5uUF4YfJSKdUyi/s200/DaVinci-FOL1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336106020429924162" style="float: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; cursor: pointer; width: 141px; height: 200px; " /></a><div>The Mona Lisa is depicted as a great masterpiece displaying a portrait of a perplexing woman. It is explained that <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">"we are attracted to this mysterious woman but have to stay at a distance as if she were a divine creature"</span>, 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. </div><div><br /></div><div>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. </div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">DS9'ed</span></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6R6sIBPC_qwWRTlbsHlY1eZnFN11TPTvDZKdLmSrKF_bphF5OUFe6R8OGjG5GtLrKPtJSnTEud99UNgUSQPCeBpTXZGfkGN5ZrMDpovqOZMJFijcagiui11YKCdZQSCWZU7tjEt_z5a50/s1600-h/767px-M101_hires_STScI-PRC2006-10a.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6R6sIBPC_qwWRTlbsHlY1eZnFN11TPTvDZKdLmSrKF_bphF5OUFe6R8OGjG5GtLrKPtJSnTEud99UNgUSQPCeBpTXZGfkGN5ZrMDpovqOZMJFijcagiui11YKCdZQSCWZU7tjEt_z5a50/s200/767px-M101_hires_STScI-PRC2006-10a.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336106017396349602" style="float: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 156px; " /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi70c4_bF2J3Ovz7GPaggNZmpXLoiw_LE0VR7QnRfbwx-CQ0oMrABRJ82014lrCaWREhkXtcFKmG4RvonoJ8gx3LH_jLUNXnhqFr7nrCakxHz_X2QDfU69Xm3F3gUWuYgfcf_edxBSPbTlg/s1600-h/Polished_slice_of_petrified_wood.jpg"></a><div>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. </div><div><br /></div><div>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 (<a href="http://nasaimages.org/">nasaimages.org</a>) 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.</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">Polished Slice of Petrified Wood -</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 18px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family:'-webkit-sans-serif';"><a href="http://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/User:Michael_G%C3%A4bler" title="User:Michael Gäbler" style="color: rgb(0, 43, 184); background-image: none; background-repeat: initial; background-attachment: initial; -webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-color: initial; text-decoration: underline; background-position: initial initial; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Michael Gäbler</span></span></a></span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi70c4_bF2J3Ovz7GPaggNZmpXLoiw_LE0VR7QnRfbwx-CQ0oMrABRJ82014lrCaWREhkXtcFKmG4RvonoJ8gx3LH_jLUNXnhqFr7nrCakxHz_X2QDfU69Xm3F3gUWuYgfcf_edxBSPbTlg/s200/Polished_slice_of_petrified_wood.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336100326795770770" style="float: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; cursor: pointer; width: 165px; height: 200px; " /></span><div>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 <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ujAlmq_v32c">share</a> 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. </div><div><br /></div><div>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 <a href="http://www.people.vcu.edu/%7Echenry/">sacred methods</a> - 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. </div>cc'dhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15388262637415712881noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-910703854865323157.post-30100883735578468592009-05-11T10:20:00.000-07:002009-05-11T11:42:49.377-07:00Dream States<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4OmErEpDffbQUWIwchi3_ly6ppMhlUQCJynGKrKbAlT4jUtQNauKgFFuKs9OiGN7Qizvcx54AwbWtQmQgGP7bneNBJD92pTFW5wUSmle3CLqCvHne0xZJnLDBBcMlFSR4H06MmdQSasfM/s1600-h/Edgar_Allan_Poe-Poem-The_Sleeper-Noel.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 58px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4OmErEpDffbQUWIwchi3_ly6ppMhlUQCJynGKrKbAlT4jUtQNauKgFFuKs9OiGN7Qizvcx54AwbWtQmQgGP7bneNBJD92pTFW5wUSmle3CLqCvHne0xZJnLDBBcMlFSR4H06MmdQSasfM/s200/Edgar_Allan_Poe-Poem-The_Sleeper-Noel.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334631822782687938" /></a>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. <div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">Rapidly Moving Sockets</span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); font-weight: normal; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMxbpUC-Z1kbcm_KgVhmKXobUa5G63zRz_2tPRCF0wiTKEeU0PrIj4zRefV3XvZOzD_09rLSTTnzFk7fkkE0Xv6r6c1Il_T8E5e3z756xXuVA5TSnQemT-7tsvREdhx3w298mm8zPJpsH1/s200/Marlin_35_rem_2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334631320502325666" style="float: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 186px; " /></span></span></div><div>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. </div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">Lunar Context</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgf4TBzSgJ42PjPWKjYk_FLdyBirhtL6z8RslLO1f05Gi5XDoQ486Y6kQc41h_rRsVL8Po3eClT5lG8LyGX4fwHlZZT7LRrgSSlrbDBctnaOnwx_cK-Ej5_L34athVjT5jRzzGYFZbj8bxB/s1600-h/Macrobius%252C_lunar_eclipse.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgf4TBzSgJ42PjPWKjYk_FLdyBirhtL6z8RslLO1f05Gi5XDoQ486Y6kQc41h_rRsVL8Po3eClT5lG8LyGX4fwHlZZT7LRrgSSlrbDBctnaOnwx_cK-Ej5_L34athVjT5jRzzGYFZbj8bxB/s200/Macrobius%252C_lunar_eclipse.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334631324710444706" style="float: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px; " /></a></span></span></div><div>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. <br /></div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">Deja Vu</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvuRD1JA7Nc0jsXnV32a_0W6FcAZpfGCaoWjn54rt7UbWt9sOPP3Xgo3d9yGPMFc97jNsjr94cRAlZmhFDHwjbfzga1iAVAz37uXj_Sih_QfTJP_R_lZrp3Ga_k-_gNT7ml9WAlzT9weTY/s1600-h/421px-Delicious_Dreams%2521_by_George_Humphrey.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvuRD1JA7Nc0jsXnV32a_0W6FcAZpfGCaoWjn54rt7UbWt9sOPP3Xgo3d9yGPMFc97jNsjr94cRAlZmhFDHwjbfzga1iAVAz37uXj_Sih_QfTJP_R_lZrp3Ga_k-_gNT7ml9WAlzT9weTY/s200/421px-Delicious_Dreams%2521_by_George_Humphrey.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334631316237187570" style="float: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; cursor: pointer; width: 140px; height: 200px; " /></a></span></span></div><div>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. </div><div><br /></div><div>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... <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">"The lunatic is a wakeful dreamer" - Kant</span><br /></div></div></div>cc'dhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15388262637415712881noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-910703854865323157.post-91993742302298899892009-05-06T10:55:00.000-07:002009-05-06T15:58:20.982-07:00Technocratic Empathy<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimFTRHUQHls98nRZtn09dUX4auf3kABNOZyPa1DNf5WeTyis9wFyZvB2IO6Yo_k_KfyQx-dsal9n7-wGDM8HEpeUOi9OEnSnkKF01hfWixzv5iD4_QKT_Mu99nqf5Rwthqj_Us51KnkBnY/s1600-h/800px-Anti-emigration.propaganda.1869.png"><br /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGmHY_iI9jo72mLx_VygMcVpL-Ty812Up3Z4QD8EA6LHo2u6llfTESJObJO34xrVAOINjJEmVB1b5Ab2mzF-qtBKCS-2geAL7wxtKf_1DXLjY6vdHICbH3cAdpNTB9lhRMGqrFZAEvD-iW/s1600-h/Copper_just_above_its_melting_point.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 145px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGmHY_iI9jo72mLx_VygMcVpL-Ty812Up3Z4QD8EA6LHo2u6llfTESJObJO34xrVAOINjJEmVB1b5Ab2mzF-qtBKCS-2geAL7wxtKf_1DXLjY6vdHICbH3cAdpNTB9lhRMGqrFZAEvD-iW/s200/Copper_just_above_its_melting_point.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332780764624948674" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLOz_mrBDMlF_FcLOIVLtdSkKib8_Dch8qQ9UXd8kjZKY4z2uVRoUG4_ZInxF2iSw2TwKNIz7_d_NGQT38Xnl9tiUznsw6DSxBLu5EDE6l7Orx55lJ1GcGXn1bvjLOzrgaRA0azBhfms6G/s1600-h/767px-Ipomoea_purpurea_pollen.jpg"></a>The first movement in Technocracy came during the Great Depression. Scholars and educated preachers spoke forth in the pursuance of scientific pragmatic reasoning to governing rule - the equations were simple - balance energy with food and population et voila - la raison d'etre n'est plus simple... The means of production were based on the principle of a society devoid of scarce resources, it seemed a viable method to diminish, if not abolish freedom's suffering amongst the masses. <div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">Grass Rooted</span></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjH9aTJtS8pw6gC-_KbH6hmcta4kYEoZzVx7peWPnJycq6UWWgt42x0vG4QjZIbfiDBG2_Mgn1fo-WZTjstZejkB_AgVXX9IpLatNSSc9IdfsROwVvx-B0qz0i8HtyNQig5T1Y-SYntjCr_/s1600-h/800px-Feedback_Loops_in_a_System_Dynamics_Model.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjH9aTJtS8pw6gC-_KbH6hmcta4kYEoZzVx7peWPnJycq6UWWgt42x0vG4QjZIbfiDBG2_Mgn1fo-WZTjstZejkB_AgVXX9IpLatNSSc9IdfsROwVvx-B0qz0i8HtyNQig5T1Y-SYntjCr_/s200/800px-Feedback_Loops_in_a_System_Dynamics_Model.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332780756292269570" style="float: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 131px; " /></a><div>It was simple really. In 1918 the Technical Alliance conducted an engineering study where energy units were in stead used in replacement of dollars, or bank notes. This invaluable look into an alternate universe of society seemed to bend space and time together, creating images of orbiting economics in gravitational balance with the planet. Those that were imaginative included Howard Scott and M. King Hubbert (originator of the Peak Oil Theory), both with scientific background and fervor. They captured the numbers and resourced allocations, and plotted a path into the depths of the mined thought, working at an engineer's pace, revising the manuscripts of budgets with bottle caps bursting to it's seams in value. Their interpretations of balanced society were in comparison to the one scripted right before their eyes, the society of a 'Price System', to which Hubbert once commented:</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">"... when one speaks of the state of growth of GNP, I haven't the faintest idea what this means when I try to translate it onto coal, oil, iron, and the other physical quantities which are required to run an industry... the quantity GNP is a monetary bookkeeping entity. It obeys the laws of money. It can be expanded or diminished, created or destroyed, but it does not obey the laws of physics"</span></div><div><br /></div><div>His interpretation described the state that economic systems can be allowed to go into ruin, even though no materials or resources have been destroyed. It poses the question: "If I can buy a loaf of bread for $3 today, why will the loaf of bread cost $4 tomorrow?" To Hubbert, this loaf of bread requires a set amount of energy and time to make, all worth a value in kilojoules, or calories in a human diet of time. This loaf of bread would equate to an energy value, which in the current state of technology, could be produced at a minimal input. Nothing would be in dollars and cents in the Technocratic system, everything would equate to energy input and output, as if we've plugged our electric motors into the sun and are basking in it's solar radiative magnificence. </div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">Pollinating</span></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLOz_mrBDMlF_FcLOIVLtdSkKib8_Dch8qQ9UXd8kjZKY4z2uVRoUG4_ZInxF2iSw2TwKNIz7_d_NGQT38Xnl9tiUznsw6DSxBLu5EDE6l7Orx55lJ1GcGXn1bvjLOzrgaRA0azBhfms6G/s1600-h/767px-Ipomoea_purpurea_pollen.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLOz_mrBDMlF_FcLOIVLtdSkKib8_Dch8qQ9UXd8kjZKY4z2uVRoUG4_ZInxF2iSw2TwKNIz7_d_NGQT38Xnl9tiUznsw6DSxBLu5EDE6l7Orx55lJ1GcGXn1bvjLOzrgaRA0azBhfms6G/s200/767px-Ipomoea_purpurea_pollen.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332780761240356434" style="float: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 156px; " /></a><div>The ideals of Technocracy have infiltrated modern society and thoughts, as the mind of Vonnegut played the song of the tiniest perfectly tuned piano, while Roddenberry searched Deep Space under the blanket of the Federation of Planets - a post scarcity, money-less society. In Canada, technocracy is far from removed from the brains of the "boring" (<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">as scientists and engineers often get labelled with), </span>they simply choose not to be bothered with dod-references to Britney, Barney, Bruce or Betty - but instead plug and play at tiny websites such as <a href="http://www.technocracyvan.ca/">Technocracy Van.</a> </div><div><br /></div><div>Those in power in the vast North, do less or more, to misinform, and in generalization more or less, make a mess. The technocratic method involves utter and complete transparency, as if Statistics and Economics were tied at the hip, and Economies were no longer a thing of mystery. The first mess involved a Party that were caught with their hands in the litter box, filtering Kitty from kick-backs and kick-stands. The Stools stood tall from the litter box, and bellowed: "Transparency for all! Balanced budgets and tax breaks will be abound". But years after the scandal, transparency has been lost in the clouds of the economy, and the political pranksters can't mime their way out of the question: "What the hell happened?" The bro's and ho's that cross the 'i's and dot the 'o's can't figure out the system they supposedly controlled. </div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">Underground Mirroring</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGZw-DmZ-J0P15E2d5CKQIkTOEx8-eqysDLyWjs_ywM6RBunkQjofLBuWqHWJ-yyZZgk_UoWqrzrZk65A_QYGytugupQboaQOldIF6a9V0aFkiXWNfLgRMFHANY_wjJysFqaP3W2TLp9Gn/s1600-h/Newton_roots_stor.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGZw-DmZ-J0P15E2d5CKQIkTOEx8-eqysDLyWjs_ywM6RBunkQjofLBuWqHWJ-yyZZgk_UoWqrzrZk65A_QYGytugupQboaQOldIF6a9V0aFkiXWNfLgRMFHANY_wjJysFqaP3W2TLp9Gn/s200/Newton_roots_stor.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332780757254655890" style="float: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 172px; " /></a></span></span></div><div>If you were to dig underground, do you always find China? As if in an upside down world, the Chinese have defied Western principles. They have adapted to Western economies of course, but the Chinese have had their ears set on playing their own tunes to political plight and economic mysteries. The one unknown heard through the noises of economic chatter is: "What will the Chinese do?" And in the mystery so tightly wrapped, I wondered who the leader of the Red Republic is... With the wisps of the web-based wiki-marketed answers is the tale of a Technocratic leadership, a who's who of Hu - a politician diverse in the field of Hydraulic Engineering, a scientist without the political placards. The People's Republic is still one locked in mystery of true tales of freedom who drum to their own beat as Western ideals breach into boundaries locked within the Himalayas, but it will be quite curious to observe the Piano being played by a Hydraulic Hu as the global turmoil continues up the flue. </div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">Propagating Propaganda </span></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimFTRHUQHls98nRZtn09dUX4auf3kABNOZyPa1DNf5WeTyis9wFyZvB2IO6Yo_k_KfyQx-dsal9n7-wGDM8HEpeUOi9OEnSnkKF01hfWixzv5iD4_QKT_Mu99nqf5Rwthqj_Us51KnkBnY/s1600-h/800px-Anti-emigration.propaganda.1869.png"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimFTRHUQHls98nRZtn09dUX4auf3kABNOZyPa1DNf5WeTyis9wFyZvB2IO6Yo_k_KfyQx-dsal9n7-wGDM8HEpeUOi9OEnSnkKF01hfWixzv5iD4_QKT_Mu99nqf5Rwthqj_Us51KnkBnY/s200/800px-Anti-emigration.propaganda.1869.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332786017877699170" style="float: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 141px; " /></a><div>The conspiracy of China's communistic approach to a technocratic system is still one that will write it's tale along the way - playing the tune of powerful piano pushing on pistons and power chords. The States that stated the structure of store-bought stationary and stucco relied on banks to break the banks, but instead broke the backs and the piggy banks of their Luddites, and will be bound to the approach of the Far East. As the two opposing forces of Freedom and State collide, the technocratic reach of electron and faith will merge - evolving their way into structure and order not before seen or counted. As the Technocratic would empathize, our world, in context to a global balance, is one that can be realized with planning and resource allocation - boundaries can be unlocked and boats can be loaded from point A to point B - but we first need to evolve - evolve our minds to the whole of the sum, and bring point A to point B, to bring a collage of ABCs and XYZs into equal proportions of need and sustenance - a who's who of Hubbert and Hu...</div>cc'dhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15388262637415712881noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-910703854865323157.post-1384427631103989512009-05-01T11:10:00.000-07:002009-05-02T00:19:43.267-07:00Cryogenic Leeching<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBFPZj0-vGf_QSRQvAuE-ZGhVJj_i40KxomLu-jeFJqdhvSFD_L3Gzue3NsWaGr6L7dLCErNJZ-Dbd5lcv3jpIDpTb6xPN5PEx8W6BHhKBaHdKImBkTD-mXfRbFDrlGzO92-9jNgezOKI_/s1600-h/800px-Selective_laser_melting_system_schematic.jpg"></a><div>Death is the one inevitability every soul on this planet faces. It's the one thing that terrorizes into panic, contemplates to completion, and modernizes to today's fashion stylings. It looks us straight in the face, as if the other side of the mirror could truly trap a shadow, and when doomsday finally arrives, we learn the ultimate lesson of a lifetime. </div><div><br /></div><div>It is without doubt, the most controversial subject matter at any one's kitchen dinner table - the passing of a loved one, the mourning of a friend - the regrets of your history's mistakes. The sorrow of grief is typically wrapped up in a turkey and cranberry cocktail, as we are told to digest the unknown mystery of life and death. And it is never easy to do. For eons and multitudes of combinations, we search for this answer to ease our suffering curiosity of the next step - resorting to silent prayer, unanswered questions, and transcendent misgivings. And finally, there are those that leech. </div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">Suckling Soles</span></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5jnp7CK_PMWIm_-3EbfZcbf0lvP384K0p5yB6kq9pRzx8z250oq2TGuTOiCnRkFVXDz4aR6HyZUH6JtHfDFxlXHnf9-p7p68mV-ZWG68Uv1YYm9oru1VP158G4OjSBYaPyUX-hA3wGJKH/s1600-h/Leech%2520Hirudolab.gif"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5jnp7CK_PMWIm_-3EbfZcbf0lvP384K0p5yB6kq9pRzx8z250oq2TGuTOiCnRkFVXDz4aR6HyZUH6JtHfDFxlXHnf9-p7p68mV-ZWG68Uv1YYm9oru1VP158G4OjSBYaPyUX-hA3wGJKH/s200/Leech%2520Hirudolab.gif" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330937148622583634" style="float: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; cursor: pointer; width: 129px; height: 200px; " /></a></div><div>Leechers can be described as annelids in the subclass Hirudinea, and are most definitely hermaphroditic. They feed on the spineless - suckling at the juicy fleshes of the prey until the trunk is tapped of syrupy sustenance. They hide in the wallows of dark water waiting for the next victim - as spineless as their invertebrate brethren, but as selfish as a Hyena... Leechers find any poor sapling and drain the innocence from genius, and the shine from the sun... </div><div><br /></div><div>Leechers, in the terminology of eternal search for life, have arguably evolved into modern day lifestyles, suckling their way into cryogenic freezers and storing cells in a state of perpetual suspended animation. It was once rumored that Walt Disney instigated this fad by utilizing his love of suspended photo cell animation in the storage of his own suspended body cell animation - and although these rumors were quickly disputed by his tombstone and grave, followers soon caught wind of this icy breeze and hopped on the bandwagon faster than an alcoholic falls off on a bumpy road...</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">Chronos Killers</span></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-Yismn98u_Uu0gzpAkSLv7TkbmhrIhHrZ5PTDYzyoKMNcJsPVcM9icF1G8qCZYcA6VIRUwpE7aIfbjzkuDr3Bcc6LDlwWysaD05a589uZ11gH2QJyKjGiinxPx1WlpNFpuAAWTO_Mrg5n/s1600-h/Pemberton%2520Ice%2520Fields%2520B.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-Yismn98u_Uu0gzpAkSLv7TkbmhrIhHrZ5PTDYzyoKMNcJsPVcM9icF1G8qCZYcA6VIRUwpE7aIfbjzkuDr3Bcc6LDlwWysaD05a589uZ11gH2QJyKjGiinxPx1WlpNFpuAAWTO_Mrg5n/s200/Pemberton%2520Ice%2520Fields%2520B.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330937153432890434" style="float: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 136px; " /></a></div><div>Cryonics involves the speculative <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">stabilization of a viable brain from a patient who is legally deceased (Cryonics Website - http://www.cryonics.com)</span>. Under more simple terms, those that freeze themselves hope their cells structures, neurons, atoms all remain suspended and isolated from the outside environment. The hopes of all this, as you can guess, is to reach immortality, as the argument states, that at some point in the near or distant future, medicinal advancements will be able to cure all that ends all. </div><div><br /></div><div>The stabilization of parts of living organisms, such as livers, kidneys, hearts and other transplants, require the material to be stored in a chilled environment. Chilling technologies today rely on large amounts of energy input, where electrical energy is used to drive compressors and pumps in the compression-cooling-expansion loop utilized in producing sub-zero temperatures. In order to reach cryogenic levels, temperatures must be reduced to 77.15 Kelvin (or -320.53 degrees Fahrenheit).</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">Allied Atheists Alliance</span></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhG4Wsep_w3HX6Dm9x3dZ-NdGYitxcDdHwRz3O5Y3VkhQZJ3miAMsPMIlPV2SrIQSSLDpCHsb-M4O7IiZ5mVT17ITN4u9ieR-MBezoEV8ehgnSz1LR-2DPyvbSsxWZYCrFVJO54Rirg3RA0/s1600-h/Britannica_Otter.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhG4Wsep_w3HX6Dm9x3dZ-NdGYitxcDdHwRz3O5Y3VkhQZJ3miAMsPMIlPV2SrIQSSLDpCHsb-M4O7IiZ5mVT17ITN4u9ieR-MBezoEV8ehgnSz1LR-2DPyvbSsxWZYCrFVJO54Rirg3RA0/s200/Britannica_Otter.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330937156856407186" style="float: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 174px; " /></a></div><div>One of my favorite all-time episodes of South Park was when Cartman froze himself on a mountain top (with the help of Butters) in order not have to wait for the release of the Nintendo Wii. As I can truly relate to the anxiousness of waiting for the release of a video game, the story took a twist when Cartman awoke 300 years later to find a society of Atheists at war over atheism (along with Mrs. Garrison scissoring Richard Dawkins). Anyways, the episode took a glimpse of future society - one of my favorite day dreaming activities. </div><div><br /></div><div>Companies like Alcor and other 'Institutes' that pitch everlasting hope for under $200,000 are a complete sham. It steps on so many of my 'shants' and 'cant's' that the notions of selfish leeching deserves to suckle on my chocolate salty balls... </div><div><br /></div><div>First off, the notion that one's life is worth preserving, is in the realm of complete totalitarianism - the idea that a life is worth any more than another is egoism at it's worst - an ism that definitely is in my top 3 worst categorisms... </div><div><br /></div><div>Secondly, the state of medicine technology is one so tightly wound up in profitability, who do you think is going to pay to have the medical procedure complete on your dead, frozen, shit-filled suspended animated body? I hope you had an Aenima on the way out, cause you'll shit yourself when you find out that the generations past won't give a damn how much you've asked them to pay... The number of years in frozen captivity will drain away the pocket books of your 'investment' spewing out hot gases of CO2 as the accelerated heat your body is expelling is cooled, and is spewed into the atmosphere as greenhouse gases - you're polluting yourself away into the futures. As the investment money runs out, I'm sure the company is fine casting your frozen dead body into the ocean as fish feed.</div><div><br /></div><div>Finally, there's my take on returning to the Earth. Upon death, humans have come to bury their dead, a way of 'returning' to the Earth. This method, of course, has been capitalized, and a funeral/burial can now run in the range of $25,000+. In a cryogenic state, this will ensure that no atom of a body's make-up will ever infiltrate a plant, an animal, or another body. The body will remain yours - as tightly wound as you would dream it to be...</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">Melting Away</span></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBFPZj0-vGf_QSRQvAuE-ZGhVJj_i40KxomLu-jeFJqdhvSFD_L3Gzue3NsWaGr6L7dLCErNJZ-Dbd5lcv3jpIDpTb6xPN5PEx8W6BHhKBaHdKImBkTD-mXfRbFDrlGzO92-9jNgezOKI_/s1600-h/800px-Selective_laser_melting_system_schematic.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBFPZj0-vGf_QSRQvAuE-ZGhVJj_i40KxomLu-jeFJqdhvSFD_L3Gzue3NsWaGr6L7dLCErNJZ-Dbd5lcv3jpIDpTb6xPN5PEx8W6BHhKBaHdKImBkTD-mXfRbFDrlGzO92-9jNgezOKI_/s200/800px-Selective_laser_melting_system_schematic.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330937159412920770" style="float: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 87px; " /></a></div><div>If this fad ever takes off, for example marketing campaigns begin airing on network TV, Britney decides to do it, or Martha Stewart's head ever does end up on a animatronic robot, imagine the population swell and leeching impact this would have on a futuramic society. I've been able to come to grips with my mortality, it will some day come - but at the same time, I've always been afraid of a closed casket. If doomsday were to ever knock on my door, I think I would like to pass back to the Earth in the mud, buried in a biodegradable blanket wrapped in an earth worm's digestive dreams... leaching my way back into the mix, spreading bits of carbon, nitrogen and sulphur along the way...</div>cc'dhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15388262637415712881noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-910703854865323157.post-22699883382326338422009-04-30T08:46:00.000-07:002009-04-30T14:03:18.724-07:00In the name of Sacrifice<div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">"Seek and ye shall find"</span></div><div><br /></div><div>This saying has never meant anything to me in my lifetime. What am I seeking, and what do I do if I find it? My upbringing was one of Nintendo, disposal cameras and corner-store candy - the only things I sought were labelled on afternoon cartoon episodes of Bugs Bunny and Batman. I'm somewhat thankful my parents left out popular teachings of xtianity out of my eardrums. But this passage, in my absent knowledge of it's saying, seems to have taken on a new meaning in the context of modern society - the Seekers have become finders, with the finders being keepers and ultimately destroyers - we have turned these words of religion and enlightenment into a profitable purpose of <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">"seek and destroy"</span>. </div><div><br /></div><div>In the effort to <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; ">"seek and destroy", </span>an army assembles itself with rank and file, executives at the top, mailroom, labourers and janitors at the bottom. The generals, or executives, choose who to sacrifice and who to save - all in the blind faith and servitude to the almighty power - profitability. Sacrificial lambs are reared in by the shepherd, all with the cloak conceiling the inner wolf that hides within... </div><div><br /></div><div>Those that survive the turmoil of <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; ">"seek and destroy" </span>profitability are also included in providing pennance to the almighty - they can prove their faith and servitude through martyrdom, or their god-given right to sacrifice their incomes and pensions for the sake of the almighty - the sheep can choose to have their coats cut for the shepherd's slice of the pie. </div><div><br /></div><div>In the name of Sacrifice, these choices are never easy. The generals and commanders sacrifice the summer beachfront properties or 36' Bayline cruiser, while the sheep sacrifice their warmth, shelter, food and general means of living. It is all in the name of servitude and blind faith. However this sacrifice is far from serving a greater good - I would rather see mouthes fed than fat cats in speedos... These sacrifices are in the name of Aztec human sacrifice, where the sacrificial lamb may be either aware or unaware, but most definitely in disapproval. The sacrificial names of <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Chronothusia">Chronothusia</a> are no longer valid - the purpose of a greater good is clouded with dollar figured smoke and mirrors.</div><div><br /></div><div>The sacrifices we make on a day to day basis are never self-serving, otherwise a rose by any other name could not be sold on Valentines day - but sacrifices are instead, imposed upon us. It is difficult to battle against the shepherds that incessantly knock on our steeples, and the battle against an oppressive shepherd only results in hoof stomps and finger bitting. Flocking to greener pastures may provide safe haven, however finders have become keepers and/or destroyers, and the greener pasture is grayer and cloudier these days... But try as they might to shave your coat, the cloak of Chronos may turn the ticks of time in your head until the moment comes where you decide to never sacrifice for the words of others - sacrifice would be a name long forgotten, where the finders will never keep, and the seekers will never destroy.</div><div><br /></div>cc'dhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15388262637415712881noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-910703854865323157.post-20655285293696860902009-04-28T09:14:00.000-07:002009-04-28T10:21:54.173-07:00Supernatural BC<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhb1bQ2lDtvIz4LsxjlBtbyVsY1oHGgIUVBvwizW4RS4blVwZBE889tLaCYsQxq7ZcscVACz23Bu6bBpCvlHe5dD7qFqvhPvY4k4iZT_mFqtRb7_K4FcR_M9CrjQ1-UC2wZhJtrE90X39gu/s1600-h/Nootka.jpg"></a><div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjqAGDN4dd_LX6uf95ZjWrAEiKDCsA2RU-H9BUjystbSUaVoPUqUFzRHkbpR2_Z8IiEeF8LrVIBnihYhr0GiXkLNpvWRf21-UaTlmi83FgARCblMWQ5hVsaZ_cgcmBDPaMZN5643lpUKSB/s1600-h/800px-BC1873.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjqAGDN4dd_LX6uf95ZjWrAEiKDCsA2RU-H9BUjystbSUaVoPUqUFzRHkbpR2_Z8IiEeF8LrVIBnihYhr0GiXkLNpvWRf21-UaTlmi83FgARCblMWQ5hVsaZ_cgcmBDPaMZN5643lpUKSB/s200/800px-BC1873.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329789572452952386" style="float: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px; " /></a>I've spent the last week and a half driving through the mountainous regions of Supernatural British Columbia. The trees danced from the waves of the winds and moisture driven particles of sand while the asphalt of the roads bent willfully to the rocks of craters and seismic settling. I often drifted into zones of silence, only looking ahead at the vortex of time I bent through the windshield. Great glaciers first carved their way through the plunders, guiding the paths to river valleys and crashing inlets and islets. It finally settled into the vast openness of the great depths and mysteries below the sea. A welcoming home to the gravitational forces of Earth.<div><br /></div><div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgT_sk28llodmI4asEjNn2FhwIf-PyOR8CWR_-Ad84VDjFd695sW68UOSBgMqAayemHZkuLmCG0z3q3x6nao1-dS1vEn84lvD6pOD_NzhfGIMd8fSYRfVHgllYZfG343AS92fKdQNQchw0S/s1600-h/Ogopogo.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgT_sk28llodmI4asEjNn2FhwIf-PyOR8CWR_-Ad84VDjFd695sW68UOSBgMqAayemHZkuLmCG0z3q3x6nao1-dS1vEn84lvD6pOD_NzhfGIMd8fSYRfVHgllYZfG343AS92fKdQNQchw0S/s200/Ogopogo.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329789977639695746" style="float: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 92px; " /></a><div>In amongst the vast regions of mountains and rivers are hidden fantasy wonderlands of Sasquatch, Ogopogo and Woodland Hunters -- all alive with the ever lasting answer to the paradoxical questioning of trees chirping echoes of sounds as they fall... The creases of valleys bends boulders into dust providing safe haven and walking trails to the wolves and cougars who prey on the weak and mindless... As howls and growls go unheard, the desertification of a Plateau's Peaks is commencing, fueled by the particular appetite of a juice from a Pine - Bettlejuice, Beetlejuice, Beetlejuice made this bug appear and suck from the teet of a precious resource. But as deserts go, the rain will always fall, bringing shrubs and grubs to a landscape full of rivers and hatching grounds - spawning the answer to another puzzling question - the intelligence of fish - the Salmon of the mighty Fraser swim against the grain in an effort to raise their hands... <br /></div><div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-hjyalNhABpPvY_Y_7fDeEH3cPmfost50ARoN63ukKikn9JfVYlN1nTjhPWsdb1tkDQjWVHj7ShdwSHS5avzOvberMOIr_x_AsFyJXVpBhbYo0RCpxkll1AguVPmJXxQBAlXkQpb4Aj-U/s1600-h/306px-Cascadia_extreme.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-hjyalNhABpPvY_Y_7fDeEH3cPmfost50ARoN63ukKikn9JfVYlN1nTjhPWsdb1tkDQjWVHj7ShdwSHS5avzOvberMOIr_x_AsFyJXVpBhbYo0RCpxkll1AguVPmJXxQBAlXkQpb4Aj-U/s200/306px-Cascadia_extreme.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329790707261715250" style="float: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; cursor: pointer; width: 102px; height: 200px; " /></a><div>Having sculpted boundaries across a Cascadia of mountain ranges, the region swept the dreams of Thomas Jefferson into visions of ecotopia - an independent republic of the Pacific. Movements and interest still burst forth (see the aforementioned Cascadia movement) as if Andorrans wrote scripts of Independence and set them to Sea through the Ariege and Garonne. But the latest political plight of freedom and independence involves the use of river and valleys for renewable power - pushing the brinks of the watersheds to its capacities with its dams. Cascadia will never rule the lands as long as the spirits of the Natives still haunts their pasts...</div><div><br /></div><div>Smadderings of settlements stamped their grounds in the wilderness as the chase for gold swept across the valleys faster than Donovan Bailey won the 100m dash... Churches run silent on days of the busy, while ramblings of teachings still preach in the farmhouse as Sunday dresses are pleated and pressed. The life of Supernatural BC was taught well to many who settled in the forays of forests - all in the upper compressed regions of the higher altitudes to keep the mind tightly wrapped in a knot. </div><div><br /></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhb1bQ2lDtvIz4LsxjlBtbyVsY1oHGgIUVBvwizW4RS4blVwZBE889tLaCYsQxq7ZcscVACz23Bu6bBpCvlHe5dD7qFqvhPvY4k4iZT_mFqtRb7_K4FcR_M9CrjQ1-UC2wZhJtrE90X39gu/s200/Nootka.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329791679042301538" style="float: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 154px; " /></span><div>Settling into the coast and diving into the depths of sea level, the Artisans honed their crafts of culture in the attempt to tax and tour tourists through the washing coves and caves of dark sunlight hidden in corners of every nook and cranny carved out in the ocean. Whales and seagulls are free to see, but the trip may cost you a little... Yet the carved society built on the Left Coast was one that preached renewability, ecological balance with economic prosperity - a carving so delicate and balanced the Nuu-Chah-Nulth spirits seem to have provided its Supernatural blessing... The Rainforests stood tall in defiance to the Gods of Poseidon and brought life on their own terms - an evolutionary masterpiece of diversity and divergence... and nonetheless devoid of touristic intentions to pave and produce profit - the 500 cm of rain throughout the year keeps the Snow Angels and Sun Bunnies out for a good proportion... </div><div><br /></div><div>The time spent out there was a nice disconnection from the constant traffic I hear day in and day out... It was as if the plug that I had tied into the wall of modern society was pulled and the noises in my head seized to chatter - the neurons relaxed into a state of mindless obliviance of annoyances and stresses - only ocean breezes and crashing waves... a supernatural experience...</div>cc'dhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15388262637415712881noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-910703854865323157.post-64269784809613085472009-04-09T09:20:00.000-07:002009-04-09T09:21:39.483-07:00Here a Stool, there a Stool, everywhere a Stool's stool<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhn9OLrLkvVyh2PT1xy0JLmkI6b58tr232Ggiks9dNHiZAQfOoo_AyaqT0ismU2vUYxDKcDnanHN3qXtYtcQz_lE1bJnfn_J7Xnmv6LbkI60_7UKkkel0YwL26O-vWaLHV9mlTGUuC3tpal/s1600-h/595px-Clifford_Embroidered_Stool_Poppy_Hardwick_Hall.jpg"></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; ">Cysticercosis</span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicce9qTgCNtnFK2F5XvWUTw-bq1OymZ7VgsKX48DC9eLXVHArv_tsh5CmbU7Fl3_K6sYuQ7TPCRiApfdg58ge4q8jyqleinXzQCE-qRAVfgDrrM-xvi9LMcm-YaPvW570_4LZF9KvmGCep/s1600-h/Cysticercosis%2528French_version%2529.jpeg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 152px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicce9qTgCNtnFK2F5XvWUTw-bq1OymZ7VgsKX48DC9eLXVHArv_tsh5CmbU7Fl3_K6sYuQ7TPCRiApfdg58ge4q8jyqleinXzQCE-qRAVfgDrrM-xvi9LMcm-YaPvW570_4LZF9KvmGCep/s200/Cysticercosis%2528French_version%2529.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322723205771215762" /></a><div>Time ticks by as the days pass that not one employer requires an employee with my background and education. I sit here now and document this note from our politicians: "now is the time for action and stimulus". With these words, action and stimulus, why hasn't anything been done? It has been two months since Canada's budget passed, hailed as the cowboys relinquishing 'conservative-rule'. These stools drummed up mixture of stimulated bullshit, a deficit of spending masked under the moniker of action and stimulus... In this spending, we've dedicated $12 billion for roads and walkways and $8 billion for housing - in hopes of generating or, as they so eloquently snuck into the mime, "protecting", 190,000 jobs. In amongst the budgetary balance, are bailouts - to the automotive sector - giving $12 billion bucks to help consumers buy more cars and spend more money - what better way to survive the recession than to go out and buy a new car! Thanks stool... But now as I sit stroking my educated degree gently in my lap almost reducing the sheepskin it's printed on to stardust, I think to myself, the bust is about to burst to the basement in this bubble... and I'm stuck in it without an umbrella...<br /></div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">Giardia Stools</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); font-weight: normal; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOBvWmv_oVM9Uuo6tnK4q99woTepllXyHELx4OK-gr_s1E4GcjxDRgJEVRiCUhkBpLF9AcugVIjTwcH-XOIlwCtXd7CsJZISDge5HPlyjD2LBlNWF_PAsufoSihfdqljKt2ABi0x-4bGvH/s200/479px-Giardia_lamblia_SEM_8698_lores.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322723209885430514" style="float: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; cursor: pointer; width: 160px; height: 200px; " /></span></span></div><div>New home starts are fine and dandy, but Canada has been crippled by a resource no longer valuable to the world - it's tar sands, oil sands, in-situ heavy oil, bitumen, bidumen, black bouillon, black billed ducks - what ever you want to call is just fine - just listen... the hub of Canadian biscuit development took on 156,000 new dwellers to it's boundaries from 2003 to 2008 - in that time, average value of a home went from $210,000 to $450,000. All told, 157,000 home (average) transactions took place in this time [20K in 2003 - 26K in 2005, 22K in 2004, 34K in 2006 (record), 33K in 2007, 22K in 2008]. If we average things out, let's say (450,000-210,000/6 years) = $40K 'average increase' in homes and say 22.6K average home sales per year. This equates to $5.4 billion extra dollars of money being used by the buyer to pay for a home - this is the money that is being collected and owed to the banks - and this is the money that one city hopes is still out there... </div><div><br /></div><div>So as far as billions of dollars owed goes, the 'average' home buyer, or 157,000 people - populated the boundaries of a hub, destined to pump, produce and profit, far removed from a lesser known moniker, reduce, reuse and recycle. From the period of August 10th 2008 to April 8th 2009, joblessness in the hub of 1.1 million people increased from 3.3% to 4.8% - many of these unemployed with educated well paying degrees... With the math translating the words to 16,500 people finding the unemployment line, or proverbial pavement - this translates to over $740 million dollars of lost salary and wages, and up to $500 million dollars of debt owed... all from one hub...</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">Cucking Stools</span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQ08fHmZosZv5PauFsa3UBD78B2oYgO8wnuUsjKpDSd6wRXdFsav_nnSAPgvgNBOkn6lkjLFMiW4LOIP6xbm6pF16OxtmdjHt__IPWSJK5zZoTBpFmt-GrVROfAzew-FHsPiRwEdErNvXF/s200/Cucking_stool.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322723206576802418" style="float: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 144px; " /></span><div>With this debt owed, no doubtingly bailouts will burst forth - banks receiving support for their profiting off the boom. The aforementioned $5.4 billion owed from the increase in home prices is just the start - if we averaged the total amounts owed to the banks from the entire purchase of a home (not just the increase), this number could reach $11.8 billion. At the current rate of unemployment in the one bubbled hub, this could translate to $1 billion in bad debt so far, all in one hub... If we transpose the numbers from this hub to others across the country, hundreds of billions of dollars could be lost in the bank and mess of the housing industry, translating to a debt assumed to a population of 33,610,474 people in the thousands of dollars. And in a food, clothing, plastic and consumable market already pushed to the maximum with high oil prices, pollution restrictions and governmental legislation - the debt could be devastating - and there the stools are, pumping in $8 billion into an industry that could be on the verge of collapse...</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">Poppy Stools</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); font-weight: normal; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhn9OLrLkvVyh2PT1xy0JLmkI6b58tr232Ggiks9dNHiZAQfOoo_AyaqT0ismU2vUYxDKcDnanHN3qXtYtcQz_lE1bJnfn_J7Xnmv6LbkI60_7UKkkel0YwL26O-vWaLHV9mlTGUuC3tpal/s200/595px-Clifford_Embroidered_Stool_Poppy_Hardwick_Hall.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322723210745988514" style="float: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; cursor: pointer; width: 198px; height: 200px; " /></span></span></div><div>As stools stand tall on podium pronouncing their verbal eloquence in the context of leadership - they mimic the cues and calls for support. As stools appoint each other Ministers, a title only befitting to imaginary statuses, nurses and ambulance chasers become Finance Ministers, property lawyers become Environment Ministers, and the corrupted become Health Ministers... As each stool passes through the bowels, they drag and pull on intestinal walls, scraping the innards of the lined cavities until they're flushed through the sphincter. As the Stools pass budgets and our moneys through the legislative processes, they dump and lend our money away, scraping the bottoms of our piggy banks until we're flushed out into the streets, homeless and hungry... </div><div><br /></div><div>The practice of sustainability requires patience, analysis and ultimately pragmatic thought process. The stools who organized the CMHC to hand out impragmatic mortgages that allowed a 30% spike in bankruptcies from 2007-2008 in one hub (400% spike in December) deserve to be courtesy flushed down the drain... As the days tick and tock and the numbers continue to roll in... the bumpy ride we were on is about to get a whole lot bumpier - sea sick patches are optional. But in the advent of the aftermath, our past mistakes may lead us towards rebuilding proper sustainable economic practices... Generations have evolved since the beginning of the Industrial Revolution, and in that time, we've identified what makes us sick, what can kill us, and what is useful to us. As we pass through figuring out economies, eventually at some point in time, we should be able to figure things out. As far as I can tell, we have a known population, a known supply and amount of food that can be produced and managed with water and seeds, and a known number of dwellings, residences and lodgings. If we plug these numbers into equations of supply and demand - I'm sure some monkey out there can figure out how to balance an algebraic equation... </div><div><br /></div><div>It is however, cautioned that the consumerism that feeds the GDP is an effect of transforming the algebraic balance into a differentiated equation - all in an attempt to predict delta Profit over delta time - it is in the hopes of the aftermath, that we can remove the cancerous growth that is the GDP, and find a suitable candidate to integrate the differential equation back into a common, integral algebraic balance... if there were only such a stool's tool...</div>cc'dhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15388262637415712881noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-910703854865323157.post-53486042024206074892009-04-08T12:49:00.000-07:002009-04-08T12:59:08.878-07:00Eurakyotic Development<div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; ">Opisthokonts</span><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiuKTdI1qCN2R51fplo4yPisLYhG-Rnzb-w00Z3g7Zg3daAiHL9wzY5y41-nqIPxx3lqs2rJMoFMGTHKKOZzMX1dlyXdNPpx1iGz2WhhEoR-bTpUpHMHUqnjov0_EPjnM4HEQS44GJ7HVvA/s1600-h/Mitochondria%252C_mammalian_lung_-_TEM.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiuKTdI1qCN2R51fplo4yPisLYhG-Rnzb-w00Z3g7Zg3daAiHL9wzY5y41-nqIPxx3lqs2rJMoFMGTHKKOZzMX1dlyXdNPpx1iGz2WhhEoR-bTpUpHMHUqnjov0_EPjnM4HEQS44GJ7HVvA/s200/Mitochondria%252C_mammalian_lung_-_TEM.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322406290766854386" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhydNJtykr94_t3XYOEwRGa6FIeegSc86funvI_9QZoSZ05jLPXxEvMIUGuiTaW3WGuhGVLekPylQVG8LnkCYijAXVMauBV5pltoMCl4CIAy-zc_yzUWwRWu9KwiEH6691dWY8Dh4q9Y96g/s1600-h/800px-Wenceslas_Hollar_-_Elephant_and_flowers_%2528State_2%2529.jpg"></a><div>I grew up in this forested backyard - grasses grew in tension with the air, flowers flocked in their beds tightly tucked. I was lucky enough to be able to dig through dirt, hands deep in mud - I was always digging up earth worms to watch how they wiggle. I remember having this maniacal sense of magistracy when I'd cut them in half as they wiggled, only to see them sprout the other end out and continue on aerating and billowing. <br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Worms are fantastic creatures - and although I've outgrown the cruel sensation to play god, I still find worms fascinating - as if by studying their innate regeneration ability, we could one day mimic their processes for <a href="http://www.qvmag.tas.gov.au/zoology/invertebrata/printarchive/printtext/inv20aitems.html#20blakemore">medical studies</a>. But the evolutionary stepping stone that worms followed were pale, drawl, and down right boring in comparison to some of our closer brethren - as the bonobos would bellow. </div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><a href="http://itol.embl.de/itol.cgi">Tree of Life</a></span></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDctDE8lXFt3LyCjU9ezK4XdV9z9hCUdZgpA36-k_wipLwGxz7Gl2_HKSSOBjWVPGyKn59VJ16Rl-J8wc-sVNV8184nLeEr3fS61KJT3lBkXZQte5J8hGZe5XOHSGHA9bGhF08shmwgXme/s1600-h/548px-Tree_of_life_with_genome_size.svg.png"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDctDE8lXFt3LyCjU9ezK4XdV9z9hCUdZgpA36-k_wipLwGxz7Gl2_HKSSOBjWVPGyKn59VJ16Rl-J8wc-sVNV8184nLeEr3fS61KJT3lBkXZQte5J8hGZe5XOHSGHA9bGhF08shmwgXme/s200/548px-Tree_of_life_with_genome_size.svg.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322392696387141714" style="float: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; cursor: pointer; width: 182px; height: 200px; " /></a></div><div>Bonobos seem to follow a code of monkey mischief lost in this primitive monkey brain - they tend to be altruists - an art so lost in splattered layers that the sense of the definition is never known to some... Tucked away in a corner of the Democratic Republic of Congo, the pygmy chimp, or aforementioned bonobo, has a DNA that matches our homo sapien variety, between 98 - 99.4%. They eat, they shit, they sleep. They've evolved their brains to understand that equality is a virtue - indicatively so, it is often interpreted that the female bonobo are the dominant sex - but so inconspicuously so as not to be arrogant or obnoxious - the bonobos seems to have mastered the concept of equality. What they've also discovered is the cure-all for any dispute - sex... Bonobos often mutually masturbate each other, enjoy French kissing and petting and are known to be big enthusiasts of PDA, or public displays of affection. <a href="http://www.unl.edu/rhames/bonobo/bonobo.htm">They often enjoy sex</a> prior to eating meals, and are known to be relieved of tension, hostility and overall aggression after sex - which in turn leads to more sharing of food and general care for one another. In doing so, males tolerate this lifestyle of constant sex, and the females form hierarchies of respect and trust in the form of a matriarch. For the most part, a male can be more popular under the wing of a popular bonobetty. In this lifestyle of sharing and sex, the bonobos are arguably the most compassion, empathetic, kind, patient chimps on the planet. No wars and plenty of sex, when they see a fellow bonobo in need or hurt or handicapped, they help. The ultimate altruistic hippy chimp.</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">Amoboezoa</span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhydNJtykr94_t3XYOEwRGa6FIeegSc86funvI_9QZoSZ05jLPXxEvMIUGuiTaW3WGuhGVLekPylQVG8LnkCYijAXVMauBV5pltoMCl4CIAy-zc_yzUWwRWu9KwiEH6691dWY8Dh4q9Y96g/s200/800px-Wenceslas_Hollar_-_Elephant_and_flowers_%2528State_2%2529.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322405610220481666" style="float: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 127px; " /></span><div>But the bonobos' compassion, empathy, kindness and patience are characteristics that makes me think chimps can't be the only ones programmed for this behaviour - it can't be all that bleak to the humans family tree. As bleak as the outlook can be, wolves still bring food back to the pack, walruses and dogs adopt, and dolphins support the injured with a finned crutch in the depths of the oceans... and the bonobos are still monkeys. <br /></div><div><br /></div><div>It's strange to think of admiring a 'so-called' sub-species of life for their altruistic behaviour - this behaviour just doesn't happen that often in my neck of the woods these days. I still push trapped cars out of snow drifts or ditches, hold a door open for an incomer or outgoer, and spare a dime for anyone who asks - but the altruistic sense of 'doing for without' seems to be wrapped in circular logic by the Darwinists themselves - Natural Selection only increases the individuals chance of reproduction... altruism doesn't have a home in the theory of evolution...</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">Chromalveolates</span></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIeWx6plU3_NqWrTAvIYh1fKqeE2B-J-dHCYt7vWaeorEdmTRZo-O11aQ8PEJV5B8bJNBL2QzcwtBNFHqqGTaSLve0UFAW4EWMjW0Ef-ZU_RHPd5UnXTt8mr-2J0onBDYKVO2lstk0Syef/s1600-h/774px-Kessel_Monkey.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIeWx6plU3_NqWrTAvIYh1fKqeE2B-J-dHCYt7vWaeorEdmTRZo-O11aQ8PEJV5B8bJNBL2QzcwtBNFHqqGTaSLve0UFAW4EWMjW0Ef-ZU_RHPd5UnXTt8mr-2J0onBDYKVO2lstk0Syef/s200/774px-Kessel_Monkey.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322405609905239394" style="float: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 155px; " /></a></div><div>As theories evolve, Darwin must be able to respect the path of society chosen by the benevolent bonobo... Survival of the fittest takes on new meanings to these monkeys. The bonobos carved a territory in this planet, have called it home and live a life only hiding from poachers and hunters. Food aplenty and casual sex only a hand tap away... the bonobos defined it all by listening and respecting their women - feminism at it's pure archaic form. It makes me wonder if feminism would thrive the world to the ways of the bonobo - pragmatic sex for all, mouths fed, injured healed, the cold warmed... Survival and existence in the simplest form - survival defined by the way of the bonobo - they've evolved their way to their garden of Eden in the congo - their own monkey utopia. It's too bad we weren't all monkeys... we were only missing 0.6-2% of our DNA to do it... as the great Charlton Heston once proclaimed: <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">"Some apes, it seems, are more equal than others"</span></div>cc'dhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15388262637415712881noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-910703854865323157.post-59077948874874713592009-03-31T10:11:00.000-07:002009-03-31T10:57:34.810-07:00Circle of Fifths<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxkZV5jyeM7A_vlkxEk8Hbc8JUWo2ECdr3y-qTIxJgVj6dNALLcYnDgzQKh1NBcKc2bUnsUz-z8zN5GHtuEfeaXYXy4pBYDeUwTvyhlma-1APRHtli1A5WLqzedFLpt9uPiFxkb_TVPsuj/s1600-h/swirly_circles.jpg"></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhk_JSeDFCSaNDKQsoXvxi_mp6GIA5MIcSxSB7oi5uaxxodncQsy-x22OBn50GdV2h_V6pxRVtNtT1EPsvlDzl5jCLVfNvjsMtEMsGFcaKYa6S8W6A0r4nhIqPiTp5XYjuy96au2QLysAdb/s1600-h/750px-FY221c15.png"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 160px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhk_JSeDFCSaNDKQsoXvxi_mp6GIA5MIcSxSB7oi5uaxxodncQsy-x22OBn50GdV2h_V6pxRVtNtT1EPsvlDzl5jCLVfNvjsMtEMsGFcaKYa6S8W6A0r4nhIqPiTp5XYjuy96au2QLysAdb/s200/750px-FY221c15.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319404904045768898" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVgpBD3r7Jf6xQiSyBsle98zz-neY9OiAvtnv7yohOGo9gdtKVjbS2Y39wH74SKPIu43D2sqgKtUDm5pcjYz2NzcDHl8Z_hzxsXQ39C4Q8JNQZSPWhh_0MsiLpCUQQSVzx6Oe4l4aLF_1X/s1600-h/449px-Diletsky_circle.jpg"></a><div><div>As I hopped onto the rabbit trail some many Easters ago, I turned my back on the hidden eggs my parents so benevolently hid from me. It wasn't as though I was unappreciative of my parents' kind nature of crediting a mythical bunny for their generosity, but I had the fortunate encounter with a rabbit hole big enough to fit my imagination - I no longer found significance in the coloured rabbit eggs hiding in the shrub - I'd always get too distracted by the bees buzzing around the berries that were growing on the shrub. <div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">Chromatic Scaling</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxkZV5jyeM7A_vlkxEk8Hbc8JUWo2ECdr3y-qTIxJgVj6dNALLcYnDgzQKh1NBcKc2bUnsUz-z8zN5GHtuEfeaXYXy4pBYDeUwTvyhlma-1APRHtli1A5WLqzedFLpt9uPiFxkb_TVPsuj/s200/swirly_circles.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319404913188074978" style="float: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 192px; " /></span></div><div>So as plums plopped and carrots karyo-typed their message, my rabbit trail ended at a bus stop. At this bus stop, a Ticketmaster tore of a taped ticket for the ten o'clock boarding to the University of Bunny Concern, or UBC for short. At UBC, this bunny was concerned with the make-up of karyotypes' make-ups - but it was a surreal struggle for this bunny, as if the transformative processes of metamorphosis that the bunny was studying infiltrated it's karyo-types and the carrots the bunny once craved were no longer edible. The evolutionaric metamorpholic contraband that poisoned the bunny was perhaps too self inflicted by the bunny beer busts and bunny burger buffets, but the bunny also began the Universal Bible of Carrot Caution - or UBCC for short. This thesis in bunny boundary definition allow the pain of metamorphosis to be eased by morphic tendencies - cautioning the bunny to beware of carrots Babeling universical tales of evolutionaric mistrust. But anyways, the entirety of the time spent at UBC was not just about UBCC, but more diving into the depths of rabbit holes and infinite numbers. </div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">Pitch Class</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); font-weight: normal; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhotoeVTjbMqOKInoiBmYp5viTtUO7HbU6lTELobOy9XjDNKyyzTNo0pDv47Ew1RjEXATP3tWtt56wiku-tmFEMLRURl0JTjL0coYkJA9DpekMJhzoobosFr7q9IySQrwUcEsbdL0jrbZTU/s200/circle_of_fifths_and_color_wheel.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319404909181168018" style="float: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px; " /></span></span></div><div>There, at UBC, the imagination took on a new defined format - mathematics. The differential formulations defined by the imagination of math told ordinary tales of balance and algebraic braille, but as the UBCC thesis popped it's head out of the rabbit hole, math morphed into differential formulas defined by imaginary numbers predicting ordinate and in-ordinate tales of chaos and limitless life. What the struggle that this bunny found, was that the world of imagination in math only tried to define boundary-value solutions to boundless problems, the world of bunny rabbits is full of boundfull bruises and problems. What really threw a loop in the boundless birth of the UBCC was the radially emitted boundaries of circles, or spheres - the imaginative math that defines these boundaries broke open the limitless possibilities of Wonderland. </div><div><br /></div><div>Wonderland was a limitless boundary, defined by the shape of a sphere - as more mass is added to the sphere, the hemispherical balance of pressure and gravity pushes back out, growing the sphere in a differential logic that puzzles the mathematician. With these growing pains, colours and light suddenly made sense, as if a circle dictated all things unknown to me - a circular path surrounding all my surroundings, falling back to a pre-set path as if all things were dictated by an innate sphere - our atoms. <br /></div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">Equal Tempered Composition</span></div><div>Concurrently, the UBCC thesis seemed to be a collaborative one, as one dark-haired musical bunny once showed me - the circle of rabbit holes and spheres could also be explained by fifths. One explanation I can offer is to define a circle - it has a start, it has and end, if defined by a datum point (or starting point). A straight line on a 2-D notepad didn't define a circle, nor does red define the spectrum of light in a rainbow. If we add more colour to spectrum, or say blue, the rainbow is not yet complete, nor is the circle complete with a secondary line added to the first, or the y-axis added to the x-axis. Now if any of these lines should bend, a third party is added to the mix or pastels, the bend finds the path back to the beginning, and the circle can be defined - as is the yellow to the cauldron of colour, as if the 3rd ingredient blends up the recipe for existence itself. The 3rd ingredient, or 3-D, allows things to live in the real, defined UBC. </div><div><br /></div><div>What the dark-haired bunny explains, in the midst of circling fifths, is that adding ingredients after 3-D explains the necessity for infinite possibilities to exist. The dark haired bunny used musical ingredients to the colour wheel, allowing the explanation of music theory to be displayed by the mish-mash of 3-D yellow-blue-red light spectrum. Compositions of tension, angst, peace and harmony could be made using the colour wheel as guidance, and determined that music, as with colours, as with energy, and as with all things that tripped the curiosity of bunny rabbits down holes were explained by circles. </div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">Enharmonic Key Signatures</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVgpBD3r7Jf6xQiSyBsle98zz-neY9OiAvtnv7yohOGo9gdtKVjbS2Y39wH74SKPIu43D2sqgKtUDm5pcjYz2NzcDHl8Z_hzxsXQ39C4Q8JNQZSPWhh_0MsiLpCUQQSVzx6Oe4l4aLF_1X/s1600-h/449px-Diletsky_circle.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVgpBD3r7Jf6xQiSyBsle98zz-neY9OiAvtnv7yohOGo9gdtKVjbS2Y39wH74SKPIu43D2sqgKtUDm5pcjYz2NzcDHl8Z_hzxsXQ39C4Q8JNQZSPWhh_0MsiLpCUQQSVzx6Oe4l4aLF_1X/s200/449px-Diletsky_circle.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319404899743022290" style="float: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px; " /></a></span></span></div><div>With all good three-dimensional rules and laws, a fourth can always be added to the mix, creating circular bubbles to either burst, or grow serendipitously as if evolution depends on it. We see examples of fourth laws in thermodynamics, creating the unknown, unbewildered state of entropy - in newtonian laws with the insertion of gravity into motions - and in the colour spectrum with the insertion of darkness... The fourth ingredient seems to be the secret one, allowing the rules or laws or entity to actually exist. </div><div><br /></div><div>In the example of spherical proportions, this bunny hopped on the wrong bus for a second - the bright colours and spinning mastery of the Circle of Fifths was too much of a distraction. But proportionately hopping back onto the UBCC, as a 3-D ingredient is added to two sticks, we kind of get the shape of a triangle - sticking oddly with all geometric angles, heating up the Karyo-typed stew to 180 degrees. The cooking time for Karyo-typed stew requires time and a count-up (as opposed to count-down), as the three legs of the triangle can be pushed and harmonized counting from 180 degrees twice, right up to a solidly round 360, or 12 moons by 30 suns. No additional ingredient is necessary for the evolution of a triangle to a circle, just time and space, from 180 to 360, from 6 moons to 12 moons, from 15 suns to 30 suns, and from Karyo-typed to Pro-Karyo-types and Eu-Karyo-typed, like all things evolutionary. </div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">The Pythagorean Comma</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); font-weight: normal; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9CQJ89WLLChmCM7xDkq8qviL2tCY5sfiasvV6m0YIUnUZ6N5WU1RdhDc-dL6bzC1-HsCxrGiHo5KMUkm5nL9JrKeWiDw1bVC1RR_ffG9yqK3YgB17m86y-hJb3q0ttrgVPBl_gPXgQwbQ/s200/Crop_circles_Swirl.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319404907054538578" style="float: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 152px; " /></span></span></div><div>As the evolutionary steps of the UBCC were finalized, UBC burst with admission requests, adding more and more bunnies to the mix. The response was disturbing to this bunny, as the UBCC continually require more and more evolution to it's tale, as if the 4th ingredient was that of the evil eggplant, poisonous to all bunny rabbits. But the fourth ingredient was simply a tale of evolution - adding a new balance to be sought, darkness to the colour wheel, zeroth law to chaos, gravity to all things in motion - and an evolved spherical balance of a circle. So to add a fourth element, or shape to a circle, we dive back into the world of imaginary mathematics (imaginary to this bunny anyways). </div><div><br /></div><div>In the event of a fourth part to the circle, either a bubbly burst can happen (Chaos --> Balance), or the circle finds it's own balance, and the sphere grows larger, into bigger bubble. If more and more fourth elements are added to the sphere, a cone is sustained, creating shapes of carrot-rific proportions and boundaries. The cone, if permanently sustained, grows roots of reckless fervour, pushing cones into wormholes. The permanent sustenance of the 4-D ingredient is one that is left to the world of imaginative math, describing tales of cold fusion in thermodynamics, perpetual motion in newtonian laws and interstellar travel through wormholes in the case of rabbit holes. </div><div><br /></div><div>The UBCC is a cautionary tale of circular logic and unknown tales that are yet to be discovered. The thesis of the UBCC never ended at the UBC, evolutionary magic is pushing the thesis beyond 360 suns x moons into deeper and deeper rabbit holes - internally until the depths of the rabbit hole finds the end...</div></div></div>cc'dhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15388262637415712881noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-910703854865323157.post-76242192661186535262009-03-29T13:00:00.000-07:002009-03-29T14:22:31.220-07:00Five Steps to Aphelion<div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZSy-6xtTG0TFJ-WYdHteN7snTT_5hctrB8CiQchmHQE3yN-Eez3GDl1SJGVMqP7XkgBhpIzca3jiD4gR0MmjXAqOBrDO6Pdj9i52SbJFBj-SQKS29IHZfUAPmbhJZ4lpFdy99K9a9MaYD/s1600-h/orbit_plot_inner_edge.png"></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhl8cfRmzEG3fPzXUEWAd0OvfRHaJteMHKc4Zo3gUis6ABFJxGr1ehX4kRs7xkSb77kDpHtFInkxQmCFajRzj9s7Mx7tw5FwARRFu1DCeKBifcitRzR_5_w4yPnX8PZBDr5zbgWohaj9fBw/s1600-h/654px-EarthsOrbit_en.png"><img style="text-align: left;float: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 184px; " src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhl8cfRmzEG3fPzXUEWAd0OvfRHaJteMHKc4Zo3gUis6ABFJxGr1ehX4kRs7xkSb77kDpHtFInkxQmCFajRzj9s7Mx7tw5FwARRFu1DCeKBifcitRzR_5_w4yPnX8PZBDr5zbgWohaj9fBw/s200/654px-EarthsOrbit_en.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318707639050075362" /></a><div style="text-align: left;">A thought came across my mind a few days back - the career of Will Smith is one of <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Scient</span>-<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">fictious</span> proportions - Independence Day: Alien-blasting action, Men In Black: Alien-hunting action, I-Robot: Robot-hunting action, I am Legend: Post-<span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Apocalyptic</span> action, and of course, Hitch: the finest piece of Science Fiction ever to grace the good shelves of the video store. But with <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">smadderings</span> of other inspirational pieces (Six Degrees of Separation, Pursuit of Happiness, Seven Pounds) Will Smith went from Fresh Prince of Bel-Air to Gene Roddenberry of Distant Planets. It is no surprise to me that his family supports Scientology - his viewpoint on life must be a little enlightened with Asimov and Cruise whispering in his ears (it should be noted that he and his wife are supportive of all religions, and the Smith's do not subscribe to any of life's <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">pre</span>-scripted existences). <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgC8Eb5-mdyIFuMgIZX1cVdm-DBC_-BRiyNa87SgZdHxPvHgObDpHAPPmo7dKOVJws7stytICX-Pmr-NsGykLpOKn29rJXVgBFBxKSsrBYaVV4eblBxukpiOhY7xkrS7kdspeR4dBac1FOX/s1600-h/orbit_plot_inner_edge.png"><br /></a></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">One thing Asimov whispered, was the futuristic world of robotic intelligence. In this portrayal, Smith played a circular logician at heart by the name of <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">Spooner</span> - who held an innate mistrust of all robots that lived amongst him. The plot surrounded the Three Laws of Robotics (Asimov added a Zeroth Law, so as to provide similar priority to the Laws of Thermodynamics) - whereby all humanity would be taken care of by robots (insert Wall-E storyline here) - no robot would harm any human in any type of fashion. But with this plot surrounding Three Laws, a loophole is discovered, only to find that the Three Law system has a hole looped in it - a circular logic nightmare for Artificial Intelligence - <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">Chaos</span> ensues and the Laws are not balanced until Entropy and Chaos are reduced to the Zeroth law, balance. </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "></span><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">Balancing Act</span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_2cGm1J5DaW9Il1dlvZk5eOwwQDvZ8mNHJ1M0c97lR_261kUzJMyI3XIEbnbhgEfIjQEyHwoRndPWu7i_gUpG3upnrUU8Y3MoFt3uJcGvx0CcPFP8TPCkN5I3UdCqK7mSCc-246nor5Ik/s200/atom2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318701860671508578" style="text-align: left;float: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px; " /></span><div style="text-align: left;">To balance the beam of energy in all things, a beginning and and end are created, and along with way, much similar to the career of the aforementioned Smith, an Existence is formed - central to the soul and nervous system - central to the core of the counter-current creases of <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">plasmic</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">plutonic</span> magma mining it's way through the mantle - everything begins and ends. Along the way, all of us roam our minds mimicking the soulful wanderer - driving pillars of thought into <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">cortextual</span> regions pushing us to the brink of insanity - or arguably our imaginations. As we roam the playground of the brain, the search to look inward and outward defines the wanderer. I realize it's difficult to lump things into two categories, but if we define a datum point, or a starting point, in a three-dimensional world, I can still go in polar-opposites - and along the way wanderers venture off into paths in all their spherical dreams, but a beginning and end do exist, along with a left and right, up and down, and inward and outward. If we assign the human body as the datum point, or starting point, the search for Existence can be defined as inward, or outward. The outward search creates definitions of outward, almighty powers - looking into the Heavens in search for any signs. Stars helped the Maya, Clouds and imagination helped the Theist. The search inward involved a more 'in'-depth analysis, magnifying the search for the soul into the tiniest molecules of perception. The search inward is as subjective as the search outward. Existence is subjective to all definitions. </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">To look inward brings on a plethora of other varying subjective definitions - all with the intention to define our actions to predict the future of consequences. Inward looking can be defined by mindful thought, describing the complex balance of chemical and neurons chattering electrochemical signals back and forth - the inward onlooker always describes experiences with definitions of energy beams and auras - the search inwardly always brings the onlooker closer to sentience and balance beams of energy.</div><div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">Electron Clouds</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEincrHrHDiP5oTDZh1ikHYPujeFlsSv30kZx0p-r4maqcPLIgor7Y5IawFAQFifRanwQGtCFZL0oRal_14CU2LDZoODT2oZDCX2Re7iOJMuVAV00IrzZ3T5N46r2AF-SkFM070gfB2mhYHW/s200/o422a.gif" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318701843482126018" style="text-align: left;float: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 198px; " /></span></span></span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "></span><div style="text-align: left;">As the path to inward onlooking proceeds, the electron microscope can mimic Galileo's intentions to look outwardly with the telescope. The electron microscope can be used to look inwardly, at our atomic structure. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10">Schr</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style=";font-family:'@Arial Unicode MS';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">ö</span></span><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11">dinger</span> defined the atom in waves of energy, and proposed electron orbits is terms of energetic <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12">propulsions</span> - rotating at various speeds based on the proximity to the nucleus. An example can be found <a href="http://www.colorado.edu/physics/2000/applets/a2.html">here</a> (click on the heavier elements to see <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13">Schr</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style=";font-family:'@Arial Unicode MS';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">ö</span></span><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14">dinger's</span> waves of electron paths). The paths were then <a href="http://www.csmate.colostate.edu/cltw/cohortpages/viney_old1/atomhistory.html">modelled to predict</a> the electron's consequence of orbital pathways - and created the cloud of orbits, as pictured in the model to the left.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "></span><div style="text-align: left;">So it is evident that all atomic structures, spin - rotating around in a fervor of mass and molecules. If we look outwardly, and seek answers in the Moon and Stars, we would follow traditions instilled by the Maya culture, dedicating our thoughts and charts to mapping the unknown outwardly. It must have perplexed the Maya to a fervor and fear with the <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15">conundrum</span> - why do we always see the same face of the Moon? With all of this spinning and dancing through the skies, why does the Moon remain motionless, as if locked in an ever-lasting fight with the tides of the Earth - the Moon kisses our spinning planet. Is it possible for this conglomerated mass of <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16">asteroidic</span> proportions to be the only spin-less species in our Solar System? The answer to this Cynic is a resounding 'no'. </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">So how does our Moon spin? The subjective aspect to this question sends me on the trip of a lifetime, through space and time, and into the realms of Science Fiction - a topic devoid of time and reasoning, only to be inserted as a 'What-If' category on bookshelves. Through the eons of spinning around the Earth, it's partner, the Moon has balanced its <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17">asteroidic</span> proportions to the mass of the Earth, gently floating across the planes of the ellipsoidal paths of orbitals. As molten cores rotated, mountains evolved sending frictional rotations of molecules to the point of contact, delving into the first <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18">prokaryotic</span> balances of cell structure. As if gravity were the mixing cauldron, the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19">prokaryotic</span> balance splits via mitosis, one cell drawn to the Moon, one cell drawn to the Sun, and so the cycle endured, re-building to the steps of mother nature and gravity, over and over each strand of <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20">deoxyribonucleic</span> goodness. The mitochondrial revolution was afoot - and the Moon towered graciously spinning and engraving its face to our waters - over eons of spinning - the moon finally found the perfect equation to explain gravity's magic - it rotates in proportion to our pull - it spins to match our perfectly sculpted oceans - the magic of spherical orbitals. </div><div style="text-align: left;"><object width="450" height="342"><param name="movie" value="http://www.edumedia-sciences.com/en/fl/526"><embed src="http://www.edumedia-sciences.com/en/fl/526" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="450" height="342"></embed></object><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;">[press rewind in top right corner - other spin 'sites' - </span><a href="http://www.physicalgeography.net/fundamentals/6h.html"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;">here</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;">]</span></a></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">Farseeing Foresight</span></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3bXRcozB-H2HaZrm-QZ6QJz0UYaaYLq7SlPpkMD0Ad07siC9Qo0GGVKrERUjEu0rwwunGxDI-XJHM1WFJvY-xWxeCmIkKinm7KrNrcNiTuJA-Ir7k7K1to-yAFKsxiAAfg3K6lC3i4OLd/s1600-h/650px-Sommerfeld_ellipses.svg.png"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3bXRcozB-H2HaZrm-QZ6QJz0UYaaYLq7SlPpkMD0Ad07siC9Qo0GGVKrERUjEu0rwwunGxDI-XJHM1WFJvY-xWxeCmIkKinm7KrNrcNiTuJA-Ir7k7K1to-yAFKsxiAAfg3K6lC3i4OLd/s200/650px-Sommerfeld_ellipses.svg.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318701858609927858" style="text-align: left;float: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 142px; " /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_2cGm1J5DaW9Il1dlvZk5eOwwQDvZ8mNHJ1M0c97lR_261kUzJMyI3XIEbnbhgEfIjQEyHwoRndPWu7i_gUpG3upnrUU8Y3MoFt3uJcGvx0CcPFP8TPCkN5I3UdCqK7mSCc-246nor5Ik/s1600-h/atom2.jpg"></a><div style="text-align: left;">The outward search was revolutionized by Galileo Galilee as the telescope was pointed to the stars, rather than into each other's windows - and Galilee brought on a new era in outward searching, no longer reliant on mystical powers and false prophets, the stars told a tale of circular logic and eternal dances - solar orbitals. The orbitals' dance are almost defined by gears and pulleys, as if an everlasting tension is pulled tight between the moons and planets - always following a path dictated by unseen waves of energy - balance beams of perfection. With the perfect prom night promiscuously coming to a close, the solar system's balance is one of many. Populating the night's sky through the telescope's treasures. Dust, asteroids, belts, Titans, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21">Plutos</span> and <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22">Charons</span> can all be found drifting <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23">aimfully</span> - all in a circular pattern that only the <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24">kaleidoscope</span> can mimic - repeated patterns of infinity, all the orbitals of our solar system map a cloud of balance, a cloud of electronic pulses finding a set pattern dictated by gravity - the unknown almighty. </div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;">other solar orbits sites - </span><a href="http://www.solstation.com/orbits/solarsys.htm"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;">here</span></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;"> and </span><a href="http://www.kidsastronomy.com/solar_system.htm"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;">here</span></a><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">Circulating Logic</span></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJQt51jykTAAnWlIhcp56RMvLS4Rkpr9k1gyOO49cFbGyh2G0bvKoYKyHZLLEYSrYmBzqcVvxRycS5mfrRn2_m6eLEkSOCGvvYImQ-QQke_xgLJbKGv3lqiaAVpr9bzPG95Y0hGoJ38gnv/s1600-h/orbit_plot_inner.png"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJQt51jykTAAnWlIhcp56RMvLS4Rkpr9k1gyOO49cFbGyh2G0bvKoYKyHZLLEYSrYmBzqcVvxRycS5mfrRn2_m6eLEkSOCGvvYImQ-QQke_xgLJbKGv3lqiaAVpr9bzPG95Y0hGoJ38gnv/s320/orbit_plot_inner.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318718468017908002" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px; " /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;">Courtesy: NASA/<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25">JPL</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26">Caltec</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;">h</span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">I don't often ramble on about being and existence much, but it was quite the experiment in Will Smith's antics as six degrees only separated my random thoughts of Will Smith to Existence to Atomic Structure to the Moon's Rotation to Solar Orbitals. But with only five degrees of separation I'm left with the though of Will Smith's Men in Black - specifically the final sequence depicted below - it reveals a small glimpse of an existence of the universe, <br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">where our solar system rotates in the Milky Way, which rotates with other galaxies - which rotates around a defined sphere, or a marble. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZSy-6xtTG0TFJ-WYdHteN7snTT_5hctrB8CiQchmHQE3yN-Eez3GDl1SJGVMqP7XkgBhpIzca3jiD4gR0MmjXAqOBrDO6Pdj9i52SbJFBj-SQKS29IHZfUAPmbhJZ4lpFdy99K9a9MaYD/s320/orbit_plot_inner_edge.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318718470970773586" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px; " /></span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "></span><div style="text-align: center;">The Sixth degree of my random thoughts involves the electron cloud mimicking the solar orbitals, as the picture of the <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">El</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27">ectron</span> Cloud</span> closely matches the image above of Solar Orbitals by NASA - as if the inward and outward elements of our make-up are all the same. Inside, outside, the make-up of our atoms is universal. As if circular logic could bind all things to the Sixth Degree just the way Perihelion always finds its way back to Aphelion. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><object width="320" height="265"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/xmxZ6ZTiKRU&hl=en&fs=1&color1=0x5d1719&color2=0xcd311b"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/xmxZ6ZTiKRU&hl=en&fs=1&color1=0x5d1719&color2=0xcd311b" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"></embed></object><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div></div>cc'dhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15388262637415712881noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-910703854865323157.post-38561579272952807572009-03-26T21:00:00.000-07:002009-03-26T22:13:47.729-07:00The Shoemaker's Dialogue<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJyv1TNK2rPkiFGgg9BgNH7nfGqq7yeMWZFkKfyswxdXesPHnnrfttUkhZyoGr0rr0Fm42yN2ilHVFtRPhxus7WEQlYN_L7vzLITfqwc3n_4b3sIw-z0gy7Y37u6CQI9NIkv9-LeTGthHk/s1600-h/Dionysiou_Monastery_Codex_90.jpg"></a><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;">As if tripping back through time Simon said the world was black - and so the moon would set.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;">As if reaching for some red, Simon said the sky would fall, and Chicken Littles would be King</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;">As if writing with a pen, Simon said the words will last, and the legacy would be read...</span></div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">On Comparison</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhyphenhyphenEwM2BTXZDYaYQJSuAM1HBQewzBa8-XuwqvPPcX1P8pUbUpfy2ZXAQBZqdv5I3o7jmdFh5oIFLQ42gUjTkH44Oz22rQJMYrPm8x7aj0WFY5VpLHJvl5YyI6TnHzTe-grlgg_tr0Y6T0C/s1600-h/Socrates_and_Plato.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhyphenhyphenEwM2BTXZDYaYQJSuAM1HBQewzBa8-XuwqvPPcX1P8pUbUpfy2ZXAQBZqdv5I3o7jmdFh5oIFLQ42gUjTkH44Oz22rQJMYrPm8x7aj0WFY5VpLHJvl5YyI6TnHzTe-grlgg_tr0Y6T0C/s200/Socrates_and_Plato.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317722062740899954" style="float: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; cursor: pointer; width: 146px; height: 200px; " /></a></span></span></div><div>I had recently been discussing the definition of a pragmatic viewpoint and the cynical view point - the topic irked my brain into action. By purely going by definition from any standardized dictionary of smebrlcad ltretes, the pragmatic logician ranks viewpoints on practicality, utilizing priority-driven responses to dictate the moral and human response to thought. The pragmatic logician requires years of ethical assessment to dictate the proper response sequencing, but provided enough varied input, the pragmatic logician can easily dictate any diplomatic hostage situation. The cynical, however, is said to question the true nature of evil and mistrust itself, the cynic chooses to doubt every word ever spoken or written thinking that selfish interest is the only consequence available to an action - the <a href="http://www.iep.utm.edu/c/cynics.htm">cynic</a> does not believe in the altruistic, or the benevolent. The cynic is sometimes mis-informed and is most definitely mis-interpreted.</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">On Cynicism</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); font-weight: normal; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLpUEwp9wX9840sqbj4zb4YAWh_vI7PqJh4NYJaMqPv5z-9CwB93VM03HLNDnmeeSzYrrenTGVEK1HjeCIt3HvBt1JkkbNFYw43We5w10YjTC3xTK04jyuHEKZXvVATsH6jwxQh1Y18bIt/s200/Plutarch.gif" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317722062414825266" style="float: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; cursor: pointer; width: 186px; height: 200px; " /></span></span></div><div>The Cynics, were first and foremost dedicated to the teachings of Socrates. In the advent of the 5th Century B.C. - the Greeks were sent a gift from Zeus, Hades and Poseidon - the foresight of knowledge and understanding ethical practice - the revolution of Philosophy. The conversations of Socrates and his closest associate, Simon the Shoemaker, were often in deep reflection from observation of the world around them. Simon, having been quite studious in the practice of leather-stitching, grew quite contemplative as the years passed alongside Socrates - and chose to continue following the conversations, even when provided more lucrative offerings to join the King's Parade as Court Jester in the role of Political Philosopher (a modern day Political Scientist perhaps?) - Simon said no, I choose to use neither my poverty nor my trade as a pretext for not doing philosophy - said in context of freedom of speech and the role of a Court Jester's lack of it - and so the Cynics were born. </div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">On Pragmatic Determination</span></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJyv1TNK2rPkiFGgg9BgNH7nfGqq7yeMWZFkKfyswxdXesPHnnrfttUkhZyoGr0rr0Fm42yN2ilHVFtRPhxus7WEQlYN_L7vzLITfqwc3n_4b3sIw-z0gy7Y37u6CQI9NIkv9-LeTGthHk/s1600-h/Dionysiou_Monastery_Codex_90.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJyv1TNK2rPkiFGgg9BgNH7nfGqq7yeMWZFkKfyswxdXesPHnnrfttUkhZyoGr0rr0Fm42yN2ilHVFtRPhxus7WEQlYN_L7vzLITfqwc3n_4b3sIw-z0gy7Y37u6CQI9NIkv9-LeTGthHk/s200/Dionysiou_Monastery_Codex_90.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317726550948475058" style="float: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 136px; " /></a><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; ">The Cynics were born from the stumblings and grumblings of a poor, soleful, shoemaker. Simon sat at his side, using the neurons of his mind, sending brainwave after brainwave of new thought into stashes of memory banks. Having lived his life in poverty, he saw, he undoubtedly wept, and he whisked his tongues with laces in servitude to an Empire. He listened, he connected, he understood, he questioned, and he wrote. He began using his pre-destined aptitude for lacing and penned arguably the greatest works of art ever lost - he wrote the words of Socrates himself. He penned the Socratic Dialogue - or more uncharacteristically aliased as the Shoemaker's Dialogues. </span></span></div><div><br /></div><div>The Cynics were raised from the unworldly insanity of this man's refusal - the refusal to be rich. Simon said at a time, words of wisdom so proficiently powerful, prose itself proliferated it's prolific prowess to Providence. And the rich had noticed - blanketed in the deep depths of Hades, the political powers at play persuaded Aristotle himself - and were empowered with the wisdom of a philosopher reaching the people, or the political pawns. But the true philosophers noticed that the censorship and freedoms of speech lost when philosophizing in a political framework defeated the principles of philosophy itself - even Aristotle realized this - the Cynics realized this.</div><div><br /></div><div>The Cynics were labelled as 'speechdom' fighters - hanging onto the words of truth no matter what the cost. Simon refused the bribes and offerings of the Empire, and instead chose to live life poor, with opportunity to take care of his sole - his hobby, Shoemaking. In his craft, Simon wrote 33 dialogues, or writings, or essays:</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><ul><li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">On the Gods</span><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"> </span><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"> </span></span></li><li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">the Good</span><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"> </span><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"> </span></span></li><li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">on the Honourable</span><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><br /></span></li><li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">what the Honourable is</span><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"> </span><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"> </span></span></li><li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">the first Dialogue on Justice</span><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"> </span><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"> </span></span></li><li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">the second Dialogue on Justice</span><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><br /></span></li><li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">on Virtue</span><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"> </span><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"> </span></span></li><li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">showing that it is not to be taught</span><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"> </span><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"> </span></span></li><li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">the first Dialogue on Courage<br /></span></li><li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">the second</span><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"> </span><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"> </span></span></li><li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">the third</span><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"> </span><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"> </span></span></li><li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">on Laws<br /></span></li><li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">on the Art of Guiding the People</span><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"> </span><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"> </span></span></span></li><li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">on Honour</span><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><br /></span></li><li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">on Poetry</span><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"> </span></span></li><li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">on Good Health</span><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"> </span><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"> </span></span></span></li><li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">on Love</span><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><br /></span></li><li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">on Philosophy</span><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"> </span></span></li><li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">on Knowledge</span><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"> </span><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"> </span></span></span></li><li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">on Music</span><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><br /></span></li><li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">on Poetry </span><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"> </span></span></li><li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">on what the Honourable is</span><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"> </span></span></li><li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">on Teaching</span><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><br /></span></li><li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">on Conversation</span><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"> </span></span></li><li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">on Judgement</span><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"> </span><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"> </span></span></span></li><li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">on the Existent</span><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><br /></span></li><li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">on Number</span><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"> </span></span></li><li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">on Diligence</span><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"> </span><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"> </span></span></span></li><li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">on Activity</span><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><br /></span></li><li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">on Covetousness</span><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"> </span><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: normal; "></span></span></span></li><li><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: normal; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">on Insolence</span><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"> </span><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"> </span></span></span></span></span></li><li><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: normal; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">on the Honourable</span><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"> </span></span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><br /></span></li><li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Some also add to these dialogues[]</span><br /></li></ul></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;"></span></div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">On Activism</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2rhiOwk39rlPYWvbQcYz3fi_9bs1rutDwUjz-HLUpWHIJoX7d4ktqavs7Q-hzYSf_9bc3NFmV8wnI08XnhHE1QdiCU2Vuy3jI7RBZSBoJkHdewCseo06J4ocYq7BxFgW4cRhmuJro5LgN/s1600-h/Hobnail_%2528PSF%2529.png"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2rhiOwk39rlPYWvbQcYz3fi_9bs1rutDwUjz-HLUpWHIJoX7d4ktqavs7Q-hzYSf_9bc3NFmV8wnI08XnhHE1QdiCU2Vuy3jI7RBZSBoJkHdewCseo06J4ocYq7BxFgW4cRhmuJro5LgN/s200/Hobnail_%2528PSF%2529.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317722051085577362" style="float: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 143px; " /></a></span></span></div><div>The Cynics determined self-sustenance was the key ingredient to the soup of our dirty sole-less feet. Simon says: "Let me become Simon the shoemaker so that I might converse with philosophers such as Socrates" - and so the Cynics did what Simon said, casting off richness and glory, all for the sake to be heard in free words - the Cynics decided that a life of self-sustenance on free thought is a life worth living - and so the Cynics followed the Shoemaker in a life of self-sustaining happiness, free from the dependence on external goods and circumstances - in a healthy mental state. The Cynics chose to choose their Significances - as evident through the odd behaviour of Diogenes the Cynic, who would hug statues in the depths of the worst winter colds, and would be rewarded as consequence, to the indifference to cold temperatures, and would no longer need extra clothing or heating to keep warm - his brain was indifferent to temperature senses. </div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">In Conclusion</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); font-weight: normal; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinMEFcxnUJVXCI5p4OrTtP-9_v0SbcY31-BiVCQXXAesLmeywilYSQpBrPAO8RdyfMgl5JwcelDbg3c5egBbakvbbgqKuJupmhy4pAH8tfWi0oILeaMppCcq1SjOGTOYyGXhiDyvNDEuTl/s200/619px-Athena_Herakles_Staatliche_Antikensammlungen_2648.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317723619685886306" style="float: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 194px; " /></span></span></div><div>The Cynic reduces needs to a bare minimum. Simon wrote the teachings lost from an existence - the existence of Socratic Dialogue, and the lost key to assimilation of politics and philosophy. Philosophy lost the race for political prowess - all the cynical preachings of a soulful, pragmatic, Cynic. It now 2500 years since the tales of the Cynics were first told, and philosophy is still an art lost without a Shoemaker - choosing to hang out in cobbler's markets and discussing in free contextual manner. The political merger between philosophy died when the lost art of Simon the Shoemaker's dialogues were lost - never to be restructured again. The Cynics were followers, dedicated to preserving the Socratic Dialogue in the hopes of better uses - but 2500 years later, the political game is still one that is wrought with religious intentions. Philosophy has arguably evolved since the days of Simon's sayings, merging into Scientific realms stretching our i<a href="http://obd201.blogspot.com/2009/01/to-daleks-humans-seem-overly-fond-of.html">'</a>maginations to unarguable truth - and perhaps with this better understanding of human interactions, benevolences, altruisms, regrets, faiths, justices and health a new breed of Philosophical thought may evolve - one of Pragmatic determination and Cynical sensibility that only true sentience can comprehend - a Philosophy of Life - and the mad scribblings of a few Shoemakers...as Socrates said, the shoemaker is dutiful in the "art of taking care of one's soul".</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;">"Simon the shoemaker [...] someone who is greater in wisdom than anyone ever was or will be"- Aristippus <br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;">"Zeno said that Crates was sitting in a shoemaker's shop and reading aloud Aristotle's Protrepticus which he had written for Themison, the Cyprian king. In it he said that no one had more advantages for being a philosopher, for he had great wealth so that he could spend money on this activity and still have his repuatation intact. And Zeno said that while Crates was reading, the shoemaker was attentive but all the while kept on with his stitching. And Crates said, It seems to me, Philiscus, that I should write a Protrepticus for you, since I see that you have more advantages for being a philosopher than the man for whom Aristotle wrote"</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;"> -<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;"> </span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;">Teles apud Stobaeus Anthologium</span></span><br /><div><br /></div></div>cc'dhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15388262637415712881noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-910703854865323157.post-64010713109227760722009-03-24T11:00:00.000-07:002009-03-24T17:15:15.735-07:00Home Grown Juice<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRfuI7S_IFejQS9aI_ijNcuyYU_NvG_GEOTjmhza2O0EnOJ_u3HxgS5pyA_81xLU8VGuaFMsvXKjCiziqt-GAPpTAyR36vQvry-I2A01A0h1-YCTFJhWkDBwUdiPun1sPlQ1zUWYZMf0ur/s1600-h/star_detector.gif"></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhs44duT_UFLX3Ffp6rxO3tC2bml8hH1qPxe8twB6K6RyPAPQdtm1kC-Pk7gleupPR1D-3iSI2tFsEp-wR0IjlhhzXmXEPjLRSS1JDMgGW7-HSXP2302XqNePgRWw1oAerGStNiAD1bv4k3/s1600-h/purple_haze.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhs44duT_UFLX3Ffp6rxO3tC2bml8hH1qPxe8twB6K6RyPAPQdtm1kC-Pk7gleupPR1D-3iSI2tFsEp-wR0IjlhhzXmXEPjLRSS1JDMgGW7-HSXP2302XqNePgRWw1oAerGStNiAD1bv4k3/s200/purple_haze.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316831067397147378" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhVEuqbrNx73yVFkuY7jBCACr0XJS1vbbX2vSRRNMnLwoJa6xslBNDG2QhZnWN_mS87Dqvd_6MWzVnoowD2G1I9lW86UHau0cVxB3VI8wtyLkHDl4cfqJi4qQZcS4NR9GXifpLdkjmh9Ic/s1600-h/nubian+art.JPG"></a><div>As the days go on and my search for a permanent job continues, I've been contemplating several different Plan 'A's right to <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">P</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">lan 'ZZZ</span>' - but one thing I've found so strange, that with all my trials and tribulations for an educated degree I still cannot find employment in my home town that fits me. I think, for the most part, I've been slapped with a big fat label on my forehead - as if that $40,000 education typecast me as a 'B-movie-extra' - left to sit in the background while 'more-experienced men' (i apologize to you ladies, but come-on, it's mostly men at the top, i doubt I'd take on such a negative tone if a few ladies were in charge of corporate buffoonery - well most ladies** anyways [** ladies refers to the exclusion 'Wedding Planning' as a hobby on a curriculum vitae] but i digress) plan the structure and organization of our economic make-up. Well, as it continues, my great leaders have still not come up with any tangible plan to rescue 'our' economy - nothing. Canada has been exposed to a purplish curtain curtailing our curiosity to the point where we still somehow have a housing and banking industry floating above the complete crash - or do we? At this point in time, Canada is balancing on the edge of a cliff, moving slightly downgrade, but horizontally along the plane of the cliff - Canada has managed to balance on the edge of disaster, while never fully acknowledging we need help and we're in trouble. The sub prime mess that stirred up to the melting pot in the U.S. is a homegrown remedy of our own - we sucked in the spoonfuls of rotten cough medicine, and are about to puke up the phloem all over ourselves. <br /></div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">Plan 'ZZZ'</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZmoCwZPnaNfiDmycswYa-Jq-rXo0_mYupZjVT15o228URKfRAniYmt4_JPJs9hqZv41TsYp5FMfHK-okG4Sx27KELudgiS3N6z6Q7vRYUaFvC_D87H9HOwqfM7aTZWdJbO5N1HnQfuzFI/s1600-h/zzz_5e.gif"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZmoCwZPnaNfiDmycswYa-Jq-rXo0_mYupZjVT15o228URKfRAniYmt4_JPJs9hqZv41TsYp5FMfHK-okG4Sx27KELudgiS3N6z6Q7vRYUaFvC_D87H9HOwqfM7aTZWdJbO5N1HnQfuzFI/s200/zzz_5e.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316831566732519618" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 118px;" border="0" /></a></span></span></div><div>When I first was searching for a property to purchase, I was offered a plethora of different options to mortgage, 5%, 15%, 0% down all at my fingertips. My broker and I discussed the 0% down option, which she negatively criticized and I agreed, but the option was still there. Now if we insert the right proportion of 'unscrupulous' individuals into our equation - where rich get rich quicker than you can say ponzi, the 0% down option suddenly becomes this cash cow of a farmer's wet dreams - just walk right up and buy the farm! Who cares that the bank will actually own it for 70% of my lifetime, I can live the now! And as if the leadership of Canada is still living in the now of 2006, the Stools at the top are bailing out executives, again. </div><div><br /></div><div> The U.S. has led the way exposing the plight that the common Capitalist endures. Capitalism requires competition - the driver behind the wheel to ensure that fair prices are to be delivered on time to all delivery recipients. However, as capitalism grows, a Capital peaks, and is eventually reached - one winner amongst all deliver drivers - these are the ones that figure out the streamlined effect for perfect growth - growth that has no boundaries and evolves with humans and technology - growth that is delivered on time and at the perfect temperature for digesting - the perfect pizza delivery boy. Capitalism can thrive on this type of delivery boy. But what we see today isn't quite capitalism anymore - it's more of a collusion or <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">colluding effect</span>. The competition to deliver fair prices is still there, however there are only a few at the top that have figured it all out - how to plug their electric drivers into the global, mass communication world of the online and global delivery service - how to play the game that is dictated by sets of rules dictated by the conductor of all global traffic. The question still remains - who is that global conductor of drivers and delivery? Who conducts the orchestra? <br /></div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">The Colluding Effect</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); font-weight: normal;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjP3LsqLTcBQdl_Fg19sL5a1lUyMClCBU5f47TTg8g5emZH9ACfbHxBhI8wNLhWkN5MynnSaMhznZMGP6U-6EQ0ks5q1Sa29WBNZRZrVInbPrmq2VySpEHfx16ImwCAZM6TrSBYeo6twSPd/s200/EEGraph4_Collusion_Profit.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316831025247070578" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 182px;" border="0" /></span></span></div><div>The question can inevitably be answered - the consumers - us. The US may still be defined in a capitalistic fashion - however with capitalism, we as us, observe that capitalism really only serves those at the top - as stratification of incomes is an easy economic target to monitor - the old saying "the rich get richer and the poor get poorer" really hasn't died now has it? (unlike "what's good for the goose is good for the gander", who's saying died off when we realized that men and women are very different species) Now in the instance of competition, I'll present the scenario of going 'grass-roots' - Grass, in particular, can be grown as a seed product for lawns and landscaping - Grass just grows - as easy of a grass-roots analogy as I can get. Grass relies on water, water is available to us all at a fair price (see below). If I choose to start a new job (as I explained, my government hasn't found me a job yet) and begin my own grass-turf company, I need - a shop, building and area for growth ~ $500,000, or $10,000 per month. Seed product and start-up costs ~$5000 - time and labour - Free. Developing clientele - walking and talking and typing. So if we examine the most difficult tasks above, developing clientele and the time and labour are definitely the most difficult tasks to finish - yet these are the ones that are free! The easiest task, buying grass seed and dirt and finding a building, are easy, but the most expensive. So irregardless of this paradox, I go on and develop a clientele, grow grass seed and start selling - I've observed the market, my prices are fair and I make a profit. Now, as it stands, two scenarios can play out. </div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>1)<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>I'm approached by my competition, the uber-powerful and ultra growth oriented GrassMart, who offer me a fair price for my business, I can either a) accept the offer or b) reject the offer.<br /></div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>a) by accepting the offer I've closed shop, made some money and moved on to greener pastures<br /></div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>b) i reject the offer. Now under this scenario, timing is a big key indicator. How long have I been in business to pay off my initial investment and have turned a profit to actually make money. This is where under a 'colluding' scenario, the big dogs are the only ones to bark, and their bite is mean. Collusion of an industry allows the product providers, or delivery boys, to dictate the price of their services. These are instances where the value of a product can be manipulated by these individuals, for example OPEC<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">***</span>. In my rejection of the offer, I suffer the consequences of an open market being dictated by measures out of my control. If I reject the offer, I can see the value of my grass seed product plummet, down the drain and sustainability of my grass-roots effort can easily be pissed on and destroyed. Just like that.</div><div><br /></div><div>(There is a c) scenario where I reject the offer and GrassMart comes and slaps a lawsuit for seed-patent infringement, but I should move on....)</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">***</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRfuI7S_IFejQS9aI_ijNcuyYU_NvG_GEOTjmhza2O0EnOJ_u3HxgS5pyA_81xLU8VGuaFMsvXKjCiziqt-GAPpTAyR36vQvry-I2A01A0h1-YCTFJhWkDBwUdiPun1sPlQ1zUWYZMf0ur/s1600-h/star_detector.gif"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRfuI7S_IFejQS9aI_ijNcuyYU_NvG_GEOTjmhza2O0EnOJ_u3HxgS5pyA_81xLU8VGuaFMsvXKjCiziqt-GAPpTAyR36vQvry-I2A01A0h1-YCTFJhWkDBwUdiPun1sPlQ1zUWYZMf0ur/s200/star_detector.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316831843255834338" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 157px;" border="0" /></a></span></span></div><div>However with OPEC, this consortium maintains the oil price at a fair value. The rise in the price of oil during the years from 2003 - 2007 were a function of the massive growth and consumerising nature of the US - it peaked as the US economy peaked and plummeted in turn. The US created the rise in oil prices, not the OPEC. But as things expanded, Canada went on and started to build the great machine that digs, pumps and pushes oil on us. The costs, as things expanded, also expanded, creating a bubble of expensive food, expensive gas and expensive lifestyles. In Canada, with oil at $50 USD, we still pay $0.85 for a liter gasoline ($3.22 per gallon). What could be happening, and this is all speculative of course, is that Canada can no longer sell it's expensively produced oil to the world. The world no longer needs our dirty oil, so we keep it for ourselves. But as we keep it for ourselves, we don't buy any other cheap - easily accessible oil. The oil that keeps our tanks at $0.55 a liter, the oil that keeps the costs of our lifestyles down. Canada has just seen an inflationary bump in costs to everything that relies on oil and gas to grow. Food, clothing, and all the pizza <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">delivery drivers</span> across this nation will have to pay a little more. This is a product that we never asked for, but is being pushed on us by the refusal to compete in a Capitalistic world. </div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">delivery drivers</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9sgArDk2CoV11Wly4bFSTkvdhyphenhyphenGfBeqtTn732PDytWNEMOU3Myiw6FsKZgLrRysQw1_O7jfPdyv55I9cgGREu-yq8X8Tqlh-r3XxAckCw6fHBGTZJJKboOKctDNj22TE_ttMWEElSZYI-/s1600-h/t-line2.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9sgArDk2CoV11Wly4bFSTkvdhyphenhyphenGfBeqtTn732PDytWNEMOU3Myiw6FsKZgLrRysQw1_O7jfPdyv55I9cgGREu-yq8X8Tqlh-r3XxAckCw6fHBGTZJJKboOKctDNj22TE_ttMWEElSZYI-/s200/t-line2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316831086837346514" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 111px;" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3-gW4wVz0CTTTL5AN4MfNiFruEGs1lbWTNTQgVk3hVBYNGwrz9BESFwPMer8tTDtRN0qFciO6FBrZtd-LQaHh6l3XKJj7qNGcOhI1cP0FNrlL5EDFjZDprSnh9J86_WPkgPBSGhDBAX_Y/s1600-h/star_detector.gif"><br /></a></span></span></div><div>Approximately a week ago, Canada's leaders spoke up and discussed one of our most precious resources, our Water. As the world grows hungrier and gets thirstier, water is becoming an ever-increasing more valuable resource. Huh - imagine that - the element that composes 90% of our body mass, and we can't get enough of it clean. Anyways, Canadian leaders showed great valour, saying, 'This is Ours - We Need to Protect our Resources". Valid point, valid case. There is a case where water is essential to all of us, if Canada has mis-managed resource allocation, or if this Global Warming threat is real, we do need to protect ourselves - I agree. But if we look at number and equations (... starts to drool...) <a href="http://www.parl.gc.ca/information/library/PRBpubs/prb0554-e.html">30.3%</a> of Canadians rely on <a href="http://www.ec.gc.ca/water/en/info/pubs/FS/e_FSa5.htm">groundwater</a>, the remaining 26 million or so get water from other fresh sources, rivers, great lakes, rain, snow, etc... Groundwater is part of the sub-class, <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">Freshwater</span>, as contaminants picked up from it riding gravity through soil, waste and material eventually ends up as a murky aquifer or aquitard, laying in a bed of geological structure and rocks. Canada has begun to research our reserves, with one study being executed to determine a "facility for the extraction of up to 300,000 m3/a" (alot of water - humans use about 15-20 m3 daily). But what the research and reporting will do is determine that Canada has a heckuvalota groundwater. So water, water everywhere, why not have a drink?</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><a href="http://cgullworld.blogspot.com/2007/06/how-much-water-is-on-earth.html">Freshwater</a></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); font-weight: normal;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_a3nVzgipcjC1QJcF-gwKTTmCuSaFVp2t9xEhXEt_puSN30FIz_sv4Soy8z8pjDqb1S0GbvRgW1il6wprtudPV5dESg-wpub_ugZGG39Buoz0WtkD2tBtZeIEZ8k7m8o8eTKzDAUcXhPM/s200/world-top-ten-fresh-water-supply-map.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316831558213776130" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 123px;" border="0" /></span></span></div><div>The glory to have water as a great resource should depict the value to it's people - it's population. So as a Canadian, I am a little perplexed why we fall in the category of 'not-so-good-<a href="http://www.dailykos.com/story/2007/7/12/162926/000">water-managemen</a>t' - see <a href="http://www.ec.gc.ca/water/en/info/facts/e_domestic.htm">here.</a> Apparently, Canadians pay a little more for their water. As a vast country in the North, we don't quite equal Mexican water costs, or Japanese costs, or the US's, or Australia's. We pay more for our water to drink and swim. We clean it up, distribute it through our faucets into our 90%+ make-up. The completely renewable water source. </div><div><br /></div><div>So with room to grow, the conundrum for a nation is - do we grow? Do we grow water? Do we harvest this resource and distribute it off into the poorer countries, capitalizing on their misfortunes? I fear that the words of our politicians have set this up - we want to protect our vast resources - we want to value what we have - we want to set a price on our water for trade. It will soon be discovered that Canada may hold a key to the Groundwater conundrum - it may soon be discovered that we have our own Nubian Aquifer - an aquifer in Africa so big it could provide water for 1,000,000 people - but is so wrapped up in political upheaval that no one can figure out how to pump it out... But what Canada also holds is the power to turn the faucet on - to pump and dig - but what I fear is that Canada's water may become so polluted with capitalistic intentions that our waters and our livelihoods become controlled by interests that aren't my own. </div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">Nubian Aquifer</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhVEuqbrNx73yVFkuY7jBCACr0XJS1vbbX2vSRRNMnLwoJa6xslBNDG2QhZnWN_mS87Dqvd_6MWzVnoowD2G1I9lW86UHau0cVxB3VI8wtyLkHDl4cfqJi4qQZcS4NR9GXifpLdkjmh9Ic/s1600-h/nubian+art.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhVEuqbrNx73yVFkuY7jBCACr0XJS1vbbX2vSRRNMnLwoJa6xslBNDG2QhZnWN_mS87Dqvd_6MWzVnoowD2G1I9lW86UHau0cVxB3VI8wtyLkHDl4cfqJi4qQZcS4NR9GXifpLdkjmh9Ic/s200/nubian+art.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316831062420503938" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 162px; height: 200px;" border="0" /></a></span></span></div><div>If Canada were to lead this charge, and once delineation of our waters is determined, we need to step up - cut our own water bills first, and consider water an essential element of life - no cost associated with water. Every one should be able to find a free faucet for life. Conservation will be key, however once this step is concluded, we can set up international aid donations. For every dollar donated of water, a tanker is filled and shipped to a third world filling station - free of charge with the donations of dollars. Canada could feed the world the tastiest kool-aid coloured flavour to tickle all taste buds - the taste of water - if we only lost our competitive intentions. </div><div><br /></div><div><div>Water is born of elemental nature - </div><div>Water is a unique element, displaying sublimation characteristics unknown to any other earth element - </div><div>Water is a secret ingredient to life itself - </div><div>Water is a liquid at room temperature and pressure - </div><div><br /></div><div>Competition is born of thermodynamic entropy - greed<br /></div><div>Competition is a cloned ideal, displaying destructive characteristics on all earth elements.<br /></div><div>Competition is a secret ingredient to slavery itself.<br /></div><div>Competition is a curse in modern times and a technological age. <br /></div></div>cc'dhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15388262637415712881noreply@blogger.com2