Wireless Wavelengths

Injecting Synapses

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

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

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

Ανθρώπινη ενέργεια Δοκοί

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

Verts

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

Syncing Subsonic Sequence

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

Gold and Rainbows

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

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

ISO 9001

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

Mirroring Messaging

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

Trickled Pricks

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

Connotated Cratering

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

Petroleated Pathways

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

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

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

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

Message Mirrored

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

Propagating Propaganda

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

Nursery Rhymes

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

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

Sublime

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

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

Tensile Intentions

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

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

Expanding Viewpoints

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

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

Sacred Geometry

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

Flowers of Life

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

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

DS9'ed

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

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

Polished Slice of Petrified Wood - Michael Gäbler

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

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

Dream States

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

Rapidly Moving Sockets

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

Lunar Context

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

Deja Vu

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

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

"The lunatic is a wakeful dreamer" - Kant

Technocratic Empathy

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.  

Grass Rooted

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:

"... 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"

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.  

Pollinating

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" (as scientists and engineers often get labelled with), 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 Technocracy Van.   

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.    

Underground Mirroring

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.  

Propagating Propaganda 

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...

Cryogenic Leeching

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.  

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.  

Suckling Soles

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...  

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...

Chronos Killers

Cryonics involves the speculative stabilization of a viable brain from a patient who is legally deceased (Cryonics Website - http://www.cryonics.com).  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.  

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).

Allied Atheists Alliance

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.  

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... 

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... 

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.

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...

Melting Away

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...