sources of ignition

I know it's been a while, and there are a couple of links to update... but other questions/thoughts have been rattling around over the past few weeks to the point where maybe if i list 'em out my brain will be allowed to move on.

While on Hulu i came across the Dresden Files. The television series was fair, but it was enough to spark my interest to go out looking for the book series it was based on. I figured this would be a basic trilogy situation, easy to track and check out... to my surprise instead i found 13 books, and short-stories - even an RPG that all held true to the mythos. (I've read most of Stephen King's Gunslinger and the Dark Tower series but I still feel like Jim Butcher's Dresden Files has been my first real taste of Urban Fantasy. Maybe the Gunslinger was western fantasy? Have to think on that one later...)

Combine this hit with a binge on Anime, which I've not done in years, (okay i admit i was tired of lousy reality TV programming and reruns so this provided a much better source of writing and story lines) combined into a perfect storm of inter-linking chaos of patterns and concepts. One that led back on older musings of why humans do what they do. The most simplistic reasons seem to be a need to protect something - or maintain a status quo and a need to change - or change the status quo

Yet there seem to be other subsets lurking just below, usually tagged on to the top two but able to be its own reason and purpose to act or abstain from interference.

Survival will force a choice internally at some point that will cause action. Let's face it humans are hard-wired to survive and numbers can swing the balance.(but the debate of single v. group is one for another time)

Curiosity and the 'what ifs' - there seems to be some innate human need to test scenarios and change perimeters. I think this might be why games, card, board and computer have all had such a profound impact on world, as they allow a chance to learn without the general fear of impending death most of the time.

The other subset would be the business of risk v. reward. Seeking the payoff of the 'golden ring' either obsession drives us to the exclusion of all else no longer looking at the costs it will exact upon us in the bargain, or we see it's value to enhance our current situation and have bartered it down to what appears to be an acceptable price that may come with buyer's remorse later.

Something to think on later when it bubbles back up to the consciousness of this reality...

Scattered Thoughts and Updates

I seem to do more posts like this anymore than any other. Sometimes I wonder if this blog is worth keeping any more - it's not as though there is a regular update schedule or even a general thread other than the general questioning of this reality and my semi lucid ideas of sanity and the requirements to blend into the crowd.

One day the deeper thought of the moment was not so much how many changes we experience as we hover between political, social and religious factions we encounter throughout our lives. Is it possible to maintain one's integrity or would the sophists argue that integrity is just one more illusion in a life that is nothing but a twisted form of jungle living (each preying on the other) and brutish survival at worst?


I've added a few more links to the side. The first is in the Hito no Tabi section (as I'm not really sure where it best fits into the sorting on the side) - I stumbled upon The Nourishing Gourmet when trying to find a good soy sauce, which if you have a palette for such can be a real trick. The site seems quite interesting and who knows maybe I'll start cooking a bit more again. Cooking for one is rather pointless for me most of the time - all the effort that goes into the prep, might as well just get a 50lb bag of Bachelor Chow and watch some Futurama.

The other links are in the comic section. So far I've enjoyed the story telling through them all - but have yet to figure out their publishing schedule. A Softer World - many would call this comic just wrong, but there is a dry wit in it's ironic cynicism that one reads at their own risk.  Dresden Codak - one of the only comics I've come across that uses so much philosophy in it's creation of a world that contains segments such as Dragons & Discourse. The final comic added to the section is Rice Boy. So many stories lay in waiting here, the art is good and the storytelling is of a quality I can see Evan Dahm's tales becoming an animated feature or two.

UPDATE:
So I guess updating stuff comes in spurts in its' own convoluted way - - reorganization always seems to happen that way. Some bits either have to hit critical mass before change can occur or just adding a couple of things cause a shift in growth that was unexpected.

Added a couple of link groups along the side  with additional links added to the mix. I mean what 's the point of a topic with only one link? - - anyway don't read to much into it as I'll most likely be going through a link consolidation later - without a destination many times the minutia of the day to day is all we have left :P

Mumbled in Passing

We look for reason… a reason to do something, anything.

But isn’t that just justification, a hope, for reward or gain toward some end that we believe our reason will lead us to?

For without a reason, even just that small one to survive that is hard coded inside the system, would we do anything at all?

just one more thing to think about...

Distracted

Realizations can be scary at times... like a loud noise in a quiet place many jump at the suddenness of it.

There are other types of realizations though, the ones that just grow into the soul for translation are the most interesting - for they seem to take nourishment from our daily experiences to grow into one of those internal puzzle pieces that help us explain this reality. . .

Most of these are lost in the noise of existence, hidden in the cacophony of life. It is usually when you find out just how loud the silence can be you trip over some of these little pieces and try to make sense of them. Only the owners of the piece can truly discern their meaning, although many others will try with varying degrees of success.

As for me at the moment. . . i'm beginning to believe i live from one distraction to the next.

Actually i think most of us are living this way. Trying to dull the void or push back the encroachment of an existence in a world the we don't want to figure out or deal with at the moment due to all the interruptions that seem to swirl around us. For as annoying as this distraction is, it is known... we know not what will we find if we listen to the silence - or if we have seen what is there will face it or flee?

The question that perplexes me at the moment is this distraction trying to teach me something, or is it hiding something i will need later?

Just one more thought from life's drifting state of stasis...

Not There Yet

Came to a realization today. Somewhere deep in the back of my subconscious is a little bit of me in TOTAL denial, thinking that i'll never die. Logically the larger part of my conscious mind calls bull-shit and keeps me from doing something it thinks will be amazingly stupid. (although sometimes i do wonder what those stupid things would be.)

http://www.sinfest.net/archive_page.php?comicID=3640

Not sure why, but this seems to give me a bit of hope today, with the start of a new school year and all just thought i'd share... may you find inspiration in places you never expected.

A Little Grist for the Mill

I recently got back to watching some more Dexter. It's been over a year since I've had a chance to continue my journey from season II to season III. There's just something about watching Dexter that seems to put me in a reflective mood. Combine that with my long lasting slight depression and it can make for some really deep introspection at times. Maybe that's part of it's charm?

Along with all the other chaos or lack thereof inside, depending on your point of view, I've started to try and identify my tet. There are a few general outlines, however I'm not sure if there is anything that might akin to those higher levels tet that ka creates.

Another splash in the psyche was the rounds the simple idea of "Choosing or Being Chosen" seemed to make inside. Part of the idea exhibits control, either in the taking or possible granting to others. Denial is ever present in this model as either side may terminate the exchange, thus reducing the experience to a battle of wills or a nullification of sorts.

That however is a divergent path from the brain twister though. Do we choose our path or is it chosen for us? In many ways it feels much like a forcing of the wheel that pushes us all. Nature abhors a vacuum and it doesn't take much to be sucked in and turned to grist between the stones of time.

Yeah it sounds a bit absurd, even corny, but that is just the state of mind I'm in at the moment... don't worry the colors of khaos are bound to shift again when you least expect it.

One for the Motto

I've been thinking over the past few days that my new life motto might need a change. Maybe something along the lines of:

Flexibility through perpetual distraction.

Currently this just seems to fit - as focus is rare, and multi-tasking has started to feel like the punch line to a bad joke. Either way it's something to think about in a world that has so many different items all fighting for daily attention in the grande melee of life.

Details, the Overlooked Killer

Details will kill me . . . that was originally what spurned the desire to get another post in the works (and that was at least two weeks ago).

The dangers of procrastination? Some triggers can't be pulled after the moment has passed, as I was reminded when coming back from vacation a few weeks back.

It seems that the week I was gone happened to be the same week that signing up for insurance at work closed. Up til this point signing up was available, don't get me wrong this was my mental path of I should really go to one of the insurance meetings to figure out which one I should sign up for.

And yet I never made it to a single meeting. There was always something else going on, another computer to fix, upgrade, deliver, stage, repair, etc. And there were still many meeting times yet to available. The daily chaos swallowed that information whole and it was never heard from again, and with it when the idea of signing up.

Thankfully the nice folks in the HR office took pity on me - one of the like seven or eight folks that for some reason either had other sources for insurance or joined me in my attempt at death my procrastination.

I always feel like I'm running near information overload, much like a RAM chip when there's current you just hold on tight, and when the switch is set to the 'off' position all information stored therein is gone until the next surge of triage charges through the system.

-Big Bad Bunny Eater-
http://www.imaginismstudios.com/

Sadly in the end it's only the trivia that remains. . . the brain blocks out the rest in hopes of saving little bits of random sanity, which ironically creates it's own unique form of insanity.

Shotgun Connections

Warning: Recognized Possible Rant Ahead - from thinking through the fingers.

Seems like a rather fitting title for what has become the human norm for human interpersonal communication. All the Blogs, Face Book, Twitter, My Space, Txt Msgs, E-mail, Phone, it all comes in haphazardly in a wide spread fashion. Each declaring "I'm right here" - the phone adding the immediate requirement of asking the following question, "What are you going to do about it?"

This mode of communication has become a fun high tech armor to push those around us out of wounding range. For in the din and chaos everything is said, but nothing that you really need to hear. Each layer exists either as white noise, or encrypted to the point of carrying meaning only for the person who sent it...

And as all this communicational drivel is happening - does anyone notice what is really happening. We splatter information across the whole world, many in sawed shotgun fashion, trying to grow closer we only push ourselves further apart... only the spam marketer seems to listen as they craft ads to fit our specific need.

Electronic social interaction has taken on a huge lvl of popularity which makes me wonder - is it because you are forced to give the other person a chance to edge into the conversation ever 255 characters?

I'm just as guilty, I've grown tired of humans; those that want to be spoon fed the information - that need their shoes low-jacked with small GPS chips in order to find them.

Has the art, need and desire of self sufficiency died in the individual? Has the power of deciding our direction been passed on to the bureaucratic dictatorships of the world? If so then there really is no longer a reason to complain about the SNAFU'd FUBAR we are all sliding, and sometimes running toward.

/rant

Time to go hide from the world again, and why do I suddenly have an urge to go watch Firefly?

Remember, Rememeber

This week has been rather messy, to say the least, but I'd rather not go into that.

Although I did do a post on the 5th, I did not remember the rhyme. . .

Remember, remember the Fifth of November,

The Gunpowder Treason and Plot,

Which was really the first trigger for Guy Fawkes Night, which lead to V for Vendetta and one of the quotes from the movie:

"There are of course those who do not want us to speak. I suspect even now, orders are being shouted into telephones, and men with guns will soon be on their way. Why? Because while the truncheon may be used in lieu of conversation, words will always retain their power.

Words offer the means to meaning, and for those who will listen, the enunciation of truth. And the truth is, there is something terribly wrong with this country, isn't there? Cruelty and injustice, intolerance and oppression. And where once you had the freedom to object, to think and speak as you saw fit, you now have censors and systems of surveillance coercing your conformity and soliciting your submission.

How did this happen? Who's to blame?

Well certainly there are those more responsible than others, and they will be held accountable, but again truth be told, if you're looking for the guilty, you need only look into a mirror.

I know why you did it. I know you were afraid. Who wouldn't be? War, terror, disease. There were a myriad of problems which conspired to corrupt your reason and rob you of your common sense. Fear got the best of you, and in your panic you turned to the now high chancellor, Adam Sutler. He promised you order, he promised you peace, and all he demanded in return was your silent, obedient consent.

Last night I sought to end that silence. Last night I destroyed the Old Bailey, to remind this country of what it has forgotten. More than four hundred years ago a great citizen wished to embed the fifth of November forever in our memory.

His hope was to remind the world that fairness, justice, and freedom are more than words, they are perspectives."

I think I'll need to track down the original comics now - for a movie is only a shadow and many times not even the true intent of the creator when published - -

Anyway, this monologue reminded me of this part of furyouhin's farewell:

"Words are free in the sense that we do not pay money to use them. We each may use as many or as few as we desire, no lifetime limits, deciding how much of our inner selves we wish to reveal to others in our frail efforts to communicate; slivers of the demons and angels residing inside shoved out into the light, seeking understanding, salvation, absolution, to salve our wounds, to assuage loneliness."

She had so much more to say, yet only her farewell remains. . .

I guess by now you're all looking for a point - a reason for this post. Does there really have to be?

If there need be one, think but this, remember the Bard, and the fleeting words of unearned luck granted to Puck:

"If we shadows have offended,

Think but this,—and all is mended,—

That you have but slumber'd here

While these visions did appear.

And this weak and idle theme,

No more yielding but a dream . . ."

The world will continue to spin, and prove the meaning o'er again of Damnata Innocentia. . .

Breeding Out

Okay I admit the name for this post just sounds salacious. . . but like all of my more messed up posts it's hard to pin down just one topic to make a title on.

I'm trying to figure out at the moment the purpose of going overly safe/sane this Halloween. . . I mean to go from Halloween to a Harvest Festival, then go to no masks, or make-up that might be scary, what's next? I'm sorry all candy must be beige due to the scariness of color?!?

Wouldn't it make more sense to handle the possible fear fallout in a controlled environment?

Fear is a survival instinct that seems to be used only by idiot politicians so we'll buy into their agenda on a daily basis - but out side of the media hatchets the current powers seem to be working to try and breed the fear out of us.

We are capable of so much more. . .

How much freedom are we willing to sell for security?

I've never known a generation to take freedom back without bloodshed and revolution so this is one of those questions that needs to be answered before the sale is complete and discover what type of security you've purchased.

Would you like a little Pax (G-23 Paxilon Hydrochlorate) with that?

In-Twain'd Hamlet's Return

It interesting how something can pop up within the constructs of the human mind when you least expect it. . . like the quotes from this post: In-Twain'd Hamlet's Dead Poet.

"Don't go around saying the world owes you a living; the world owes you nothing; it was here first” - Twain

And yet you can hear the roar of the circus now - the mob cheering for the bread and cakes. Proving once more:

“It is hard to free fools from the chains they revere.” - Voltaire

Right now my infinite space seems to be filled with the grit of nutshells everywhere. Although uncomfortable it does prevent the nightmares that might come with sleep and dream.

"[For] A dream itself is but a shadow" - Hamlet

As to which shades foreshadow that which is meant to be, the three sisters have yet to say, and most likely will not until the final thread is cut.

Interruption Free

Is there such a thing?

If humans are close is it possible for them to do anything without interrupting others?

I admit I'm guilty of it too at times.

Is it a social flaw?

We can't tend to leave anything well enough alone until it's done we need to poke, touch, talk about, etc. until either the original objective is made moot and incomplete.

Polite society - if there is such a thing, forces us to drop what we are doing and acknowledge the person attempting to cause us terminal thought derailment.

Short of chasing everyone away, is there such a thing as an 'Interruption Free' existence?

*Oh this is one of the top reasons why I call the phone 'EVIL'

Loss of Dreams

omni mutantur nihil interit*

Life is a grind, and sadly though I sleep my dreams are kept from me. Aspirations are lost in what appears to be the realities of this world around me.

I had heard of The Sandman series a long time ago, but had never had a chance to read them. There are around 75 issues, and thanks to the power of the web and the inter-tubes I've had a chance to take a quick look. I love the premise:

There are seven beings that are not Gods, that existed before humanity dreamed of Gods, and that will continue to exist after the last God is dead.

There are seven beings that exist because, deep in our hearts, we know that they exist.

There are seven beings that are called The Endless. They are, in order of age, Destiny, Death, Dream, Destruction, Desire and Despair, and Delirium, who was once Delight.

Many ideas and concepts have always fascinated me, probably why I enjoyed Peirs Anthony's Incarnations of Imoratlity series growing up. I admit though I didn't do a through reading of Sandman, but even as I went through there were bits that caught my eye and stuck with me.

Either way it made for a nice reminder of the power dreams have, and the eternal nature of the aspects that exist in our daily life.

Everything changes, but nothing is truly lost.*

In a way the thought is a comfort. . . that somethings are eternal, and will continue on even after we are no longer around to watch it.

Which kind of raises the question. If you could live forever - would you?

Something to sleep on - - who knows one day I may remember my dreams, maybe they will become a reality. . . until then.

*Latin, and translation

Touch (reprint)

I originally typed this up back in Aug, 2005 as a couple of posts on my first blog, before I went 'public' but the question came reoccurring and rather than type it all up again I thought I'd share it with the world this time. I've corrected some of the more blatant spelling errors and a couple of grammar bits, but that's about it:

[Part I]

"Depression does funny things to people, in some cases a good shot of introspection is nice to have but if not careful it will feed on itself and cause more depression.


In my case this round brought about the idea of touch - specifically human touch. How long has it been - or how long can a person go without human interaction of a positive nature?"

More on this thought later. . .

[Part II]


Anyway now where was I - - oh yeah, the importance of touch. During my last depression this one hit me like an epiphany from the blue.

Touch seems to be a built in part of the human psyche a validation of existence. Although it doesn't hit Maslow's top 4 countdown in a specific way (I lean toward self actualization but this could be argued either way) It does seem to give us a reason for sticking around.

I remember hearing of a study when I was in High School (man has it been that long - damn I am old) - sorry I digress- where they used an orphanage that seemed to have a large infant death rate. There was no employee acting as the 'Angel of Death' but mortality was not a high stat at this place. So in came the scientists. . . and what they found was quite interesting.

It seems that the infant children who had contact with another human for a certain amount of time each day did better - much better. They were healthier, ate more, and more active. Versus the other group which got little or no interaction. These poor souls pretty much just withered and died. With no appetite, they were lethargic, and well go figure not as healthy as the other group.

This ties into another theory I've been kicking around for a few years where we stick around on this earth as long as we have a reason to be here. Case in point when I was on Okinawa you would see these little old grandmas working in the field, they had something to stick around for and they mean to get the job done. Vs. The Senior Citizen in the old folks home that has no contact with anyone simply withers away with no reason to stick around in this reality.

--damn it I digressed again, gotta quit doing that--

So back to the touch thing. I got to thinking that infants only have so many ways to show how they feel hence the extreme nature of the study. Now jump forward 20+ years (no I'm not admitting my age yet :P) Due to how adults seem to naturally complicate things this lack of human touch in our lives could show it's self in a myriad of ways. In my case the occasional depression, and apathy defense mechanisms.


I had a communications instructor share this story about a friend of hers that just needed 'Cuddle Time'. While dating it wasn't so much about sex - although I got the impression some times it was, but more about making that connection with another human being. To find the validation that says, 'Hey maybe I'll stick around on this rock of a planet for a little while longer.'

So the question still remains: How long has it been - or how long can a person go without human interaction of a positive nature?

For me - I got to thinking after that question was typed and it had been weeks. Not counting the obligatory handshakes. :)"

Wringing of the Blurbs

I'm finding grabbing moments in time is proving more tricky than I would have thought. So for all you ADHD type folks out there I'll probably be sticking to the rapid fire blurb attack format for a while and squeeze in the fun stuff when more time becomes available.

Got One:

It's been about a week, but yes a winner of the interviewing process was chosen and interesting precedents have been set. Now that we have a platoon leader it will be interesting to see what the direction the future will head. Currently they are doing the double split of duties and such between their old position and this new one much like J did, but they will/should be all ours come next week. So here's a welcome to PS, may heaven have mercy on your soul. . . just kidding, joke - maybe :P

Telepathic:

Cool new weapon that improve your telepathic abilities or will help make or break your sanity.
http://gizmodo.com/5022355/crowd+controlling-medusa-ray-gun-puts-voices-inside-your-head It was the voices, they told me to . . . aw, never mind.

Expect LightSpeed Briefs to start commercials to follow shortly.

Summer Whine:

/rocking in corner quietly chanting . . . School starts in a month and a half, only a month and a half away and they all go back to the Public Kennel System (PKS), or does Publik Edumakation Zystum (PEZ) work better - hmm, derail of thought in 3 - 2 - 1. November is coming soon, oh so soon . . . De Plane, De Plane it is there waiting /hehehe no leave without de plane

Carnivàle:

Okay still only in the first season of Carnivàle, but damn I'm becoming addicted. I may not have the 'gift' but at this point I'm not sure if I'd want it. . . enjoying the mythology - it seems my hook is always the mythology. . .

Kick In The Shins:

Some days are just like that, simple things that become mountains where only flat empty simpleness should exist. I know I'm speaking english, but being understood is proving a bit of a challange - maybe my tech accent is too thick.

Gone Fishing:

Finished the whole elite flying mount purchase for the pally and hunter - and have currently burned out on dailies chain I was running for cash. So for the next few days I think I'm going fishing, with some core group instancing. After last night's catch my skill with rod and reel is 320.

Rapid Fire Blurblings Attack

Let me 'splain. [pause] No, there is too much. Let me sum up.

Inigo Montoya, The Princess Bride

Let's see - - where'd that damn Cheshire cat go?

The Life of Krow:

Lost a Boss, and may or may not be shifting office locations again as they try to find a replacement, which will be hard when trying to replace a good boss. So as learned in many previous campaigns I'm doing my best to stay flexible and crossing my fingers that we in the trenches will not get sold out by the management. . . I don't think they'd do it on purpose, would they?

Wishing best of luck to J in his new director position.

School's Out:

Yes the peace and quite of yester-week has been shattered due to the need of the public school system to release their pupils back into the wild of an unsuspecting populace. Currently I'm trying to figure out if work is really the masochistic escape to freedom that I'm looking for, as I send sympathies back to those who were unable to escape the asylum.

Evil Cries Out:

What you thought there would be no phone postings, that evil tainted spawn of harassment would not poke it's head here - - HA!! However I did get the chance to get a few nice ring tones downloaded before the carrier changed the rules. So if I don't answer don't take it personally, I'm enjoying the music :)

Krow Shifting:

How do standards change, is it when technicians finally say they are no longer supporting the crap that can barely handle the software users want to run? I'm nearing a revolt of saving files and worrying about what the hardware can handle. And beginning to question the user who can't figure out how to install via CD and the Next>Next>Next button.

I've been trying to get folks to back their stuff up for 10 years, if they can't figure it out in that time it must not be all that important. As for the hardware - maybe if all the stuff is put on the old box and it runs like icy molasses in a snowstorm, or maybe the time it takes to make and drink two plus cups of coffee maybe they'll get the clue it's time to upgrade.

Thank goodness the anti virus updates automatically. . .

Anime of Choice:

Current anime recently finished: Ghost Hound, and Clannad, both have that spice of life with Ghost Hound holding the paranormal in check and Clannad exploring the meaning of family , it's not just by blood anymore (the same group did AIR which I also enjoyed). . . I'm doing my best to follow are Bleach, RD Sennou Chosashitsu or Real Drive, gotta love the mEtal (done by the same folks that did Ghost Hound), and Nabari no Ou.

What I wouldn't give to see them bring back and do another season of Claymore, so much was left undone. Okay you got me - the sword swinging, yoma kicking ladies of yoki weilding power was a very nice change from your common anime, it just made you feel Raki - er Lucky.

To Be Discovered:

Not really sure that I want to. Recently some guild members put up some stuff on MySpace but you can't see it without and account. Facebook is there as well, all those folks that I've lost touch with. Question is do I really want to find them all. . . I'll think on it, and if for some perverted reason I do sign up the forms I'll let ya all know.

Keep in mind odds are you won't get any sort of response on those pages from me no matter how hard you poke and attempt to spam me. It's to get me a crack into the world to see what's on the other side, not to pick up more stuff that will need to be managed :P That is if I even sign up.

Moving On?:

Why is it whenever you get to the point of dealing with idiots in court your only alternative to get them to follow through is to go back to court? There has to be a better ROI out there that doesn't involve doing something illegal, you know like hiring an assassin.

The whole mess continually raises the old question of "how much damage do you let one person do to those around them before the world snaps and karma takes them out?"

Dreaming of Vacation:

I did it - - bought the ticket and now lay in wait gathering in anticipation of the day. This fall I'm headed to FL (barring the carrier doesn't go bankrupt on fuel costs). At this point I don't even think that could stop me.

Theater's Do Exist:

Managed a brief escape and saw Iron Man in the theater - - LOVED IT. After Spidey (no it's just not worth the link) went all CG from hell I wasn't sure if another comic book creation would ever spike my interest however this one was well worth the view. Who knows I may even pick that one up on DVD when it's released.

Global What?!?:

Cold spring, and it's just now starting to think about warming for summer. Politicians are a true joke of the human race with a vicious punch line. Next thing you know the US will have to choose between a socialist and a communist for President. Oh wait they do. . .

Sometimes I really question why AC was ever considered for use in political offices. All I can come up with is it must be to keep them in one spot so it's easier to wire tap and take photos for blackmail later.

The Status Of A WoW'ing World:

Drug of choice, well that and a good cold soda (coke is picking up popularity after years of blue can domination). Got my hunter up to 70 along with a pally, and lock. Currently I'm working on getting the pally and hunter geared and matched with elite flying mounts. I'm in a good guild and have been able to join a good core group which is granting me the ability to see things I've never had the chance to explore before.

Yeah I admit I'm escaping, but it's either that or really big therapy bills, maybe a murder wrap and joining the local PUB (the gym holds no pull on this soul). Here's to the great FL escape, come on baby!!

Media Blitz:

Like the boulder rolling down the ramp to squish poor Indiana Jones the media of the world is going full out to force one mindset in an attempt to bring us all in and with Brain Slugs bind us. I think Hamlet had it right:

I could be bounded in a nutshell, and count myself a king of infinite space, were it not that I have bad dreams.

(I need to find a good Morbo quote for here :)

To FAIL:

One of the better blogs I've stumbled on well worth the look if you are interested, as you can see just how epic failure can be. (load times to vary)

http://failblog.org/

But enough of this - time to run and we'll try to get more random thoughts up later :)

Intuitive Learning

Has it really been so long since the last post - - makes me feel glad I didn't promise a set schedule for publishing :P

Warning Rant Ahead

Is there such a thing as Intuitive Learning? When faced with issues is it possible to look at the mess and choose the right path? How much courage and faith does it take to make that decision not knowing what the outcome will be?

I'm becoming more and more amazed that the human race has lasted so long without some form of divine guidance from the gods or fates or whoever may be listening to the chaotic desires, longings and pleas of a populace that do not think past the moment at hand ( which sadly is not what i think was meant by 'living in the moment').

The noise grows louder, and I find myself lost in the din. If I let it the noise will wash over me - driving all thought from me, scattering focus, leaving nothing but the abyss. Many times you can see the wave coming, building to a crescendo where all you can do is dive into it - letting it carry you away for a few seconds then try to refocus.

It helps to have a focal point, which is easier said than done in our multi-tasking society with so many foci . There are just too many minds to drive out, so we just begin to get used to all the company as the insanity begins to seep deeper into our reality.


I think this is one of the reason video games have caught such a great hold on the human mind. Life has changed so greatly in the past century or two that meditation has become an arcane word that few know the meaning of. So focus becomes part of the activity, the meditation silent as we work on accomplishing other tasks.

We are active, always in a state of doing to the point where rest becomes a luxury to some until their body demands it of them. What are we running to, or from? Are we afraid it will catch us, or that we won't be able to catch that which we seek?

"With searching comes loss
and the presence of absence:
The page not found"
-404 Haiku*-

So do we scramble through this life letting our subconscious make the decisions, hoping that the patterns are noticed and the choices we make are correct or have we become more of a sheepole. Or just maybe we have become too specialized as a society to think of anything outside our experience? Hence we put our faith or neglect behind those who claim to be experts in the given topic.

Does Intuitive Learning exist? Or is this just one more sign of my own personal madness?

Gotta think on this one - -

/rant

*given by a coworker from a website that had a broken link :)

Candy Coated

Hope everyone had an enjoyable Easter. I thought about posting this little clip a couple of days ago, but for some reason it didn't happen, anyway it was found with the e-cards on someecards.com, great site though not really for kids, and it brought a startling reality to light for me. I'm not sure if the western world can face anything serious - I mean really face fear and handle it.

For generations now we have been consumerized, medicated, dosed and deluded to the point where the serious issues we face are nothing more than sound bites. Buried in almost too much information I begin to wonder if we have really have become a twisted version of Plato's Cave, content to live in the shadows. Buried in the burocracy that now defines the world that western civilization has become.

And The Three Classes Of Life Are. . .

Healers. Tanks. DPS (the Damage Dealers).

Healers - is pretty self explanatory, even if the wounds are not.

Tanks - the damage sponge and defender, holding the attention of one world to allow another to be created.

DPS - what is a defense without and offense, as not all dangers are benign, and nature has found only 3 ways to avoid extinction - - overwhelm (out produce), avoid (leave), remove (kill)

All of us are a hybrid of these three. Our strengths fill out our main role in this life, while we learn other abilities during the rest of our journey. These three aspects seem to hem in our existence and at times we find ourselves filling roles we never planned for, but we do the best we can with them.

It's the manipulations we endure I have yet to place in this thought process. . . for as this may explain a "What" it does not explain a "Why".

Which is why this post sounds so half baked, not so much due to a loss of reality, but the inability to fully explain it all.

Still thinking on this one. . .