The Myth of the Age of the Individual

We seem to be living in the age of the individual, where the sole goal is to identify yourself, not by the person you are, but rather people you don’t identify with. This turns into a large catalog of negatives. Where is the introspection? Where is the self-discovery? Where is the catalog of the things you love? How to expect to find your passion, your soul mate, when you can only specify what they should NOT be.

What is with this stupid business of being offended by everything. If someone tells you they are offended by something, and that something doesn’t kill or maim them, tell them to harden the fuck up! Being offended is a sign of a weak character. Why bother. Look away, by all means, find something to cheer you up. And move on. That’s one less negative to catalog.

Consider this:

Children, your parents may be at fault, but they are molded from an unhealthy system and need your help.

Parents, your children may be at fault, but the system is much worse now. So think wisely, loosen up, do your thing, and let them do theirs.

There will always be common ground. You will not lose your identity if you agree with each other on a few points. Common ground is what we should be celebrating. Differences also, because they can influence us positively if we focus on the good.

Part of the problem is the yes/no system we seem to live by. I prefer a yes/no/maybe scoring system. Yes is equal to 80% percent or more, no is equal to 20% or less, maybe, is everything in between. When a person, or an idea, or a theory seems to me to be a yes, I’m on board. The rest I put aside. How do you score? Don’t worry, you’ll figure it out. Whatever works.

I think I was 13 when I first began to see that the system had issues. Before then, life was bliss. By 17 I resolved to not be part of the problem, which involved a decision to be slow to anger, to turn the other cheek, and to be kind, accommodating, and helpful as possible. It was the only way to stay sane! Life was to be enjoyed, as best one can. Fun was to be had. ANd I had plenty.

People with negative opinions were to be avoided. Opinions, in general, were to be avoided since they are not facts.

I’m very happy to have followed that path as best I can, for some 40+ years. Even as the system is falling down, I’m still finding ways to have fun.

Help others.

What is a start?

What is a start? Writing is like living in retrospect. Normally
you think a thought, and then you think another. With writing, you
think, then you stop while you note it down. Its like applying a
brake.

Retrospect. So you can look back at some later time, and have
proof of a thought you interrupted. Some therapeutic value is
expected. Revisiting advertises patterns to learn from. We hope.

I prefer the big picture to the detail. I never complete the big
picture, so I miss the detail. What is a start?

dont take anything seriously

dont take anything seriously
dont take "dont take anything seriously" seriously
dont take 'dont take "dont take anything seriously" seriously' seriously
dont take "dont take 'dont take "dont take anything seriously" seriously' seriously"
   » seriously
dont take 'dont take "dont take 'dont take "dont take anything seriously" seriously'
   » seriously" seriously' seriously
dont take "dont take 'dont take "dont take 'dont take "dont take anything seriously"
   » seriously' seriously" seriously' seriously" seriously
seriously

The above can be generated using the following Java code.

public class Seriously {
  public static void main(String[] args) {
    String w[] = { "dont", "take", "anything", "seriously" };
    String sp = " ", q1 = "'", q2 = "\"", bl = "";
    for (int i=0;i<6;i++) { 
      for (int j=i;j>0;j--)
        for (int k=0;k<2;k++)
          System.out.print(w[k]+(k<1?sp:sp+(j%2==0?q1:q2)));
      for (int l=0;l<4;l++)
        System.out.print(w[l]+(l<3?sp:bl));
      for (int m=0;m<i;m++)
        System.out.print((m%2==0?q2:q1)+sp+w[3]);
      System.out.println();
    }
    System.out.println(w[3]);
  }
}

Or equivalently

public class Seriously {
  public static void a(String s) { System.out.print(s); }
  public static void b(String s) { a(s + "\n"); }
  public static void main(String[] args) {
    String c[] = { "dont", "take", "anything", "seriously" };
    String d = " ", e = "'", f = "\"", g = "";
    for (int h=0;h<6;h++) { 
      for (int i=h;i>0;i--)
        for (int j=0;j<2;j++)
          a(c[j]+(j<1?d:d+(i%2==0?e:f)));
      for (int k=0;k<4;k++)
        a(c[k]+(k<3?d:g));
      for (int l=0;l<h;l++)
        a((l%2==0?f:e)+d+c[3]);
      b(g);
    }
    b(c[3]);
  }
}

And, with the aid of some universal solvent…

public class Seriously {
  public static void a(String s) { System.out.print(s); }
  public static void b(String s) { a(s + "\n"); }
  public static void main(String[] args) {
    String c[] = { "dont", "take", "anything", "seriously" };
    String d = " ", e = "'", f = "\"", g = "";
    for (int h=0;h<c[(c.length)-d.length()].indexOf("sly");h++) {
      for (int i=h;i>g.length();i--)
        for (int j=0;j<c[(d+e+f).length()].indexOf("rio");j++)
          a(c[j]+(j<d.length()?d:d+(i%"??".length()==g.length()?e:f)));
      for (int k=f.indexOf(f);k<(d+e+e+d).length();k++)
        a(c[k]+(k<(c.length)-f.length()?d:g));
      for (int l=d.indexOf(d);l<h;l++)
        a((l%c.length/(d+e).length()==g.length()?f:e)+d+c[(f+e+d).length()]);
      b(g);
    }
    b(c[c[(c.length+c.length)/c.length].indexOf("thing")]);
  }
}

And so on and so forth…

But it’s probably not worth taking too seriously.

Stress Testing Google Translator for Fun and Profit

Life is delicious. How can it not be. With so many opportunities to fail. To stumble at and to topple over. Such variety to embrace, caress, confuse and betray. What a glorious party to be party to. The occasional sweet success. But it is the journey, nothing more, and for always. Yum!

English to French

La vie est délicieux. Comment peut-il ne pas l’être. Avec autant de chances d’échouer. À trébucher et à se renverser. Une telle variété d’embrasser, de caresser, de la confusion et trahir. Quel glorieux partie d’être partie. Le succès occasionnels doux. Mais c’est le voyage, rien de plus, et pour toujours. Yum!

English to French to English

Life is delicious. How can it not be. With so many chances to fail. To stumble and fall over. Such a variety of kissing, fondling, confusion and betrayal. What glorious party to be a party. The success occasional mild. But the trip, nothing more, and forever. Yum!

English to Spanish

La vida es deliciosa. ¿Cómo puede ser que no. Con tantas posibilidades de fracasar. Para tropezar en derrocar y más. Esa variedad a abrazar, acariciar, y confundir a traicionar. ¡Qué glorioso partido que se parte. El dulce éxito ocasional. Pero es el viaje, nada más, y para siempre. Yum!

English to Spanish to English

Life is delicious. How might not. With so many opportunities to fail. To encounter in overthrowing and more. That variety to hug, caress, and confuse betrayal. What glorious party to be a party. The occasional sweet success. But it is the journey, nothing more, and forever. Yum!

English to German

Das Leben ist köstlich. Wie kann es nicht sein. Bei so vielen Möglichkeiten zum Scheitern verurteilt. Um zu stolpern und zu stürzen. Diese Sorte Umarmung, Liebkosung, verwirren und betrügen. Was für eine glorreiche Partei zu Partei. Die gelegentliche süß Erfolg. Aber es ist der Weg, nicht mehr, und für immer. Yum!

English to German to English

Life is delicious. How can it not be. With so many ways to fail. To stumble and fall. This variety hug, caress, confuse and deceive. What a glorious party to party. The occasional sweet success. But it is the way, not more, and forever. Yum!

English to Italian

La vita è delizioso. Come può non essere. Con tante opportunità di fallire. A inciampare e di rovesciare a oltre. Tale varietà di abbracciare, accarezzare, confondere e tradire. Che glorioso partito ad essere parte. Il dolce occasionali successo. Ma è il viaggio, niente di più, e per sempre. Yum!

English to Italian to English

Life is delicious. How can it not be. With so many opportunities to fail. A trip to overthrow and beyond. This sort of embracing, caressing, confuse and betray. What glorious party to be a party. The occasional sweet success. But it is the journey, nothing more, and forever. Yum!

English to Portuguese

A vida é deliciosa. Como pode ser que não. Com tantas possibilidades de fracassar. Para a tropeçar e de derrubar mais. Essa variedade de abraçar, caress, confundir e trair. Que glorioso partido para ser parte no. O sucesso ocasional doce. Mas é a viagem, nada mais, e para sempre. Yum!

English to Portuguese to English

Life is delicious. As you may not. With so many opportunities to fail. To stumble and down more. This variety of embrace, caress, confuse and betray. What glorious party to be a party to. The success occasional sweet. But it is the journey, nothing more, and forever. Yum!

English to Dutch

Life is heerlijk. Hoe kan het niet. Met zoveel kansen te mislukken. Om te struikelen en te omvallen. Dergelijke verscheidenheid te omhelzen, caress, verwarring en verraad. Wat een schitterende partij te zijn partij. De occasionele zoete succes. Maar het is de reis, niets meer, en voor altijd. Yum!

English to Dutch to English

Life is good. How can it not. With so many opportunities to fail. To stumble and fall. Such diversity embracing, caress, confusion and betrayal. What a wonderful party to party. The occasional sweet success. But it is the journey, nothing more, and forever. Yum!

English to Russian

[rendering error: please upgrade to gen-e-sis version 3.1415]

russian: life is delicious

English to Russian to English

Life is delicious. How can it not be. With so many opportunities to fail. To stumble at overthrowing or older. This variety of cover, affection, confuse and deceive. What a glorious party to be a party. In some sweet success. But this way, no more, and always. Yum!

English to Arabic

[rendering error: like the last one]

arabic: life is delicious

English to Arabic to English

Life is delicious. How can it not be. With so many opportunities fail. To falter in more than to topple. This embrace variety, and fondled, and confusion between treason. What a glorious party to be a party. Sometimes sweet success. But the journey is not over, and always told. Yum!

English to Chinese

[rendering error: a pattern emerges]

chinese: life is delicious

English to Chinese to English

Life is delicious. How can we not. There are so many opportunities for failure. Setbacks, and overturned. Embrace such varieties, touching, confusion and betrayal. What a glorious party to the party. Occasionally sweet success. However, it is a journey without more, and always. Yum!

English to Japanese

[rendering error: like whatever]

japanese: life is delicious

English to Japanese to English

Life is delicious. What if it is not possible. Very many opportunities to fail. Stumble and fall out. Such strains hug, caress, confuse and betray. Party, to be no glory. The occasional sweet success. However, it is the journey, nothing from the usual. Yum!

English to Korean

[rendering error: serenity now]

korean: life is delicious

English to Korean to English

Life is delicious. What do you if you do not. There’s so much opportunity to fail. Upset with the practice. Such diversity hug, caress, confused and betrayed. What made the party go to the party. Bittersweet success of the sushi. But it is our journey, and nothing more, and always. Yum!

English to Hindi

[rendering error: feed the poor]

hindi: life is delicious

English to Hindi to English

Life palatable. How this can not be. With many opportunities to fail. In order to topple the offense more. This kind of diversity to embrace, love, betrayed and confused. What the party is a great party. Current success is sweet. But this trip, and some not, and for ever. Yum!

Language is delicious. google translator is delicious. Let’s party. Let’s play. Yum!

Daylight Savings Disaster Hastens Global Warming

Countries who had previously introduced daylight savings as a hedge against their current economic woes are now paying the price for their greed.

Background:

The mutual trading of daylight between countries was first introduced in 1987 as a means of alleviating harsh weather conditions. During severe heat waves, countries could get and give relief by depositing their excess daylight at the Global Solar Exchange. There it would be traded with countries encountering a severe winter.

Scientists had first experimented with the transmission of daylight using geostationary communications satellites as early as 1978, but the satellites would generally be destroyed in the heat intensive process. However, in 1982, an accidental teaming up with a team of cosmetics researchers produced a breakthrough. Although the actual details of the new approach remain proprietry, it is believed to have had something to do with the unique molecular structure of an SP32+ lip gloss.

With success came outrage, however, as members of various weather monitoring authorities summised that the constant continental drift of daylight would confuse the ecosystem and cause the polar caps to melt. However, the discovery of a hole in the ozone the size of a pea was presumed to be a more plausible reason for such a meltdown, and the technology was ratified.

Then a recent Christmas Day raid by a terrorist illuminati group calling themselves the Wise Crack Of Dawn resulted in the siphoning of most of the stockpile, which was routed to a rogue satellite strategically placed over a once pea-sized hole. Again, in a frightening turn of events, the non lip-gloss-impregnated satellite, becoming, first sentient, then enlightened, lost track of itself and deposited the daylight where it deemed the need was most apparent – the opposing poles of the planet. A raft of meteorological changes has since ensued.

Investment bankers have not been phased by the tragedy though, and have been quick to shift their investment portfolios to property, buying up now desolate but soon-to-be coastal real estate.

(Originally posted Jan 2009)

3 Rules 2 Live By

Here are 3 rules 2 live by

  1. go with your gut; all else is noise
  2. a little noise never hurt anyone
  3.  never hurt anyone

addenda:

  1. screw up often; failing is part of the procedure
  2. life is a circle; pi is irrational; ergo
  3. they don’t have to get you; you do

of musical origin:

  1. do what you do do well boy
  2. girl you’ll be a woman soon
  3. mama we’re all crazee now
  4. papa’s got a brand new bag (ok that’s 4)

(ok that’s 10)

Are You Tired Of Whimpering?

There are loads of great reasons to whimper; to play the victim. Injustice means we are owed something; that we have an excuse to fail; so we can get away with staying put; with staying meek and weak.

But why? Is it our hunch that karma would deal us a change for the worse. That perhaps we would be found wanting and in need of some form of purgatory. That we had better maintain the status quo, rather than take that chance.

And so to protect our empire thus far, we become static and stagnant; we halt our growth. We suppress, rather than release all that is creative in us. We fear what it may bring. We might dress this behaviour up as shyness or modesty or duty or some other such drivel to justify our stance. It remains cowardice.

We live in fear; we live for fear; with this lie that lives in us; lives off us; eats away at us.

So what do we do? We project this cancer onto the world. We see premeditated malice and lack everywhere. Anger and mediocrity abound. And we recognise it so easily. We see in others, this anger and mediocrity that is at our very core. We call it someone elses, and we attack it. But we are just attacking ourselves; projecting self-loathing; draining ourselves away.

The enemy is not without; the enemy is within. Stop projecting. Your hate is self-hate! Realise that! See the worst of yourself in those you feel so justified to despise; and forgive yourself.

Jesus said “Love your neighbour as yourself”. Well of course; your neighbour is yourself, silly! Love the enemy without and watch the enemy within recant.

Or to avoid this spiritual cul-de-sac altogether; explore your creativity; let it quide you; live through you; let it grow your soul. Then watch as your demons, internal and external, gradually become your allies. And you; an ally to yourself; and thus, to everyone else.

So are you tired of whimpering?

Codependency et al – The Upside

How popular is the upside of blaming your partner and/or wanting to cure him/her? Being the hero.

“I love my man and I have scars to prove it”.

You get to play the martyr (warm fuzzy) when you should just be moving on (common sense). You love so much yet it’s the wrong type of love.

There is always an upside, a payoff, to our misery. Its why we linger on it and are so reluctant to get over it. Having someone to blame is a great comfort as it allows us to down tools and erect monuments to the damage done.

Having been sinned against, justice dictates you stay wounded. No further growth is allowed. It’s a great deal. You get to cave in mentally. Milk the cause of the damage as much as you can. Write poems about it. Glorify it. Polish that turd! Misery is so much easier than recovery. And so the cycle perpetuates, like drug addiction. It is a fair thing that we remain damaged.

Get this. There is no point to recovery. If you choose to recover you will feel real pain again. You will get to kick yourself, but hey, that is what feelings are for, pain and joy. Choose pain over numbness, grow up. Find yourself, but don’t look for yourself in someone else’s eyes. Don’t go getting your self-esteem off others. That would just be others-esteem now, wouldn’t it?

The main reason it is easier to blame the other is that we know them better than we know ourselves. Because our definition of ourselves is so shallow and off-the-mark, having been based too much on the way others see us. You can hide from yourselves in the arms of another for only so long. Eventually, even they will notice that there is no one home.

Love yourself first (do the hard yards there), to become somebody capable of loving another, from your heart rather than just from theirs! It is the difference between doing something remarkable and doing something to appear remarkable. Yes, there is a difference, since it is not what you do, but why you do it that matter most. Motive over action every time.

So live remarkably. Life is a gift. We should be damn grateful, encouraging our wounds to heal, tolerating the imperfections in both ourselves and others.

Don’t hang around waiting for that compensation cheque. Screw justice and choose life again. Screw equality! Strive for and celebrate harmony. Forgive everyone, especially yourself. Laugh, sing in the shower; just get over it. And every now and then, hope that someone comes by and gives you a clip around the ear, because we are self-absorbed idiots in disguise, and a clip around the ear can often fix that.

Paper Plane Sales Refloat Zimbabwe Economy

An enterprising group of students from the Arts Department of the University of Zimbabwe have managed by accident to kick start their country’s economy by selling paper planes made from Zimbabwe bank notes.

What had initially started out as a fraternity dare has turned into a huge boon for the country. Many Zimbabweans have been quick to jump onto the bandwagon by introducing other offbeat uses for the currency, including paper hats, paper boats, Christmas wrapping paper, and wallpaper.

We approached an official from the Zimbabwe Treasury, but he was unable to give comment, saying his hands were tied (which they were).

According to eBay, the new currency craft category is fast becoming one of its top sellers. The only glitch encountered so far, was in PayPal’s currency conversion algorithm, which triggered an overflow of zeroes that forced the online invoice onto multiple screens. A patch was quickly applied.

Update: Other countries have also begun to follow suit as their currencies falter under the current glocal economic crisis. Various market analysts have raised concerns this new income stream will wreak havoc on the global economy and some have asked that sanctions (such as paper cuts) be imposed.

I just sold a rune pickhead and got 12K

[ snippet of a conversation between two brothers aged eleven and thirteen ]

what level are you?

17 mining and 12 smithing

i’m 32

how come you haven’t got any levels?

because i have just been mining and smelting but now i have 200 bars and i’m going to turn them into plate bodies?

guess how many bronze arrows i have?

well what have you been doing?

mining and smelting, but now i have two hundred bars

[ later ]

awwww crap!

great grandmother’s chest hair!

ooka long bang bang!

not worthy! not worthy!

i dont think i can get to level 40

why?

i don’t know. i don’t. its too boring

ooka long bang bang!

its all your fault!

shut up!

get some friends!

yeah?

ooka long bang bang!

ooka long bang bang! ooka long bang bang!

gaseous cloud!

yeah same

ooka long bang bang! ooka long bang bang!

what’s your mining?

47

mine’s 20

i just sold a rune pickhead and got 12K

why you idiot! it turns into a pickaxe!

but it takes ages to get a stick to put it on the pickhead

what a mouth. what a mouth. what a north and south

not worthy! not worthy!

ooka long bang bang!

[ life is remarkable ]