Happiness as a practice
Certain thoughts of mine, and I'm certain based on the law of large numbers, others, have a tendency to duct, to funnel, or to diverge and "tree" out. That is, a line of focus maintains its transitive nature along consistent parameters, while others tend to "simplify" or "complicate", and some simply exist as wild and untamed iterations.
Why this segue into metacognition? I suppose that's the entire nature of this magical machine. Here is a blank slate to create your very own untopplable tower. Until it does topple. Music does this also, and I'm hoping that my 3D drawing practice improves to the point that it can manifest a better living situation for myself and mine.
Right now at the top of my tower is a desire to gain a further understanding of Reynolds-Averaged Navier Stokes, and numerical methods for solving differential equations. Why? Dreams about soaring I suppose - granted the inventions have probably been already brought into fruition and optimized on a global format, I still don't have my own bio-fueled turbo-prop bush plane, or a bio-fueled village scaled power plant/waste treatment facility, or heck, even a hot air balloon.
Deep inside I have a desire to see the world slightly better than how I arrived, and I know it has a lot to do with the availability of alternative energy based solutions for life and economy.
I remember seeing a snippet about a company in cleveland that turns food scraps from sporting events into biofuel for a small fleet of trucks. In a world of automation, it seems that the occurence of shit-based employment is rife for growth. I suppose that would also solve the real-world value of money: sweat or virtual sweat in the relocation of unpleasantness. A kingdom of shit buckets can fuel itself, and has.
Think about it - rent is to keep those meandering overly social gardeners to themselves inside of a convenient quarantine box, same for the automobile culture.
I am also pretty certain that these barriers that babylon has placed on our civility are ultimately to keep people from killing each other. Money, also, by and large has much to do for many with incentive to keep hands moving between distributed appetites, both in the delivery and removal of resource stages.
So, in the mean time I am in Casper Wyoming, waiting on the epic solar eclipse that will be happening on the 21st of this month, on my way back out to California to visit some friends and hopefully make money working on domestic projects.
The break from Maine is a welcome one, and I invite into my life words and practices that elevate my station to the point that I may also elevate others.
I am a little divided about the manner to which I continue after my California sojourn. Maine has a place, a partner, and a family that welcome me. However, this comes at a cost to my independence, creative pursuits, and to a much greater degree, my sanity. I've been through a gauntlet to learn some important lessons about biology,botany, engineering, value, work ethic, gratitude, patience, and diplomacy, and the station in Maine has lingered with some very psychically *moldy* points, that I will not go into too much detail here to spare the names of the evolving. Regardless, there were some really good times in there, and having time away is definitely a segue into allowing myself the personal space I need to come to my own conclusions about what direction I want my future to go, and to what degree I want to tie my karma to the generous stranger who both saddled and provided for me in my time of need.
I want what is best....
What I need: time in silence and meditation, time in practice and performance, consent and respect, simple integrity, maybe specific hours where I can take on the burden of caring for emotionally damaged and naughty children with grace and minimum interference when I am trying to actually work through my worldly concerns.
I suppose that's what everybody needs. It takes a village right?
Also, I still really miss *my* offspring. I still don't have the verifiable income stream that Babylon requires to hold a house by myself. Mellissa has still been illegally keeping me separated from contact from my children, and I pray that at some point I am given justice and reunification with Penny and Jack.
So on to tomorrow....
Why this segue into metacognition? I suppose that's the entire nature of this magical machine. Here is a blank slate to create your very own untopplable tower. Until it does topple. Music does this also, and I'm hoping that my 3D drawing practice improves to the point that it can manifest a better living situation for myself and mine.
Right now at the top of my tower is a desire to gain a further understanding of Reynolds-Averaged Navier Stokes, and numerical methods for solving differential equations. Why? Dreams about soaring I suppose - granted the inventions have probably been already brought into fruition and optimized on a global format, I still don't have my own bio-fueled turbo-prop bush plane, or a bio-fueled village scaled power plant/waste treatment facility, or heck, even a hot air balloon.
Deep inside I have a desire to see the world slightly better than how I arrived, and I know it has a lot to do with the availability of alternative energy based solutions for life and economy.
I remember seeing a snippet about a company in cleveland that turns food scraps from sporting events into biofuel for a small fleet of trucks. In a world of automation, it seems that the occurence of shit-based employment is rife for growth. I suppose that would also solve the real-world value of money: sweat or virtual sweat in the relocation of unpleasantness. A kingdom of shit buckets can fuel itself, and has.
Think about it - rent is to keep those meandering overly social gardeners to themselves inside of a convenient quarantine box, same for the automobile culture.
I am also pretty certain that these barriers that babylon has placed on our civility are ultimately to keep people from killing each other. Money, also, by and large has much to do for many with incentive to keep hands moving between distributed appetites, both in the delivery and removal of resource stages.
So, in the mean time I am in Casper Wyoming, waiting on the epic solar eclipse that will be happening on the 21st of this month, on my way back out to California to visit some friends and hopefully make money working on domestic projects.
The break from Maine is a welcome one, and I invite into my life words and practices that elevate my station to the point that I may also elevate others.
I am a little divided about the manner to which I continue after my California sojourn. Maine has a place, a partner, and a family that welcome me. However, this comes at a cost to my independence, creative pursuits, and to a much greater degree, my sanity. I've been through a gauntlet to learn some important lessons about biology,botany, engineering, value, work ethic, gratitude, patience, and diplomacy, and the station in Maine has lingered with some very psychically *moldy* points, that I will not go into too much detail here to spare the names of the evolving. Regardless, there were some really good times in there, and having time away is definitely a segue into allowing myself the personal space I need to come to my own conclusions about what direction I want my future to go, and to what degree I want to tie my karma to the generous stranger who both saddled and provided for me in my time of need.
I want what is best....
What I need: time in silence and meditation, time in practice and performance, consent and respect, simple integrity, maybe specific hours where I can take on the burden of caring for emotionally damaged and naughty children with grace and minimum interference when I am trying to actually work through my worldly concerns.
I suppose that's what everybody needs. It takes a village right?
Also, I still really miss *my* offspring. I still don't have the verifiable income stream that Babylon requires to hold a house by myself. Mellissa has still been illegally keeping me separated from contact from my children, and I pray that at some point I am given justice and reunification with Penny and Jack.
So on to tomorrow....