Saturday, September 27, 2008
Friday, September 26, 2008
Saturday, September 20, 2008
Love your self
and don't wish for death,
it will come on its own.
Be wary of the death lovers
and the claims they make.
Vet them all against their goals,
their hoped for rewards.
Love each other
and this living we share.
Give your woman affection,
hug your kid, and point eyes
not at death
but at an appreciated life.
We have to experience
this meaty but short
duraton, we are all logs
rolled down hills.
Hope for good rolling,
hope for pleasing yourself
Perfection leaves no room
Perfection is the cold
realization of an approximation,
an apoplexy of personal loss,
a mimic of death by the living,
and a waste of something possessed
in fear of its future misuse.
Perfection allows for a sole direction,
a finite path of change representing many styles
all sharing a single solitary goal:
No one longing for death
can comfort you
or be trusted to be a partner
in living life.
No one looking forward to loss of life, can enrich it.
No one worshipping a path of death can appreciate it
or their fellow travelers through it.
Those trying to be perfect
struggling to match a perfect
become more and more dead
to this world
as they progress
until after too much
they live in a half-life
of constant struggle
to prevent change
real or realized
fighting to cease
These worshipers of the
are hard to love
because they can't
value anything living
changing or growing.
Pefection is fully realized
needs no change
needs no optimization
needs no living
life. Why polish
a perfect mirror?
Wednesday, September 17, 2008
Monday, September 15, 2008
I look up, initially hoping that will be
enough, but it isn't. He looks back
and I try to ignore him, move on to
other thoughts. What was I thinking
can't keep my mind focused, I keep
needing to return, like soothing
the edge of the rug after vacuuming.
It doesn't matter, but you have to.
Modern life, leaves dozens of these
little sticky items floating around
my head, mundane to important, I
keep looking back, Russia, Election,
floods, oil change, stereo feature still not
working properly. Don't want to
call the help line, hate waiting,
It does matter,
Sunday, September 14, 2008
The singularity is the positive apocolypse.
The singularity fits nicely across the edge of the map. It can be anticipated, signs of progress will always point towards it. When it comes governments will fall, economies will collapse, and social order will be wiped away. In the wake of these will arise a new humanity, with new economies and governements. As a beacon across the edge of the map it keeps my feet pointed in the direction of scientific progress and its contemplation leads to fresh conceptions of how we live and work.
I hope my daughter lives to see the singularity. She will be especially well suited to new humanity, at least I will strive to make her ready for it.
I wonder if a truly free state will be possible before the singularity, or will we have to wait until everyone can eat before we decide to be free.
If eternal life comes to man before the singularity we will have gods again, and we will be oppressed. If eternal life comes to man after the singularity, we will become gods ourselves and we will be free.
Saturday, September 13, 2008
Without imagination there is no change.
Imagination without knowledge is empty.
Without knowledge there is no substance.
When ignorance fills imagination
When knowledge fills imagination
Life can be enhanced through the imaginative application of knowledge.
Friday, September 12, 2008
I aim to be a libertarian parent
raising the next generation's
radical reformation leader.
I believe in the U.S.
I believe that we can slap
down the embarrassing
conformist thinking that
typifies what is wrong
with the current electorate.
we are the problem.
The citizens of any state
allow themselves to be ruled.
We rebel, we protest, we blog
its a start.
Thursday, September 11, 2008
Home Depot's lawn and garden section had potted plants laid out in rows in a side section of the parking lot. She parks next to a line of shrubs, and gets out of the car, "Wait here, this won't take a minute."
She opens her trunk, picks up three baby shrubs and puts them into the trunk. Then she gets back in the car, smiling, "Let's hit Sonic for a slushy. Its too nice of a day to head right back to the office."
We slowly drove off to get our slushies, with our stolen baby shrubs in the trunk.
and this is my memorial poem
for this year two thousand and eight.
I'm still not scared of terrorists
they really aren't a threat to me.
I'm becoming more scared of my
government, they are threatening
every one of us. That is how
I remember nine eleven now
as the excuse to take away my
civil liberties, slowly
slowly, with lies and explanations
that no thought could
help but disbelieve,
is in a recession
two consecutive quarters
Tuesday, September 09, 2008
Sunday, September 07, 2008
When you begin feeling
a little perfect, you
are having a crisis.
It may be mortal or
it may be temporary,
either way you should slap yourself
and do something clearly
That is the only way to remedy
the sickness of perfection.
Do not let it fester.
Do not let it be at ease.
Throw it out on its ass
and have a wild drunk to let it know
beyond a shadow of a doubt that it
There is too much life here.
to throw it all away on a blinding
malady of the soul, like perfection.
You can not be perfect and grow
You can not be perfect and change
You can not be perfect and gain or loose
You can not be perfect and have a purpose
You can not be perfect and love another
Saturday, September 06, 2008
The best life is lived by the comfortably imperfect.
Life can't be perfect, because we live it. We aren't perfect or perfectable. Our nature is more flexible that any single vision of perfection would allow. We don't just look at our lives projected on a screen or laid out in text we can edit to adhere to a set of rules. Some try, and for all their struggle they earn the life they deserve, one that will ultimately disappoint. They are imperfect (read as human) and their delusions rob them of comfort and ease in their own skin. No one alive can achieve a perfect life. If that is the goal, disappointment remains a certain outcome.
When choosing an example to emulate (we decide who influences us) notice if they are comforatble with their imperfection.
The comfortably imperfect have the opportunity to represent the best we can achieve.
The comfortably imperfect have the freedom to enjoy this life.
Friday, September 05, 2008
Reading a technical blog this morning:
"...visualize the overall structure of your file."
I read "file."
Its early Friday, 6:49am,
following a Thursday night Happy Hour,
so a moment was required,
to parse it out, and
realize the misread.
I like the end
of the senentence
the way I read it,
A gross enough level of abstraction brings anything to perfection
A fine enough level of abstraction brings anything to
what is the opposite of perfection
if it has no opposite or if an opposite
would necessarily have to describe everything
then maybe perfection describes the absence of something
like cold, being nothing in itself but the absence of heat
perfection, being nothing in itself but the absence of
what does perfection describe the absence of, but
change, vital living change
perfection is the absence of change
and there exists no life without change
all life is in flux
it sputters and errs
and learns and cares
change is the work of life
and perfection is the absence of change
the absence of life.
Thursday, September 04, 2008
Wednesday, September 03, 2008
I have a massive headache.
my desk is in a break room.
I have to wear headphones
all day long just to be
able to focus on my work.
I have no free time at home,
nothing. I just leave work
to go home and do more chores
always more, never cleaned up
never caught up, clothes left
on the back of the couch,
nothing done well, barely done
at all, ideas left undeveloped
plans left unrealized, life
on hold, forcibly reformed
into another shape, left
Hang overs aren't that bad
when you are used to them.
They ache a bit
but so much else
it just blends into
the symphony of the daily.
Hang-overs aren't the ache
that distracts from thought
its the left over pain
of explanations given
to middle management
to those with titles
pinned to their chests
like so many precious
Real distracting pain
is teaching meeting mules
to imagine, to decide
and to appreciate
anything that is not
past, proven or approved.
Imagination... cannot be given.
Imagination... cannot be constrained.
Imagination... cannot wait for approval.
Imagination... too rare.