Wednesday, April 15, 2009
NOTE...
Scroll to page bottom for earliest Seminal Climate Crisis Journalism...it all starts with The Expansion Crisis.
Saturday, June 16, 2007
Check out this Blog to learn more.It's all on one page...scroll to get the idea.
When a link dead ends, use the back button to return here.
Simply continue scrolling to new material.
From Carbon Zero Aircraft to Ecobabbleism.
Will Whitehorn is President of Virgin Galactic Airways,
Friday, June 15, 2007
Saturday, June 9, 2007
But...not for long...It's the same thing as some ancient ruler controlling the public with advance knowledge of an eclipse.
Make up a bunch of horror stories surrounding the upcoming event, and claim to prevent them with some unimaginable power...a power only you possess.
That's exactly what Ecobabbleism is.
We ain't still stupid enough to fall for it again, are we?
Wednesday, June 6, 2007
TO...Sir Richard Branson...Dilettante Enviro Mentalist
This Blog...in its entirety, is my submission to ...The Virgin Earth Challenge.
If you are capable of grasping its essence, you'll realize that we can do more for the Future of Humanity, than anyone else...at this moment...our actions will stimulate further positivity, and result in great happenings all over the Globe.
If you are going to project yourself into this issue, prepare to stand and deliver.
Space Tourism was a natural for Virgin...Hotels in Space, and the vehicles to go there.
I knew you'd do it.
Congrats!
Ecobabbleism is a different world.
Nobody on Earth believes you are environmentally savvy.
You offer to buy us a solution, hoping to sway public opinion...then ignore the whole project for months while playing The Face of Space.
This is not some ballooning/sailing/powerboating lark.
You are messing with The Future.
Snap out of it.
Can you say, "Spread too thin...too far afield..."?
I claim The Virgin Earth Challenge prize.
Pay up, and I'll sit with you. We can go over what to do next.
Steve Smyth
SmythSpace
NOTE...
You can help Sir Richard snap out of it by contacting Will Whitehorn. Will is President of Virgin Galactic Airways...Civilian Space Travel's first legitimate Chief Exec...and, has been Branson's right hand man at Virgin for quite some time.
wwhitehorn@virgin.co.uk
Be nice...this is serious biznis, but let him know what you think.
I know he'll pass it along.
smythspace@gmail.com
P.S...
I have offered Whitehorn a side bet...The Virgin Earth Challenge website has had more traffic in recent days...as a result of links from here, than it's had since going online Sep '007.
No dollar amount has been attached to this wager.
I'll settle for acknowledgement of the fact.
Their lack of response concerns me.
Apparently, Virgin isn't pleased that I'm generating interest in what could be the means to greater ends.
Why would that be?
If you are capable of grasping its essence, you'll realize that we can do more for the Future of Humanity, than anyone else...at this moment...our actions will stimulate further positivity, and result in great happenings all over the Globe.
If you are going to project yourself into this issue, prepare to stand and deliver.
Space Tourism was a natural for Virgin...Hotels in Space, and the vehicles to go there.
I knew you'd do it.
Congrats!
Ecobabbleism is a different world.
Nobody on Earth believes you are environmentally savvy.
You offer to buy us a solution, hoping to sway public opinion...then ignore the whole project for months while playing The Face of Space.
This is not some ballooning/sailing/powerboating lark.
You are messing with The Future.
Snap out of it.
Can you say, "Spread too thin...too far afield..."?
I claim The Virgin Earth Challenge prize.
Pay up, and I'll sit with you. We can go over what to do next.
Steve Smyth
SmythSpace
NOTE...
You can help Sir Richard snap out of it by contacting Will Whitehorn. Will is President of Virgin Galactic Airways...Civilian Space Travel's first legitimate Chief Exec...and, has been Branson's right hand man at Virgin for quite some time.
wwhitehorn@virgin.co.uk
Be nice...this is serious biznis, but let him know what you think.
I know he'll pass it along.
smythspace@gmail.com
P.S...
I have offered Whitehorn a side bet...The Virgin Earth Challenge website has had more traffic in recent days...as a result of links from here, than it's had since going online Sep '007.
No dollar amount has been attached to this wager.
I'll settle for acknowledgement of the fact.
Their lack of response concerns me.
Apparently, Virgin isn't pleased that I'm generating interest in what could be the means to greater ends.
Why would that be?
Saturday, June 2, 2007
here's the real skinny.Ecobabbleism is my term describing The Climate Crisis.
It is being practiced by Agenda Driven Corporations, Special Interest Groups, Self-Promoting Individuals, and Government Agencies.
Simply put, Ecobabbleism plays upon the doubts/fears of the populace...promoting, and promising greener pastures...while pushing various agendae which will assure practitioners Power in The Future.
The insidiousness of Ecobabbleism lies somewhere between The Masons and Scientology.
Thursday, May 31, 2007
OFFICIAL ENTRY...
...to Sir Richard Branson's Virgin Earth Challenge
Hi, I'm Steve Smyth. This is my Blog.
My purpose is...win said $25,000,000 ... all proceeds toward a brighter horizon for all Humanity.
As far as I can tell, I' ve done so.
Along with the Carbon Zero Aircraft, this Blog presents a fresh take on Ecobabbleism...the dangerous new Cult of the Environment...it's just as important as the vehicle itself...possibly more important...time will tell.
Unfortunately, careful reading of the rules, regs, and stipulations at virginearth.com, provides an obvious out for Branson.
Their website says, in long winded terms, that...while a solution is important, Virgin has no obligation to ever pay anyone anything, acknowledge the contributions, or do anything with the ideas.
Legal wrangling is childish...and would prove fruitless against The Rebel Billionaire.
This is an open presentation to the Court of Public Opinion.
Rules, regulations, and further stipulations aside, the only reason I can think of for Branson not to graciously acknowledge that I have presented Virgin with a doable alternative, complete with ever evolving solutions is, he can't pay.
It's OK. I understand that type of situation.
So, with a sense of good sportsmanship...( I've been overextended. It happens. )...I suggest Branson acknowledge, via major news outlets, that he has received a suggestion which seems to have serious potential, and that Virgin is pursuing further developments with Yours Truly.
I'm basing this hope on the fact that Branson's right hand Man, Will Whitehorn, requested my continued contributions, back in 1999...because Virgin would...'continue to seek solutions, and pursue further developments.'
No-one ever wrote back to me saying SpaceShipOne is the be all, and end all.
Sticking to the High-Road, recognizing that Will is very busy right now...perhaps this is a case of 'familiarity breeds contempt'.
Will can't see the forest for the trees.
The guy who has inundated his email box with thoughts RE Civilian Space Travel since the last Millennium, has presented the real deal...and it's all based on stuff I've been sending him for over eight years.
Now my suggestions are relevant, and he's blinded.
Confusing example...virginearth.com says...'a solution is needed of the utmost urgency'.
How urgent can it be when nothing is being done with entries?...if Branson doesn't want them, I'll take a look.
Maybe there are several great ideas in the pile of entries that Virgin's Judges are missing...I know there's one.
I guess it's possible they can't imagine a solution being so readily available...probably thinking super high tech...years away.
If so, why state...'utmost urgency'?
Of course, there's always the remote possibility that Branson simply hoped to defer criticism of his extreme Carbon Footprint by making the offer...with no intention of doing anything more.
Positive spin for Virgin is more important to Sir Richard than actually solving anything.
It's not to me.
It is my contention that offers such as Branson's "Challenge", and Turner's World Peace BS should be considered illegal self-promotion...until there's proof of positive intent...hey, Teddy, ya still holdin' that $25,000?...interest accrued, eh?...how many movie scripts came from all that free material?
Preying on the doubts of the populace is an age old power gambit, but doing it when you are the media, and can spin/control the outcome...no matter what the result...to the point of just making the whole biznis disappear...it's a whole new ballgame.
I've presented the clearest, most imminently achievable solution imaginable...tailored specifically to Virgin's theme.
With virtualy zero effort, Virgin could award the prize...and use their clout to brighten the horizon in general...but, they can't see it...because a solution is not what they are seeking.
Whitehorn has the keys to a brighter future...and he's holding said future hostage...acting pissy, because I've teased him a few times...GEEZ! more to follow...
Media Planting...
space seeds at loggerheads
Here's what it's all about.
Here's where it's going.
Here's where it starts.
Sunday, May 27, 2007
The Present...
Is the butterfly looking outward...contemplating an amazing voyage?
Or, is the little critter facing a screen...looking in on someone else's viewpoint?
That's where we stand.
How you feel, responding to this image...should serve as a clue to how you will fare in The Future.
History...
I agree with the prevailing wisdom on one thing..if we lose sight of our History, we will be unprepared for the present...History got us to here...it's the connection...our guidebook...our manual.
The more we know about our past successes and failures the better we become at utilizing the good and not repeating the failures...theoretically, that is...good and failure are pretty subjective terms.
However, the lessons of History do not apply to the current Global Crisis...picture a timeline of Human population...there's zero precedent for this situation.
Looking back...successwise...we proliferated...failurewise...who's to say?...that's what we know.
There's the rub.
To be perfectly honest with ourselves...this is our HeyDay...our day in the Sun...our time...the most exciting period in Human History...we are the Climax Animal of Planet Earth...and it appears we are making a mess of things.
In the past, there's never been an immediate, species threatening situation...which can be evaluated by everyone before proceeding.
It affects us all...and everyone knows about it.
Yeah, yeah...I know...not really everyone...but, everyone whose actions affect the future of anyone other than those in their small, off the grid/tribal unit.
This fact changes everything.
From this point forward, History is a fascinating burden...constant review is not going to solve anything.
We did this...we proliferated ourselfs into this mess...naturally.
What are we going to do about it?
Our intellect, relying on History, tells us we gotta do something...react and respond.
Take command of the situation...we always have...that's our way.
But, for some inexplicable reason, our way ain't cuttin' it anymore...time to move forward.
The End...for History.
Anything we can envision is possible.
We just gotta learn to project a brighter outlook.
SYOG
The more we know about our past successes and failures the better we become at utilizing the good and not repeating the failures...theoretically, that is...good and failure are pretty subjective terms.
However, the lessons of History do not apply to the current Global Crisis...picture a timeline of Human population...there's zero precedent for this situation.
Looking back...successwise...we proliferated...failurewise...who's to say?...that's what we know.
There's the rub.
To be perfectly honest with ourselves...this is our HeyDay...our day in the Sun...our time...the most exciting period in Human History...we are the Climax Animal of Planet Earth...and it appears we are making a mess of things.
In the past, there's never been an immediate, species threatening situation...which can be evaluated by everyone before proceeding.
It affects us all...and everyone knows about it.
Yeah, yeah...I know...not really everyone...but, everyone whose actions affect the future of anyone other than those in their small, off the grid/tribal unit.
This fact changes everything.
From this point forward, History is a fascinating burden...constant review is not going to solve anything.
We did this...we proliferated ourselfs into this mess...naturally.
What are we going to do about it?
Our intellect, relying on History, tells us we gotta do something...react and respond.
Take command of the situation...we always have...that's our way.
But, for some inexplicable reason, our way ain't cuttin' it anymore...time to move forward.
The End...for History.
Anything we can envision is possible.
We just gotta learn to project a brighter outlook.
SYOG
Saturday, May 26, 2007
Ecobabbleism on Earth...TIN MEN in Space...
I have seen the future...and it looks weird.
OILMANTALITY rules the planet...Richard Branson is The Face of Space.
Huddled Masses stare into their screens...hoping for a glimpse of real life...someone else's...from the past.
Yep...I said Huddled Masses...thought we were over that one, didn't ya?
What's the dif?
The Huddled Masses are cleaner, better trained, and most are sufficiently opiated...that's always been the goal, hasn't it?
Maybe this sounds good to you...maybe not.
I'm just giving you a glimpse, so we'll be prepared...like the good scouts we all are.
To learn more...carry on...it's all here.
Forge Ahead through these Interesting Times...curses!
NOTE...
The brilliant observer, Hunter S. Thompson said...'when the going gets weird...the weird turn pro'...I guess he was right.
OILMANTALITY rules the planet...Richard Branson is The Face of Space.
Huddled Masses stare into their screens...hoping for a glimpse of real life...someone else's...from the past.
Yep...I said Huddled Masses...thought we were over that one, didn't ya?
What's the dif?
The Huddled Masses are cleaner, better trained, and most are sufficiently opiated...that's always been the goal, hasn't it?
Maybe this sounds good to you...maybe not.
I'm just giving you a glimpse, so we'll be prepared...like the good scouts we all are.
To learn more...carry on...it's all here.
Forge Ahead through these Interesting Times...curses!
NOTE...
The brilliant observer, Hunter S. Thompson said...'when the going gets weird...the weird turn pro'...I guess he was right.
Friday, May 25, 2007
Thursday, May 24, 2007
it's working...
I just looked at drudgreport.com...as usual.
Today is the first time since this Blog began that there's no Ecobabble story featured.
Things may change by the time you check, because it's not a static page...but, right now, there are zero.
The public has had enough, before it ever really got started...the Anna Nicole story lasted longer...because it had legs.
This is significant, but not necessarily a good thing.
As with every step toward the future, there are pitfalls lurking.
Just because things start dying down in the media...does not mean nothing's happening...it means that media bosses aren't seeing the desired results...no perceived interest...no news...imagine what will happen if there's no light of day shone on these proceedings...demand your Ecobabble!
DRAT!...it don't get any easier...Forge Ahead!
While forging, remember...every form of Human behavior is driven by instinctual urges toward survival of the species.
Right now, we face decisions based on a population of 6 billion plus...better start planning on dinner for ten billion, or so...pretty soon.
We give ourselves credit for having this thing we call intellect...remember, none of the other species on Earth have this intellect thing...of course, we made it up, so who knows what it's worth?
If we could connect it to our survival instinct, we'd have a means of really checking it out...give her a real test drive...see how she performs under the gun...that sort of thing...this gadget provides the opportunity...don'tcha think?
All the squabbling, all the scheming, all the Ecobabble...amount to diddly-squat...the instinctive drive to mutiply and flourish still rules our every action.
Learn to mix in all the stuff swimming through our gourds...with a sense of all for one, one for all...and we might just be onto something here...DIG IT!
Today is the first time since this Blog began that there's no Ecobabble story featured.
Things may change by the time you check, because it's not a static page...but, right now, there are zero.
The public has had enough, before it ever really got started...the Anna Nicole story lasted longer...because it had legs.
This is significant, but not necessarily a good thing.
As with every step toward the future, there are pitfalls lurking.
Just because things start dying down in the media...does not mean nothing's happening...it means that media bosses aren't seeing the desired results...no perceived interest...no news...imagine what will happen if there's no light of day shone on these proceedings...demand your Ecobabble!
DRAT!...it don't get any easier...Forge Ahead!
While forging, remember...every form of Human behavior is driven by instinctual urges toward survival of the species.
Right now, we face decisions based on a population of 6 billion plus...better start planning on dinner for ten billion, or so...pretty soon.
We give ourselves credit for having this thing we call intellect...remember, none of the other species on Earth have this intellect thing...of course, we made it up, so who knows what it's worth?
If we could connect it to our survival instinct, we'd have a means of really checking it out...give her a real test drive...see how she performs under the gun...that sort of thing...this gadget provides the opportunity...don'tcha think?
All the squabbling, all the scheming, all the Ecobabble...amount to diddly-squat...the instinctive drive to mutiply and flourish still rules our every action.
Learn to mix in all the stuff swimming through our gourds...with a sense of all for one, one for all...and we might just be onto something here...DIG IT!
Monday, May 21, 2007
Alright!
This Blog started, 1/20/'007.
I hoped to project my point of view into the impending swirl of Ecobabble, which is sure to fill our gourds for as long as anyone alive today will be here to do anything about it.
King Petro Chem Rules...simple fact...we gotta deal with it.
It is essential that our outlook become more about not falling into the same old traps, than it is about guilt, blame, and undoing the past.
Back in January, it seemed important to state as much of my case as possible...as quickly as possible...this has been the ideal format.
Today, four short months later, I feel satisfied with one aspect of the project...it's here...on the record.
Now, it's time to use the material as reference, compare my recently projected POV to what is actually happening, and present some answers...you can do the same thing.
SmythSpace is open to interpretation...use it wisely.
I hoped to project my point of view into the impending swirl of Ecobabble, which is sure to fill our gourds for as long as anyone alive today will be here to do anything about it.
King Petro Chem Rules...simple fact...we gotta deal with it.
It is essential that our outlook become more about not falling into the same old traps, than it is about guilt, blame, and undoing the past.
Back in January, it seemed important to state as much of my case as possible...as quickly as possible...this has been the ideal format.
Today, four short months later, I feel satisfied with one aspect of the project...it's here...on the record.
Now, it's time to use the material as reference, compare my recently projected POV to what is actually happening, and present some answers...you can do the same thing.
SmythSpace is open to interpretation...use it wisely.
Here's an example...I say to you, "Let's go commune with nature."
The next thing you know, we're standing in a Video Arcade, inundated by noise, surrounded by...Holy Shit!...what the hell are we surrounded by?
It's nature, Kids...commune to your hearts content!
Stick with SmythSpace...and this example will make sense.
Forge ahead...
Save The Earth
Meet Lame & Flimsy...they're presenting an exciting new global juggling act...contrived to set our minds at ease during these interesting times.
You should see the guy on the right juggle plates...full ones.
The other one appears blind...( I just received this image, and don't yet know who's Lame and who's Flimsy)...maybe he's Blind Lemon Lame...Blues Juggler.
Anyway...just knowing they're out there tossing things around makes me feel good...I couldn't wait to share this with you...as soon as I know more, I'll report in...carry on...
NOTE...click FADDA EART...to your left...for more on Algore, et al...
REACT/RESPOND
As long as we continue to deal with the issues at hand in our typical REACT/RESPOND fashion...we're screwed...think NOLA.
The problem has to be right there, full blown, for all to see before reaction and response can happen...and...there has to be a system of precedence in place, to establish and disseminate the proper reaction/response mechanism to the populace.
I don't know what today's computer modeling terminology for such a system would be...but, I'll bet every model would predict failure of same...the system of precedence dooms everything...think about it...
The problems we face today cannot be 'waited for', dealt with, and RESPONDED/REACTED to.
Unless, of course, that's nature's way...in which case, I'm standin' at the rail, pissin' into the wind...right along with everyone else.
Embrace the ride...it's the only game in town
The problem has to be right there, full blown, for all to see before reaction and response can happen...and...there has to be a system of precedence in place, to establish and disseminate the proper reaction/response mechanism to the populace.
I don't know what today's computer modeling terminology for such a system would be...but, I'll bet every model would predict failure of same...the system of precedence dooms everything...think about it...
The problems we face today cannot be 'waited for', dealt with, and RESPONDED/REACTED to.
Unless, of course, that's nature's way...in which case, I'm standin' at the rail, pissin' into the wind...right along with everyone else.
Embrace the ride...it's the only game in town
Sunday, May 20, 2007
Reduce Puffery...
Puffery, Pomp and Circumstance, and all other Trappings of Power consume enormous amounts of energy.
Pols, and others, who seek public support, should instantly drop said Trappings...otherwise, they are all full of it...as I claim.
Let's see one of these Bozos really Buck the Tide, swim upstream, and break away from the schoolies.
The positive effect on Global Warming would be incredible...think of all the hot air that will be eliminated...isn't that a big part of the problem?
I liked the crazy guy who rolled his sleeves, and jumped around spewing spittle all over the place...get him back on the ticket...at least we'd know where things stand.
Of course...the folks who really need to see this are busy at the Blank-Faced Power-Lying seminar...so my hopes aren't all that high.
Gotta enjoy a grin over this once in a while...otherwise, why bother...this mess sucks!
Pols, and others, who seek public support, should instantly drop said Trappings...otherwise, they are all full of it...as I claim.
Let's see one of these Bozos really Buck the Tide, swim upstream, and break away from the schoolies.
The positive effect on Global Warming would be incredible...think of all the hot air that will be eliminated...isn't that a big part of the problem?
I liked the crazy guy who rolled his sleeves, and jumped around spewing spittle all over the place...get him back on the ticket...at least we'd know where things stand.
Of course...the folks who really need to see this are busy at the Blank-Faced Power-Lying seminar...so my hopes aren't all that high.
Gotta enjoy a grin over this once in a while...otherwise, why bother...this mess sucks!
outside what box?
The only boxes in nature...exist inside our gourds...we made 'em up.
It all began before time.
Some Hominid stared out the opening of his cave, too frightened to venture anywhere, starving to the point of hallucination, and on the verge of howling at the moon...which had gone from a huge round disc, to nothing, to a huge round disc again...since the last hunting and gathering venture.
Experience had given the Hominid fire and taught him to store water and dried foodstuff.
It wasn't all that bad, because he didn't know what he was missing...this was par for the course...hole up until the predators move on.
The moon began waning.
Lightbulb on!
The same ration of food disappeared between the appearances of the large round disc...every time.
There it is, Kids.
From that moment, 'til right now...our timeframe has been ruled by holed up survivors...staring fearfully outward.
They dreamed up The Box.
It exists for them...in their minds...let 'em have it.
learn more...
Saturday, May 19, 2007
Global Warming...wassupwidat?
With all the numbers being tossed around...fractions of a percentage point rise in temperature, barely measureable amounts of increased Carbon Dioxide...etc...I started looking into possibilities other than those most touted.
The first thought that made any sense was a possible contracting of Earth's orbit around the Sun.
It seems like everything else in the Universe is in a stage of contraction, inexorably drawn toward some center.
Why not our orbit?
After some consideration, I figured Earth's orbit, contracting by only our own diameter, might make a noticeable difference.
Temperatures rise and drop considerably in any given location due to seasonal changes in Sun angles...why not because of getting a little closer?
The surprising thing is...there's no measurement even close to accurate enough to detect such a change.
93,000,000 miles is as close to a useable number as any.
There are refinements...Scientists talk in Astronomical Units...but their estimates are no closer than the old Kellogg's Corn Flakes ads...one AU is about 93,000,000 miles.
Who knows how realistic my thoughts about getting too close to the Sun might be?
There's no way to measure it...that surprises me.
Maybe it's a case of those in the know deciding the public isn't prepared for such info...it happens.
More likely...no-one's come up with a way to make money from the knowledge...yet
And...Poluticians* can't come up with a way to make it relevant in upcoming elections...what would they promise to do?
* Poluticians is a typo, but it looks good...pollute icians...polluting people's minds with their Agenda Driven Global Warming Gibberish...
smythspace@gmail.com
The first thought that made any sense was a possible contracting of Earth's orbit around the Sun.
It seems like everything else in the Universe is in a stage of contraction, inexorably drawn toward some center.
Why not our orbit?
After some consideration, I figured Earth's orbit, contracting by only our own diameter, might make a noticeable difference.
Temperatures rise and drop considerably in any given location due to seasonal changes in Sun angles...why not because of getting a little closer?
The surprising thing is...there's no measurement even close to accurate enough to detect such a change.
93,000,000 miles is as close to a useable number as any.
There are refinements...Scientists talk in Astronomical Units...but their estimates are no closer than the old Kellogg's Corn Flakes ads...one AU is about 93,000,000 miles.
Who knows how realistic my thoughts about getting too close to the Sun might be?
There's no way to measure it...that surprises me.
Maybe it's a case of those in the know deciding the public isn't prepared for such info...it happens.
More likely...no-one's come up with a way to make money from the knowledge...yet
And...Poluticians* can't come up with a way to make it relevant in upcoming elections...what would they promise to do?
* Poluticians is a typo, but it looks good...pollute icians...polluting people's minds with their Agenda Driven Global Warming Gibberish...
smythspace@gmail.com
the www...a no tech voyage
First contact...
A group of computer wizards...guys I knew...were exploring, discussing, and trying out the web.
Naturally, the first thoughts were about what you could get away with...v...what would come back to bite you.
These guys wanted it to be OK to try any wacky money-making scheme, check out all the weird stuff, sign up for anything...with no fear of repercussion.
Just being around grown men fooling theirselfs, while using some arcane, childish sounding lingo made me uncomfortable...they'd say 'gigabyte' and look around at each other, grinning like it was the password to King Solomon's Mine.
So, I rarely said anything...just marveled.
The talk turned to modem quality, as they held and viewed the phone-link mechanism.
I said, without much thought, "Wait a minute. The phone can be immediately traced back by almost anyone. How can that not apply to the internet?"
In unison...from five pros..."Oh, no that's different."
Techno wizards...snowed by their own device.
I couldn't resist.
The above took place in 1995.
So far, I've mostly learned what not to do...trial and error.
I still know very little about this gadget...if I'm away from the screen for a day, it's like starting all over again.
So...what's the point?
Since I know little, and cannot, to this day, bring myself to use the language...I've come up with an alternative POV RE the www.
It's a natural, evolutionary mechanism...it exists because civilization has enabled Humans, who stood zero chance of survival in previous ages, to survive, and flourish...Geeks.
If the Geeks are to carry forth, mind sharing must exist...they ain't gonna last long in a physical survival of the fittest regime.
Nature, in some natural way, has led us to here...this Geeky device is the solution to The Global Crisis...not just what I put up here, or any other single individual...the whole...in its entirety...before inevitable censorship and ever decreasing access narrows the field to a few points of view.
Ironically, getting to the point where we face The Global Crisis is exactly what it took to get to here...naturally, eh?
A group of computer wizards...guys I knew...were exploring, discussing, and trying out the web.
Naturally, the first thoughts were about what you could get away with...v...what would come back to bite you.
These guys wanted it to be OK to try any wacky money-making scheme, check out all the weird stuff, sign up for anything...with no fear of repercussion.
Just being around grown men fooling theirselfs, while using some arcane, childish sounding lingo made me uncomfortable...they'd say 'gigabyte' and look around at each other, grinning like it was the password to King Solomon's Mine.
So, I rarely said anything...just marveled.
The talk turned to modem quality, as they held and viewed the phone-link mechanism.
I said, without much thought, "Wait a minute. The phone can be immediately traced back by almost anyone. How can that not apply to the internet?"
In unison...from five pros..."Oh, no that's different."
Techno wizards...snowed by their own device.
I couldn't resist.
The above took place in 1995.
So far, I've mostly learned what not to do...trial and error.
I still know very little about this gadget...if I'm away from the screen for a day, it's like starting all over again.
So...what's the point?
Since I know little, and cannot, to this day, bring myself to use the language...I've come up with an alternative POV RE the www.
It's a natural, evolutionary mechanism...it exists because civilization has enabled Humans, who stood zero chance of survival in previous ages, to survive, and flourish...Geeks.
If the Geeks are to carry forth, mind sharing must exist...they ain't gonna last long in a physical survival of the fittest regime.
Nature, in some natural way, has led us to here...this Geeky device is the solution to The Global Crisis...not just what I put up here, or any other single individual...the whole...in its entirety...before inevitable censorship and ever decreasing access narrows the field to a few points of view.
Ironically, getting to the point where we face The Global Crisis is exactly what it took to get to here...naturally, eh?
Thursday, May 17, 2007
Virgin Earth...imagine that...
The Rebel Billionaire wins round one.
I was glad to see that Sir Richard jumped aboard the Space Tourism bandwagon in 1999.
Will Whitehorn can tell you that I have participated in, offered suggestions to, and continuously encouraged Virgin's effort...since their very earliest announcement.
I backed Virgin Galactic because it seemed obvious that Branson wouldn't announce unless he was serious.
Space Travel...what greater adventure is there for an adventurer?
Virgin has done us all a great service.
Let's see where it goes from here.
I wish them the best...but, don't forget...so far, all that's happened is Virgin, on my suggestion, backed Rutan to win The X-Prize.
At the time of the Virgin/Scaled Composites union, the X-Prize was not even fully funded.
Rutan was close to ready, but couldn't proceed without hope of winning the prize...investors wanted more than just satisfaction.
Branson threw his hat into the ring, and Viola!...X-Prize gets funding, Rutan proceeds, and The Rebel Billionaire uses his media wizardry to move awareness of civilian space travel forward by leaps and bounds...just like I suggested to Whitehorn, shortly before the coming together of all parties.
Then, out of the clear blue, Branson hangs out with Algore, goes Enviro Mental...and starts announcing all sorts of wacky stuff.
Every dime Branson has ever earned, from selling 'cut-out' Vinyl Records, to CD's and Cell Phones...via Jet Fuel, electronic media, and promotional stunts...including SpaceShipOne...depends upon Petro Chemical Waste.
Every product a Petro Chem, or dependent upon Fossil Fuel.
Methinks he doth protesteth too muckin' futcheth...eh?
Space Tourism needed a boost...Earth does not need The Virgin Earth Challenge .
Someone, please tell me what it says over there...I won, according to my reading of the rules...see.
Besides, it really doesn't sit well with me when a powerful Media Mogul starts projecting the term VirginEarth, just as he's entering the Space Travel Biz...something smells fishy there...he's got Virgin painted in red, all over everything else he owns...when he paints it across Antarctica, the color should be changed to black...with a huge Carbon Footprint stomping across the lettering...don'tcha think?
There's no need for Sir Richard to name Earth after himself...he's already made a significant mark...a great big black one, eh?
P.S...now that I think of it, he can have VirginEarth...I got SmythSpace...round two goes to Yours Truly...make the check payable to cash, OK?...a Twenty-Five Million Dollar Check, payable to cash...now, that's a Work of Art...and spell the name right on the announcements, please...all proceeds go directly toward expanding the horizon for all Humanity.
I was glad to see that Sir Richard jumped aboard the Space Tourism bandwagon in 1999.
Will Whitehorn can tell you that I have participated in, offered suggestions to, and continuously encouraged Virgin's effort...since their very earliest announcement.
I backed Virgin Galactic because it seemed obvious that Branson wouldn't announce unless he was serious.
Space Travel...what greater adventure is there for an adventurer?
Virgin has done us all a great service.
Let's see where it goes from here.
I wish them the best...but, don't forget...so far, all that's happened is Virgin, on my suggestion, backed Rutan to win The X-Prize.
At the time of the Virgin/Scaled Composites union, the X-Prize was not even fully funded.
Rutan was close to ready, but couldn't proceed without hope of winning the prize...investors wanted more than just satisfaction.
Branson threw his hat into the ring, and Viola!...X-Prize gets funding, Rutan proceeds, and The Rebel Billionaire uses his media wizardry to move awareness of civilian space travel forward by leaps and bounds...just like I suggested to Whitehorn, shortly before the coming together of all parties.
Then, out of the clear blue, Branson hangs out with Algore, goes Enviro Mental...and starts announcing all sorts of wacky stuff.
Every dime Branson has ever earned, from selling 'cut-out' Vinyl Records, to CD's and Cell Phones...via Jet Fuel, electronic media, and promotional stunts...including SpaceShipOne...depends upon Petro Chemical Waste.
Every product a Petro Chem, or dependent upon Fossil Fuel.
Methinks he doth protesteth too muckin' futcheth...eh?
Space Tourism needed a boost...Earth does not need The Virgin Earth Challenge .
Someone, please tell me what it says over there...I won, according to my reading of the rules...see.
Besides, it really doesn't sit well with me when a powerful Media Mogul starts projecting the term VirginEarth, just as he's entering the Space Travel Biz...something smells fishy there...he's got Virgin painted in red, all over everything else he owns...when he paints it across Antarctica, the color should be changed to black...with a huge Carbon Footprint stomping across the lettering...don'tcha think?
There's no need for Sir Richard to name Earth after himself...he's already made a significant mark...a great big black one, eh?
P.S...now that I think of it, he can have VirginEarth...I got SmythSpace...round two goes to Yours Truly...make the check payable to cash, OK?...a Twenty-Five Million Dollar Check, payable to cash...now, that's a Work of Art...and spell the name right on the announcements, please...all proceeds go directly toward expanding the horizon for all Humanity.
Wednesday, May 16, 2007
OPEN LETTER...Will Whitehorn...Virgin Galactic...
Hi Will,
Practice is over.
All that's required is a venue.
Did you ask the Boss if he accepts my challenge RE racing to his island from anywhere in space?
By the way...my entire construction, launch, flight, and re-entry plan is virtually Carbon Zero... hint...hint.
Plus...I can add three zeros to any investment above $50,000...easily.
I've never really presented the little trade secrets to Gaia Two's abilities...as the vehicle Falls into Space, the drop actually stores and releases enormous energy from the vehicle's essence...just as the outward thrust commences.
It's all about the flow...over, and under the shape at key moments...creating the Thrust Cushion...stay tuned.
NOTE...
http://smythspace.blogspot.com/2007/05/heres-vehicle.html
...just in case any of it has slipped your mind during these busy times.
Carry on! http://virginpush.blogspot.com
learn more/comment... smythspace@gmail.com
Practice is over.
All that's required is a venue.
Did you ask the Boss if he accepts my challenge RE racing to his island from anywhere in space?
By the way...my entire construction, launch, flight, and re-entry plan is virtually Carbon Zero... hint...hint.
Plus...I can add three zeros to any investment above $50,000...easily.
I've never really presented the little trade secrets to Gaia Two's abilities...as the vehicle Falls into Space, the drop actually stores and releases enormous energy from the vehicle's essence...just as the outward thrust commences.
It's all about the flow...over, and under the shape at key moments...creating the Thrust Cushion...stay tuned.
NOTE...
http://smythspace.blogspot.com/2007/05/heres-vehicle.html
...just in case any of it has slipped your mind during these busy times.
Carry on! http://virginpush.blogspot.com
learn more/comment... smythspace@gmail.com
Tuesday, May 15, 2007
Review...
There's a lot here....time to digest, before I become guilty of exactly what I'm trying to prevent...spreading Ecobabbleism
One of my techniques is to leave things alone for a while...then go back and try to read like someone who's seeing the material for the first time. If it works, I get a different impression with every read.
Today, it worked...here's my first impression.
The onslaught of gibberish about to ensue RE The Climate Crisis, is far more dangerous than all the Anthropogenic Carbon Dioxide ever produced.
The solution will be worse than the disease...like radiation therapy. Anthropogenic/Carcinogenic...what's the dif?
Save the Earth has been turned into a guilt trip...because it's been co-opted, and is being spewed by guilty parties, hoping to atone.
Ecobabbleism will lead to frantic GeoEngineering...11th hour, doom from a comet scenario, heroic leaders anguish over collateral damage...all sorts of pleasant possibilities loom.
And, if we don't pay attention, it's just gonna be 'meet the new boss, same as the old boss'...but much, much worse.
STOP OILMANTALITY!
There...you actually needn't read anything more, unless you enjoy the idea of seeing into the future through your own eyes.
You'll be needing a Personal Cosmology...otherwise...go forward believing the agenda driven blather of others...not much good ever comes from that, eh?
What goes around really does come around...and ya really do reap what ya sew.
Try it!
One of my techniques is to leave things alone for a while...then go back and try to read like someone who's seeing the material for the first time. If it works, I get a different impression with every read.
Today, it worked...here's my first impression.
The onslaught of gibberish about to ensue RE The Climate Crisis, is far more dangerous than all the Anthropogenic Carbon Dioxide ever produced.
The solution will be worse than the disease...like radiation therapy. Anthropogenic/Carcinogenic...what's the dif?
Save the Earth has been turned into a guilt trip...because it's been co-opted, and is being spewed by guilty parties, hoping to atone.
Ecobabbleism will lead to frantic GeoEngineering...11th hour, doom from a comet scenario, heroic leaders anguish over collateral damage...all sorts of pleasant possibilities loom.
And, if we don't pay attention, it's just gonna be 'meet the new boss, same as the old boss'...but much, much worse.
STOP OILMANTALITY!
There...you actually needn't read anything more, unless you enjoy the idea of seeing into the future through your own eyes.
You'll be needing a Personal Cosmology...otherwise...go forward believing the agenda driven blather of others...not much good ever comes from that, eh?
What goes around really does come around...and ya really do reap what ya sew.
Try it!
Monday, May 14, 2007
IT AIN'T THE OIL
IT'S THE OILMAN
One thing we do have control over in The Global Crisis is...Dammitt...I can't think of one.
Back to the drawing board...a few minutes later...
Ah Ha!...Got one.
Personal Spending... http://smythspace.blogspot.com/2007/02/answers.html
One thing we do have control over in The Global Crisis is...Dammitt...I can't think of one.
Back to the drawing board...a few minutes later...
Ah Ha!...Got one.
Personal Spending... http://smythspace.blogspot.com/2007/02/answers.html
Sunday, May 13, 2007
Mudda's Day...by Fadda Eart
Here's some POV from Father Earth...his friends call him Fadda Eart, or Pops Eart...
Mudda wants me to remind you that Dinosaurs made less of a mess.
The peak of Reptilian existence came very close to creating permanent, low lying methane clouds...almost overwhelming the exchange of oxygen...and turning the verdant Eart into a fetid, putrid swamp.
Too many Brontosauri in one location was deadly...those boys could fart, lemme tell ya.
Funny, dumb, flatulent, hapless creatures...I liked 'em.
You know how they moved around.
Badumpadump...badumpadump...heads all bobbin' around.
They're gone...along with their kindred Reptilians...collateral damage, eh?
Mudda couldn't breathe.
This morning she awoke to total friggin' cacophony...created by us.
Figger the rest out for yourselfs.
Happy Mudda's Day...Mudda F'ers...yer makin' the ol' Gal cranky.
Oh, yeah...just because it's Mudda's day, don't mean ya can relax.
How about this?
By the time Ethanol becomes ubiquitous, The Petro Chems will own everything, from the ground the corn is grown on, to the distribution stations...and, since there will be no other economy, because Petro Chem/Plastic production has ceased, they'll finance, manufacture, lease, and re-cycle the vehicles...a perfect, closed-loop economy....sounds sorta OK, 'til ya realize it's gonne be Oil Men, all over again...new boss, same as the ol' boss, eh?
It ain't the oil...it's the Oil Man...petro, or corn...oil just sits there.
Plus, imagine the excuses they'll have to do Genetic Engineering with their "NON-FOOD" corn...check out the accidental cross-pollination of genetically altered/non-gentically altered corn happening right now...picture that on a grand scale...managed by OILMANTALITY.
Cripes, if we can't foresee this one, and set up parameters, before the response/react phase, we deserve whatever happens.
There are no applicable lessons from History on this one...except...Might Makes Right.
More power to ya, Kids!
Mudda wants me to remind you that Dinosaurs made less of a mess.
The peak of Reptilian existence came very close to creating permanent, low lying methane clouds...almost overwhelming the exchange of oxygen...and turning the verdant Eart into a fetid, putrid swamp.
Too many Brontosauri in one location was deadly...those boys could fart, lemme tell ya.
Funny, dumb, flatulent, hapless creatures...I liked 'em.
You know how they moved around.
Badumpadump...badumpadump...heads all bobbin' around.
They're gone...along with their kindred Reptilians...collateral damage, eh?
Mudda couldn't breathe.
This morning she awoke to total friggin' cacophony...created by us.
Figger the rest out for yourselfs.
Happy Mudda's Day...Mudda F'ers...yer makin' the ol' Gal cranky.
Oh, yeah...just because it's Mudda's day, don't mean ya can relax.
How about this?
By the time Ethanol becomes ubiquitous, The Petro Chems will own everything, from the ground the corn is grown on, to the distribution stations...and, since there will be no other economy, because Petro Chem/Plastic production has ceased, they'll finance, manufacture, lease, and re-cycle the vehicles...a perfect, closed-loop economy....sounds sorta OK, 'til ya realize it's gonne be Oil Men, all over again...new boss, same as the ol' boss, eh?
It ain't the oil...it's the Oil Man...petro, or corn...oil just sits there.
Plus, imagine the excuses they'll have to do Genetic Engineering with their "NON-FOOD" corn...check out the accidental cross-pollination of genetically altered/non-gentically altered corn happening right now...picture that on a grand scale...managed by OILMANTALITY.
Cripes, if we can't foresee this one, and set up parameters, before the response/react phase, we deserve whatever happens.
There are no applicable lessons from History on this one...except...Might Makes Right.
More power to ya, Kids!
Saturday, May 12, 2007
Does this work...get your attention...make you smile...wonder?
Can I interest you in the potential negative impact of expansion slipping from our collective psyche?
Sex may sell, food's great, shelter is cool...or warm if needed...intoxication has always helped, but expansion's the issue.
Find your way back here, and carry on!
America...love it, or leave it
Remember that one?
Nobody seems to be heeding the advice.
All we do is bitch about everything, and I don't see anyone leaving.
I think Pols want fences to keep us in...not to keep others out...a trained populace isn't easy to come by...can't have any of 'em escaping.
Because, pretty soon, the only way out will be up...and up is already filled with weaponry...pointed back this way.
Wassupwidat?
Nobody seems to be heeding the advice.
All we do is bitch about everything, and I don't see anyone leaving.
I think Pols want fences to keep us in...not to keep others out...a trained populace isn't easy to come by...can't have any of 'em escaping.
Because, pretty soon, the only way out will be up...and up is already filled with weaponry...pointed back this way.
Wassupwidat?
Friday, May 11, 2007
note to self...ATTABOY...
Good on ya...little pat on the back...ouch, reaching back there hurts...it's been a long winter...oh, well...'nuffa dat...
Right now, there is email banter among Yours Truly, Will Whitehorn of Virgin, Alan Boyle of MSNBC, and Matt Drudge of Drudgereport.
This exchange can become foolish jousting and posturing among the participants...email pissing contest, eh?
Or, Sir Richard Branson can, as I have suggested via said email exchange, use the opportunity... and enlighten the public to a key aspect of The Global Crisis.
I have suggested Virgin put a stop to Petro Chem based jewel-cases for CDs, etc...and use of different materials in cell phone production...both are major components of the Virgin Empire.
Whitehorn makes excuse after excuse...PhD in waffling, I think...he's in a tough spot...first ever Executive Officer of a Civilian Space operation, and he has to answer to me about his Boss's overexuberant pronouncements RE Earth's Environment...wheww!!!...no thanks...
I say, "Tell the Boss to admit he's bitten off more than he can chew, because ceasing jewel case production would topple economies. He cannot do the right thing alone anymore. This is bigger than The Rebel Billionaire...he shot his mouth off...stand an deliver...I'll help make the transition to humility less humbling."
And...use the chance to clear up a foggy situation...we cannot stop Petro Chem production and use...it's everything...no gas...no cell phones...stop the wallowing/pandering...learn to nurture...allow to heal...and get on about developing the alternatives...while paying close attention to the transition...I don't want Oil Man Mentality to seep into the future...YECHH!...OILMANTALITY...another new word for ya'll to enjoy...
Sir Richard is one of the leading offenders in this mess...he must have seen "The Graduate"... "Plastics..."
That's where things stand...for now...stay tuned...
Can you say, "Hoist by your own Petard?"
Branson's whole gig, including SpaceShipOne is Petro Chem based...some people's kids, eh?
Fadda Eart...blame where blame is due...
LATE BREAKING FLASH...
I just took a break to have lunch and watch a little TV news.
Honest to All That's Holy...
I flipped on Science Channel...the first thing to pop onscreen was some ungodly speedboat, roaring over the Atlantic, with Virgin painted across the foredeck...within seconds, there's ol' Sir Richard and Crew pumping salt-water-tainted fuel into the ocean...so their race against some decades old Atlantic Crossing Record...set by a commercial ocean liner, for Pete's sake...wouldn't fail.
Man, I wish I had the ability to make stuff like that up...it would be so much easier.
Right now, there is email banter among Yours Truly, Will Whitehorn of Virgin, Alan Boyle of MSNBC, and Matt Drudge of Drudgereport.
This exchange can become foolish jousting and posturing among the participants...email pissing contest, eh?
Or, Sir Richard Branson can, as I have suggested via said email exchange, use the opportunity... and enlighten the public to a key aspect of The Global Crisis.
I have suggested Virgin put a stop to Petro Chem based jewel-cases for CDs, etc...and use of different materials in cell phone production...both are major components of the Virgin Empire.
Whitehorn makes excuse after excuse...PhD in waffling, I think...he's in a tough spot...first ever Executive Officer of a Civilian Space operation, and he has to answer to me about his Boss's overexuberant pronouncements RE Earth's Environment...wheww!!!...no thanks...
I say, "Tell the Boss to admit he's bitten off more than he can chew, because ceasing jewel case production would topple economies. He cannot do the right thing alone anymore. This is bigger than The Rebel Billionaire...he shot his mouth off...stand an deliver...I'll help make the transition to humility less humbling."
And...use the chance to clear up a foggy situation...we cannot stop Petro Chem production and use...it's everything...no gas...no cell phones...stop the wallowing/pandering...learn to nurture...allow to heal...and get on about developing the alternatives...while paying close attention to the transition...I don't want Oil Man Mentality to seep into the future...YECHH!...OILMANTALITY...another new word for ya'll to enjoy...
Sir Richard is one of the leading offenders in this mess...he must have seen "The Graduate"... "Plastics..."
That's where things stand...for now...stay tuned...
Can you say, "Hoist by your own Petard?"
Branson's whole gig, including SpaceShipOne is Petro Chem based...some people's kids, eh?
Fadda Eart...blame where blame is due...
LATE BREAKING FLASH...
I just took a break to have lunch and watch a little TV news.
Honest to All That's Holy...
I flipped on Science Channel...the first thing to pop onscreen was some ungodly speedboat, roaring over the Atlantic, with Virgin painted across the foredeck...within seconds, there's ol' Sir Richard and Crew pumping salt-water-tainted fuel into the ocean...so their race against some decades old Atlantic Crossing Record...set by a commercial ocean liner, for Pete's sake...wouldn't fail.
Man, I wish I had the ability to make stuff like that up...it would be so much easier.
Thursday, May 10, 2007
Here's the vehicle...
It's going to be a while before Human expansion beyond Earth is realized.
In the meantime...I got an idea.
Gaia Two...Earth Two, if you will...becomes the test platform.
As far as I can tell, after years of careful consideration, based on practical experience, this vehicle solves launch, re-entry, re-use, reliability, extended voyage capability...the list goes on.
The concept sprang to life around 1982, and has been in development ever since.
The design is essentially a Tensegrital Monocoque...an integral, self-contained, self-sustaining unit...at home in any fluid medium.
She can do it all!
There is, however, one problem.
The curves can only be produced using Petro Chem Waste.
Aramid Fibres, and Epoxy Resin are the only materials currently available which can be molded into compound, convex, convoluted curves, such as those required to develop the spacecraft...while retaining the vehicle's Tensegrital nature.
Not gonna happen on my watch, Kids!
Here's my offer...
Show me non-Petro Chem products, which have the same properties as Kevlar, and Resin. Together, we'll present Gaia Two, via this medium, to everyone...live webcam 24/7/365...'til she flys...launch and flights will be presented, with external views of the vehicle, plastered with sponsor logos, reflecting and shimmering...combined with views from a camera mounted atop her vertical stabilizer...the view will be Universe Rising.
The simple reality of hope will stimulate incredible events.
That can't be a bad thing, eh?
Every Voyage begins somewhere...why not right here?
Gaia Two will Fall into Space, propelled by compressed air...and return gently...like a controlled falling leaf...landing smoothly on water.
Oh, yeah...if you come up with said non-Petro Chem product, you'll rule the world...take the money, but be nice, OK?
Forge Ahead!
Wednesday, May 9, 2007
Wampum...
Here's an image I've always liked.Whatever Google does to them, when formatting for HTML, causes quite a bit of fuzzy distortion.
Imagine how nice it would look, sharp & crystal clear, as wallpaper for your desktop.
Drop me a line...
smythspace@gmail.com
I'll return a beautiful wallpaper...don't worry, I wouldn't know how to do anything untoward with your info...you're safe here.
The seashell theme reminds me of...
http://smythspace.blogspot.com/2007/01/holdin-wampum.html
have fun...
Tuesday, May 8, 2007
This is...
Don'tcha think?
We need to determine where the desire to make the best of all things comes from.
Is it nature, or nurture?
Either way, it's nature, because we are nature...nurturing is in our nature.
At least it was...until common sense got lost in the shuffle.
Is it nature, or nurture?
Either way, it's nature, because we are nature...nurturing is in our nature.
At least it was...until common sense got lost in the shuffle.
Suggestion...
This format publishes newest first...so, I've written it backwards.
Newcomers are seeing the latest developments, without having a clue about 'what, where, when, and why'.
Don't be concerned.
You're probably less confused than those who have been reading all along.
There's a lot here...as much as I can muster...as rapidly as I can produce.
Truthfully, you should be able to jump around from page to page, skim, scan, and return to pages listed under the 'SO FAR' heading at left...when you finish a page, click newer/older post, and simply follow the directions at page bottom.
Sea Change is like the popular Treasure Hunt book of several years ago... "Masquerade".
Except this Blog is the jewel encrusted, solid gold bunny rabbit...you've found the Treasure.
Whatcha gonna do with it, eh?
Newcomers are seeing the latest developments, without having a clue about 'what, where, when, and why'.
Don't be concerned.
You're probably less confused than those who have been reading all along.
There's a lot here...as much as I can muster...as rapidly as I can produce.
Truthfully, you should be able to jump around from page to page, skim, scan, and return to pages listed under the 'SO FAR' heading at left...when you finish a page, click newer/older post, and simply follow the directions at page bottom.
Sea Change is like the popular Treasure Hunt book of several years ago... "Masquerade".
Except this Blog is the jewel encrusted, solid gold bunny rabbit...you've found the Treasure.
Whatcha gonna do with it, eh?
Saturday, May 5, 2007
I just realized...
Sea Change is produced using only 100% Re-Cycled Electrons.Google 'ecobabbleism'...
www.google.com
simply tell your friends to Google ecobabbleism...all the buzzwords appear right there...one click away...that's pretty nifty...don'tcha think?
The ability to say Google ecobabbleism...out loud...in mixed company...without giggling, or gurgling, is proof that one is ahead of the curve...really!
When it all comes around, and Google ecobabbleism is generically infused...partly because of your involvement...you'll feel so good, it'll tickle you in places ya didn't even know ya had...or, have long forgotten.
Rawfeed...unedited...make of it what you will...
Take pride in your work.
What a great concept to instill into the minds of a population whose task is developing an Industrialized Nation.
It worked brilliantly...for a while.
Now, in a Post-Industrialized World, the left-over Homo Sapiens, still proud of their work, bite the bullet, while pride and boastfullness over not working, not providing anything tangible... gleaning the remains, if you will, becomes the way of the land...can you say, "Homo Technus" Rules?
As long as we continue forward under these conditions, we will never muster the gumption necessary to accomplish anything.
Why bother...eh?
NOTE...that's some extra raw material...
I don't even know what it means...yet...something to do with a weakening trend...
By way of clarification...old timers around the Gloucester Waterfront could often be heard to say, "It's a great life if ya don't weaken."
Over many years around said waterfront, I've worked with a number of strong, capable, vital individuals in their 80's, and even 90's.
Pride in their work is the one constant.
I don't think Humanity can afford to let something like that escape our grasp.
We are struggling enough right now, don'tcha think.
What a great concept to instill into the minds of a population whose task is developing an Industrialized Nation.
It worked brilliantly...for a while.
Now, in a Post-Industrialized World, the left-over Homo Sapiens, still proud of their work, bite the bullet, while pride and boastfullness over not working, not providing anything tangible... gleaning the remains, if you will, becomes the way of the land...can you say, "Homo Technus" Rules?
As long as we continue forward under these conditions, we will never muster the gumption necessary to accomplish anything.
Why bother...eh?
NOTE...that's some extra raw material...
I don't even know what it means...yet...something to do with a weakening trend...
By way of clarification...old timers around the Gloucester Waterfront could often be heard to say, "It's a great life if ya don't weaken."
Over many years around said waterfront, I've worked with a number of strong, capable, vital individuals in their 80's, and even 90's.
Pride in their work is the one constant.
I don't think Humanity can afford to let something like that escape our grasp.
We are struggling enough right now, don'tcha think.
Thursday, May 3, 2007
Phewww!!!
It's always good to survive the stupid phases.
Take stock for a moment.
That's what just happened.
Humanity has, through instant evolution, and blind luck, survived one of our stupidest phases ever.
We've learned that when anything is turned loose on the public, there's a period of discovery, a thrilling stretch of usage-development, and abuse 'til it's gone...levels of turmoil correspond accordingly.
Left unchecked, that is what we will do every single time.
So, turn this loose...and speed up the process...it is infinitely renewable.
Plus, Ecobabble has opened avenues of discussion all around the Globe.
There's a built in market...go for it Kids...
I'm taking the top this, M'fers approach...let's see what ya got!
Here's my opening...
For one sorry stretch, Humanity produced way too many sleazeballs...so many, in fact, that some rose inexplicably to the top...how else can we explain the recent half millennium?
Their time is passed.
Culture Starved, as we are, whatever hits the target...right now...will become the future.
Dick Tracy's wrist radio has become Cellular Technology...major Global Industry from a cartoon, fer cryin' out loud.
That one happened pretty much on its own...comic book kids, science geeks, and Popular Mechanics addicts saw to that...ideas were excitedly shared, and expanded upon...not sold...at least in the early stages.
The later stages, when the $ started changing hands, never would have happened without the freely shared period...is anyone left alive who can handle the sacrifices required to go through another freely shared period?
With what we now know, we should be able to take virtually any idea, spread it generously throughout the media, and get a positive result.
Let's give it a try...anybody home?
Pretty far out thought, but simple, true, and doable...eh?
Forge Ahead!
Take stock for a moment.
That's what just happened.
Humanity has, through instant evolution, and blind luck, survived one of our stupidest phases ever.
We've learned that when anything is turned loose on the public, there's a period of discovery, a thrilling stretch of usage-development, and abuse 'til it's gone...levels of turmoil correspond accordingly.
Left unchecked, that is what we will do every single time.
So, turn this loose...and speed up the process...it is infinitely renewable.
Plus, Ecobabble has opened avenues of discussion all around the Globe.
There's a built in market...go for it Kids...
I'm taking the top this, M'fers approach...let's see what ya got!
Here's my opening...
For one sorry stretch, Humanity produced way too many sleazeballs...so many, in fact, that some rose inexplicably to the top...how else can we explain the recent half millennium?
Their time is passed.
Culture Starved, as we are, whatever hits the target...right now...will become the future.
Dick Tracy's wrist radio has become Cellular Technology...major Global Industry from a cartoon, fer cryin' out loud.
That one happened pretty much on its own...comic book kids, science geeks, and Popular Mechanics addicts saw to that...ideas were excitedly shared, and expanded upon...not sold...at least in the early stages.
The later stages, when the $ started changing hands, never would have happened without the freely shared period...is anyone left alive who can handle the sacrifices required to go through another freely shared period?
With what we now know, we should be able to take virtually any idea, spread it generously throughout the media, and get a positive result.
Let's give it a try...anybody home?
Pretty far out thought, but simple, true, and doable...eh?
Forge Ahead!
Wednesday, May 2, 2007
general info...
Rawfeed...make of it what you will...
This just crossed my mind...in a time when name, rank, SS#, and some kinda gas voucher system becomes the norm, this will still be here...in the ether.
Truth be told, that's the basic reason behind my willingness to delve into this gadget.
If you are newly arrived at SmythSpace, this will make even less sense to you than it does to regular readers...but, that's fine.
My hope is to present brain freshening notions...sensible, senseless, or otherwise...
I really do believe that the internet is a natural occurrence, arrived at via evolution.
Weird, geeky individuals...non-survivors in previous ages...have survived to adulthood and come through just in time.
That's why we've made it to now...blind luck.
Don't kid yourselves...nobody would have ever picked any of them for the team...don't try to take credit...it happened all by itself.
Get your heads up, and let's get down to biznis...we're all in the same friggin' mess.
...end Rawfeed...
Monday, April 30, 2007
back to...
fairly regular postings at this location...
It seems my best course of action, at the present moment, is your basic name-dropping for fun and profit.
Let's start with my all time favorite Media Planting event...the one which should push this over the top.
If it works, Art Dif, Billionaire Enviro Mentalist sits down with Algore, Richard Branson, and Ted Turner...to discuss The Global Crisis...live...via webcam...utilizing the media clout of the participants to get some attention.
Don't click the link yet...read below for a line, or two.
http://www.nesl.edu/csr/NewSite/EAPonlineGD.cfm?show=bahouth
The fellow mentioned is Peter A. Bahouth.
Peter was head of Greenpeace, and Director of The Turner Foundation...yet, even the Earthiest types knew little, if anything about him...until the above appeared...very recently...he's re-inventing himself.
Check out the link...interview is down the page a little...and click back to here.
With that in mind...
Ted Turner and Jane Fonda presented The World Peace Writing Competition several years ago...offering a prize of $25,000, receiving 10,000 entries, and deciding there was no winner.
I have never been able to get an answer to 'where are the entries?'.
Due to unforeseen circumstances, I didn't get it together in time to meet the deadline, and enter officially...but, I did submit "This Just Came...an American Hobo's Papers"...my adventure in self-publishing, to The Turner Foundation...96/97...way late, but on the record, via good ol' Peter A. Bahouth...who comments, '...great book, Steve'...but never another response.
I recently followed his trail of crumbs to an Art Gallery, where he shows his stereoptic pics...I think that's correct...pics taken with an antique stereoptic camera, eh?
No response.
So, in the truest American Way, I'm going to the public, claiming that Bahouth's current drop-out, explore new avenues, etc. phase is the direct result of his absorbing the material contained in "TJC".
Find stuff of Pete's from his Greenpeace/Turner Foundation days. Compare it to today's Rap.
I'll do the same.
I can't reproduce "TJC" on this Blog, but, if necessary, can find key elements, and show the genesis.
In a nutshell, I claim to have presented Pete with several keys to World Peace, and he, like his mentors, The Mouth of the South, and Barbarella, just took it for his own.
I have absolutely nothing against Pete, his mentors, or anyone else, for that matter.
It just continues to amaze me how people in power are so often capable of doing such ridiculous things...and I can't resist presenting them opportunities to display their prowess.
Check this out. It's true.
I'll stay on it by referring the Art Gallery back here. I've done it before, to no end. Let's see if this gadget is working properly this time.
stay tuned...Media Planting Rules...this is only the beginning...
Here's a little something Pete and his Buddies have all had access to since 96/97.
Note...I just discovered from reading about 'the new Bahouth', that his Buddie List includes devout Enviro Mentalist Woody Harrelson...name-dropping seems to be fashionable here in the world of Ecobabble.
Nature...excerpt from "TJC"
Nature is represented here as a young sapling, in a primeval forest...Willow, or Aspen...quaking in a gentle breeze, slender, supple, green, and bent to make a snare.
Along comes a rabbit.
Snap!
Nature and Mankind co-operate. Mankind survives.
Later.
The Human who made the snare, to catch the rabbit, to feed his family, is hungry again. The kids are screaming. His mate is in a fury.
This Human goes to the same tree over and over again. Soon, his scent pervades the area. His snare works once in a while. He catches hedgehogs and water rats.
Eventually...
The snare turns up empty every time. His family despises the hunter.
But, he never thinks to move to a new tree.
Nature has become his enemy. He bends and bends the sapling, angrily wrestling with his snare.
One day...as he struggles with the no longer so sapling, sapling, his foot becomes entangled in the snare.
The sapling is now a strong young tree...a snapling.
The persistent, but not too clever Human hung by his ankles for three days, until the vines he had used for his snare rotted and broke.
He fell on his head.
Starving, semi-conscious, barely sentient, and ever more intolerant of nature's ways, he spent the next two days crawling back to his cave.
There, his starving wife and children attempted to nurse him back to health.
He was their only hope for survival.
I don't know if those humans survived. But, I think they did.
I think they proliferated.
I think their progeny exist to this day.
Sounds familiar...eh?
It seems my best course of action, at the present moment, is your basic name-dropping for fun and profit.
Let's start with my all time favorite Media Planting event...the one which should push this over the top.
If it works, Art Dif, Billionaire Enviro Mentalist sits down with Algore, Richard Branson, and Ted Turner...to discuss The Global Crisis...live...via webcam...utilizing the media clout of the participants to get some attention.
Don't click the link yet...read below for a line, or two.
http://www.nesl.edu/csr/NewSite/EAPonlineGD.cfm?show=bahouth
The fellow mentioned is Peter A. Bahouth.
Peter was head of Greenpeace, and Director of The Turner Foundation...yet, even the Earthiest types knew little, if anything about him...until the above appeared...very recently...he's re-inventing himself.
Check out the link...interview is down the page a little...and click back to here.
With that in mind...
Ted Turner and Jane Fonda presented The World Peace Writing Competition several years ago...offering a prize of $25,000, receiving 10,000 entries, and deciding there was no winner.
I have never been able to get an answer to 'where are the entries?'.
Due to unforeseen circumstances, I didn't get it together in time to meet the deadline, and enter officially...but, I did submit "This Just Came...an American Hobo's Papers"...my adventure in self-publishing, to The Turner Foundation...96/97...way late, but on the record, via good ol' Peter A. Bahouth...who comments, '...great book, Steve'...but never another response.
I recently followed his trail of crumbs to an Art Gallery, where he shows his stereoptic pics...I think that's correct...pics taken with an antique stereoptic camera, eh?
No response.
So, in the truest American Way, I'm going to the public, claiming that Bahouth's current drop-out, explore new avenues, etc. phase is the direct result of his absorbing the material contained in "TJC".
Find stuff of Pete's from his Greenpeace/Turner Foundation days. Compare it to today's Rap.
I'll do the same.
I can't reproduce "TJC" on this Blog, but, if necessary, can find key elements, and show the genesis.
In a nutshell, I claim to have presented Pete with several keys to World Peace, and he, like his mentors, The Mouth of the South, and Barbarella, just took it for his own.
I have absolutely nothing against Pete, his mentors, or anyone else, for that matter.
It just continues to amaze me how people in power are so often capable of doing such ridiculous things...and I can't resist presenting them opportunities to display their prowess.
Check this out. It's true.
I'll stay on it by referring the Art Gallery back here. I've done it before, to no end. Let's see if this gadget is working properly this time.
stay tuned...Media Planting Rules...this is only the beginning...
Here's a little something Pete and his Buddies have all had access to since 96/97.
Note...I just discovered from reading about 'the new Bahouth', that his Buddie List includes devout Enviro Mentalist Woody Harrelson...name-dropping seems to be fashionable here in the world of Ecobabble.
Nature...excerpt from "TJC"
Nature is represented here as a young sapling, in a primeval forest...Willow, or Aspen...quaking in a gentle breeze, slender, supple, green, and bent to make a snare.
Along comes a rabbit.
Snap!
Nature and Mankind co-operate. Mankind survives.
Later.
The Human who made the snare, to catch the rabbit, to feed his family, is hungry again. The kids are screaming. His mate is in a fury.
This Human goes to the same tree over and over again. Soon, his scent pervades the area. His snare works once in a while. He catches hedgehogs and water rats.
Eventually...
The snare turns up empty every time. His family despises the hunter.
But, he never thinks to move to a new tree.
Nature has become his enemy. He bends and bends the sapling, angrily wrestling with his snare.
One day...as he struggles with the no longer so sapling, sapling, his foot becomes entangled in the snare.
The sapling is now a strong young tree...a snapling.
The persistent, but not too clever Human hung by his ankles for three days, until the vines he had used for his snare rotted and broke.
He fell on his head.
Starving, semi-conscious, barely sentient, and ever more intolerant of nature's ways, he spent the next two days crawling back to his cave.
There, his starving wife and children attempted to nurse him back to health.
He was their only hope for survival.
I don't know if those humans survived. But, I think they did.
I think they proliferated.
I think their progeny exist to this day.
Sounds familiar...eh?
Sunday, April 29, 2007
a treat...for your patience...
Full Moons in May...
There are two full moons scheduled for this May.
We can pretty much assume that they’ll arrive on time.
As will their effects.
Who knows what this will bring?
Thinking about it reminds me of a full moon in May experience from about twenty years ago.
It begins during a drive through the Laurentian Mountains, from Montreal to PEI, on a winding, roller coaster-like road, alongside a fast rushing river, sweeping through granite and scrubby pine chasms, while the clearest moon I’ve ever seen followed our sightline for hours.
It wasn’t even 100% full. The official full moon was fifteen hours away. But, it sure had the look going for it. Really incredible…the road was less traveled, allowing us to drive along at a leisurely pace, heat on, windows open, music filling the van, and the surrounding chasms...creating an echo, over the sounds of Van Morrison, with the whoosh, and splash of rushing water coursing through…way friggin’ cool.
It must have lasted four, or five hours. We finally came to a place where the leisurely pace was no longer possible, and the moon had gone behind the highest parts of the rocky terrain. It was early AM, we’d been on the road since Montreal, had taken turns driving…snoozing, and saw no reason not to continue without sleep.
Ozone levels remained high, while full moon fever, and the amazing resonance of musical echoes, infused with river sounds generated a brilliant sense of clarity…big fun, eh?
Next stop, the Ferry from Moncton NB to Summerside PEI.
Upon arriving, we were faced with a view across the Northumberland Strait, of PEI enveloped in something beyond fog. There was a giant snowstorm, black as night, sitting directly over PEI, dumping thirty inches of unbelievably heavy snow.
The temperature in Moncton was approaching 60 degrees Farenheit. Stations on PEI had recorded low 70’s the day before. Yipes!
The Ferry didn’t leave for hours. Watching the storm, about 11 miles away, over the Strait, you could clearly see the precipitation, glistening through the low angles of morning Sun…beneath a billowing, roiling black cloud…almost as cool as the moon…don’tcha think?
By the time we disembarked at Summerside, temps were above 50, the Sun was blazingly clear, and the snow was visibly melting into a liquid fog, and dissipating upward so fast that it swirled.
The snow depth was going down…right before our eyes.
We drove to The Poetical Asylum, parked at the roadside, trekked into the property through about two feet of slushy Pea Soup Snow Fog, until the clearing.
Clothes off, running and rolling through the snow, into the 70 degree waters of Malpeque Bay…howling like damn fools.
Within a few hours, the ground was bare of snow, with fast moving rivulets everywhere.
Soon, the highest ground was passable for the van. We drove in, settled ourselves, and smiled ‘til it hurt.
As night fell, and the really full moon rose, there came a howling from the next parcel of land. I knew from previous visits that there was an Indian Reservation on this land.
Running between The Asylum, and The Reservation is a brackish tidal creek, which opens into Malpeque Bay.
The full moon had brought a run of smelt into the creek. The Indians were catching them by hand, like Grizzly Bears, and tossing the fish into large plastic trash bags...while howling at the moon like peyote crazed coyotes. They’d squeeze each fish for signs of milt, and toss back the males. I spent the next several hours joining in.
It was amazingly easy to focus, and grab a fast moving fish from the water. Of course, there were about ten bazillion of them. It wasn’t exactly catch, or die of starvation…but, it was funner than all hell.
All compliments of one full moon in May…can’t wait to see what a May with two brings.
There are two full moons scheduled for this May.
We can pretty much assume that they’ll arrive on time.
As will their effects.
Who knows what this will bring?
Thinking about it reminds me of a full moon in May experience from about twenty years ago.
It begins during a drive through the Laurentian Mountains, from Montreal to PEI, on a winding, roller coaster-like road, alongside a fast rushing river, sweeping through granite and scrubby pine chasms, while the clearest moon I’ve ever seen followed our sightline for hours.
It wasn’t even 100% full. The official full moon was fifteen hours away. But, it sure had the look going for it. Really incredible…the road was less traveled, allowing us to drive along at a leisurely pace, heat on, windows open, music filling the van, and the surrounding chasms...creating an echo, over the sounds of Van Morrison, with the whoosh, and splash of rushing water coursing through…way friggin’ cool.
It must have lasted four, or five hours. We finally came to a place where the leisurely pace was no longer possible, and the moon had gone behind the highest parts of the rocky terrain. It was early AM, we’d been on the road since Montreal, had taken turns driving…snoozing, and saw no reason not to continue without sleep.
Ozone levels remained high, while full moon fever, and the amazing resonance of musical echoes, infused with river sounds generated a brilliant sense of clarity…big fun, eh?
Next stop, the Ferry from Moncton NB to Summerside PEI.
Upon arriving, we were faced with a view across the Northumberland Strait, of PEI enveloped in something beyond fog. There was a giant snowstorm, black as night, sitting directly over PEI, dumping thirty inches of unbelievably heavy snow.
The temperature in Moncton was approaching 60 degrees Farenheit. Stations on PEI had recorded low 70’s the day before. Yipes!
The Ferry didn’t leave for hours. Watching the storm, about 11 miles away, over the Strait, you could clearly see the precipitation, glistening through the low angles of morning Sun…beneath a billowing, roiling black cloud…almost as cool as the moon…don’tcha think?
By the time we disembarked at Summerside, temps were above 50, the Sun was blazingly clear, and the snow was visibly melting into a liquid fog, and dissipating upward so fast that it swirled.
The snow depth was going down…right before our eyes.
We drove to The Poetical Asylum, parked at the roadside, trekked into the property through about two feet of slushy Pea Soup Snow Fog, until the clearing.
Clothes off, running and rolling through the snow, into the 70 degree waters of Malpeque Bay…howling like damn fools.
Within a few hours, the ground was bare of snow, with fast moving rivulets everywhere.
Soon, the highest ground was passable for the van. We drove in, settled ourselves, and smiled ‘til it hurt.
As night fell, and the really full moon rose, there came a howling from the next parcel of land. I knew from previous visits that there was an Indian Reservation on this land.
Running between The Asylum, and The Reservation is a brackish tidal creek, which opens into Malpeque Bay.
The full moon had brought a run of smelt into the creek. The Indians were catching them by hand, like Grizzly Bears, and tossing the fish into large plastic trash bags...while howling at the moon like peyote crazed coyotes. They’d squeeze each fish for signs of milt, and toss back the males. I spent the next several hours joining in.
It was amazingly easy to focus, and grab a fast moving fish from the water. Of course, there were about ten bazillion of them. It wasn’t exactly catch, or die of starvation…but, it was funner than all hell.
All compliments of one full moon in May…can’t wait to see what a May with two brings.
Monday, April 9, 2007
Sunday, April 1, 2007
toward a solution...
...here's where we're going... http://syog.blogspot.com
I suggest a look below before proceeding...
The suggestion has been planted...start 1.20.007...let's see how long it takes to clarify the issue.
This will give us some indication of our ability to get together on key topics...not agree, necessarily...get together with purpose...here we go!
Outside what box?...there are no boxes involved, anywhere else in nature...only inside our gourds.
I suggest a look below before proceeding...
The suggestion has been planted...start 1.20.007...let's see how long it takes to clarify the issue.
This will give us some indication of our ability to get together on key topics...not agree, necessarily...get together with purpose...here we go!
Outside what box?...there are no boxes involved, anywhere else in nature...only inside our gourds.
Wednesday, March 28, 2007
making the magic happen...
FOR NOW, you should scroll this page to get the overall tone, then click 'expansion'...upper left.
When you get to the end of 'expansion', click 'newer post'.
Continue to do so at the end of each page.
When you get to the end of 'expansion', click 'newer post'.
Continue to do so at the end of each page.
If a link takes you to another page, click back...continue as suggested.
Reading back to front will provide an overview of the concept...the way it's posted......enjoy!
Reading back to front will provide an overview of the concept...the way it's posted......enjoy!
Friday, March 16, 2007
BLOGBREAK...
It's time to get out and promote the concept...
I guarantee...
If you are concerned about The Climate Crisis, and can spare an hour, or so, to check this out, following the simple directions as you go along...you'll leave here feeling better about everything.
You'll know something new...this will improve your outlook...that's what we all need...a fresh outlook...
Enjoy!
Steve Smyth
aka Fadda Eart
Tuesday, March 13, 2007
Anthropogenic Carbon Dioxide...
NOTE...date...above...
I'm not jumping aboard as developments proceed...this is from March of 2007.
Nobody had ever heard the word Anthropogenic.
Today, it's tossed around like casual sports terminology...everyone knows how to use the word in conversation.
That's Media Planting.
Imagine how far ahead of The Environment Game I am today!
ANTHROPOGENIC...sounds like Carcinogenic, eh?
Why would someone suddenly start using such a word?
Who knows what it means?
It's being used by Ecobabbleists to add the twinge of fear, and self-loathing to the equation.
I say self-loathing because Anthropogenic = Man-Made...as in, we are a Cancer on the face of the Earth
This is a prime example of the subtle scare tactics employed in the promotion of Ecobabbleism...confusion to the populace...man-made is wrong...worse, a fatal disease.
Don't try to tell me you didn't experience a vile sensation when you saw Anthropogenic Carbon Dioxide...you did.
99.999% of Humanity got the same impression...that's the point.
This word has become fashionable among guilty parties, attempting to atone, wanting to share their guilty feelings, and spiff up their epitaph.
They feel guilty for being alive, and abusing the priviledge...and are using the enormous upswell of Ecological Awareness as their foil.
Oh, yeah!
Those of you of The Age know you're using the last of it...leaving your offspring in the worst mess in history, and you do nothing...car pooling to the recycle center, in your hybrid doesn't really count.
That'd be my tactic, if I chose to play the guilt-trip game.
It works...those of you of The Age felt it.
P.S...
Richard Branson, Dilettante Environmentalist, likes the word Anthropogenic... www.virginearth.com
I bet anything you can name, that stipulations set forth by 'The Rebel Billionaire' before purchasing his private island, included clean air, fresh water, and safety from the onslaught...should the Caca hit the fan.
It's easy to posture when you have your escape plan in order.
I'm not jumping aboard as developments proceed...this is from March of 2007.
Nobody had ever heard the word Anthropogenic.
Today, it's tossed around like casual sports terminology...everyone knows how to use the word in conversation.
That's Media Planting.
Imagine how far ahead of The Environment Game I am today!
ANTHROPOGENIC...sounds like Carcinogenic, eh?
Why would someone suddenly start using such a word?
Who knows what it means?
It's being used by Ecobabbleists to add the twinge of fear, and self-loathing to the equation.
I say self-loathing because Anthropogenic = Man-Made...as in, we are a Cancer on the face of the Earth
This is a prime example of the subtle scare tactics employed in the promotion of Ecobabbleism...confusion to the populace...man-made is wrong...worse, a fatal disease.
Don't try to tell me you didn't experience a vile sensation when you saw Anthropogenic Carbon Dioxide...you did.
99.999% of Humanity got the same impression...that's the point.
This word has become fashionable among guilty parties, attempting to atone, wanting to share their guilty feelings, and spiff up their epitaph.
They feel guilty for being alive, and abusing the priviledge...and are using the enormous upswell of Ecological Awareness as their foil.
Oh, yeah!
Those of you of The Age know you're using the last of it...leaving your offspring in the worst mess in history, and you do nothing...car pooling to the recycle center, in your hybrid doesn't really count.
That'd be my tactic, if I chose to play the guilt-trip game.
It works...those of you of The Age felt it.
P.S...
Richard Branson, Dilettante Environmentalist, likes the word Anthropogenic... www.virginearth.com
I bet anything you can name, that stipulations set forth by 'The Rebel Billionaire' before purchasing his private island, included clean air, fresh water, and safety from the onslaught...should the Caca hit the fan.
It's easy to posture when you have your escape plan in order.
Sunday, March 11, 2007
ATTABOY!!!...
Seriously...our abuse of Petro Chem, and our awareness of its potential for disaster, began at the same time.
We love to play with fire.
Considering the risks, loving the gains, we sucked it up like Mother's Milk.
Now, we're surrounded by it.
Amazingly...we have arrived at the crisis point, just as awareness levels reach their peak...or, vice-versa.
However one sees it, if we destroy our niche on Earth, by milking her dry, we can simply blame it on Permanent Puppy Syndrome.
You know how puppies will engorge themselves to death, unless forced off the tit.
We're like that, too.
Fortunately...according to legend, we have superior intellect, and should be smart enough to wean ourselves.
The options exist...change demand...supply will follow.
The ATTABOY!!! is for getting to here.
The next one will come if we survive the upcoming onslaught of Ecobabbleism, without doing anything really stupid...like Geoengineering under pressure.
I've lived my entire life with Nukes on the horizon...'oh, well...what the hell'.
Consciously messing with the environment, in some insane plan to fix everything at the last minute, scares me.
My goal in life is to award the next ATTABOY!!!...live, and in person.
Here we go...hang onto your hats...
Art Dif...Billionaire Enviro Mentalist...guest...
Hello again,
It's been about a month and a half, since last my last post...click Enviro Mental...upper left.
I've just finished following the suggestion...read the entire Blog, from back to front, as a refresher...you'll get to the link in a few minutes.
Well...
It seems that SmythSpace has covered the Ecobabble issue quite thoroughly.
Taken as a whole, my sense is SmythSpace feels that anyone born from the close of hostilities WWII, through late '47...early '48 should be called upon to take a stand.
The idea being...these individuals have such a recognizable common history ( the exact same time as King Petro Chem's Reign ) that consensus on key topics may be possible.
This will be beneficial because the immediate Post-WWII Boomer group is a major target market for today's Petro Chem based economy.
This is power.
later...
Art Dif...Billionaire Enviro Mentalist...
It's been about a month and a half, since last my last post...click Enviro Mental...upper left.
I've just finished following the suggestion...read the entire Blog, from back to front, as a refresher...you'll get to the link in a few minutes.
Well...
It seems that SmythSpace has covered the Ecobabble issue quite thoroughly.
Taken as a whole, my sense is SmythSpace feels that anyone born from the close of hostilities WWII, through late '47...early '48 should be called upon to take a stand.
The idea being...these individuals have such a recognizable common history ( the exact same time as King Petro Chem's Reign ) that consensus on key topics may be possible.
This will be beneficial because the immediate Post-WWII Boomer group is a major target market for today's Petro Chem based economy.
This is power.
later...
Art Dif...Billionaire Enviro Mentalist...
Friday, March 9, 2007
Media Planting...update...
In an earlier post, I brought up Media Planting...check it out...it only takes a few minutes to get the idea.
http://smythspace.blogspot.com/2007/01/media-planting.html
Back already? Good...here we go...Czech President Klaus, in comments given at The Cato Institute, says...
http://www.upi.com/InternationalIntelligence/czech_pres_environmentalism_is_a_religion/20070309-060020-3030r
Not only has the notion of Ecobabbleism reached his ears, it came to him through my contact with Cato Institute, via a link on www.drudgereport.com
Drudge is like having my own wire-service. It's great.
Lately, they feature some sort of Ecobabble on a daily basis.
The other day Drudge ran an article about Hookers being affected by Global Warming. Seems the Central European Ski Resort trade is off.
Drudge also carries regular updates on more serious Environmental issues. These links are invaluable to Yours Truly. Response to an article is more likely to be read than just sending random, introductory emails.
I've been able to introduce Ecobabbleism to several major players in the Ecobabble Wars.
Cato Institute among them.
'Environmentalism is a Religion' equals Ecobabbleism.
Now, I need some major player to use the term...and say where the idea came from.
That's Media Planting.
Stay Tuned...it leads to great things...
P.S...If you are a newcomer to this Blog, it's like opening Cracker Jacks from the bottom, to get at the prize. The newest material is posted first. You'll enjoy catching up.
http://smythspace.blogspot.com/2007/01/media-planting.html
Back already? Good...here we go...Czech President Klaus, in comments given at The Cato Institute, says...
http://www.upi.com/InternationalIntelligence/czech_pres_environmentalism_is_a_religion/20070309-060020-3030r
Not only has the notion of Ecobabbleism reached his ears, it came to him through my contact with Cato Institute, via a link on www.drudgereport.com
Drudge is like having my own wire-service. It's great.
Lately, they feature some sort of Ecobabble on a daily basis.
The other day Drudge ran an article about Hookers being affected by Global Warming. Seems the Central European Ski Resort trade is off.
Drudge also carries regular updates on more serious Environmental issues. These links are invaluable to Yours Truly. Response to an article is more likely to be read than just sending random, introductory emails.
I've been able to introduce Ecobabbleism to several major players in the Ecobabble Wars.
Cato Institute among them.
'Environmentalism is a Religion' equals Ecobabbleism.
Now, I need some major player to use the term...and say where the idea came from.
That's Media Planting.
Stay Tuned...it leads to great things...
P.S...If you are a newcomer to this Blog, it's like opening Cracker Jacks from the bottom, to get at the prize. The newest material is posted first. You'll enjoy catching up.
Tuesday, March 6, 2007
History is...
The Future can include escalating levels of clarity, leading to a brighter outlook, or become pure, straight to the brain, agenda driven, hocus-pocus.
Hunker in the bunker, or cast off for ports unknown.
It's our call.
That's how my first posting to this Blog, titled expansion, closes...top left, under SO FAR...
The plan was to introduce the notion that Humanity is facing a Global Crisis...as Humanity...for the first time in History.
Every Human whose lifestyle provides access to this device is part of the problem.
What it took us to gain access to this device has contributed greatly to this problem.
I'm surrounded by objects made from Petro Chem waste, and I'm a self-declared Enviro Mentalist.
Ironically, this plastic box is also the solution.
add this to the mix...Earth's population has doubled since the start of Petro Chem's Reign...plus, the only people who paid any attention to birth control over this time are educated, civilized, top of society's heap...the balance of haves v. have nots among the recently added 3 billion Humans is overwhelming...in favor of the have nots...
Now that The Global Village has had a chance to take a look at itself, the Villagers are up-in-arms...understandably so, if you ask me.
Geoengineering may suit those high up in the grand scheme, but it's not going to sit well with the already disturbed Villagers.
Those who propose such Technobrained solutions show that they have zero common sense.
These folks still strive for Man's Dominion Over Nature.
GET OVER IT!...you are nature...BOZOS...
Hunker in the bunker, or cast off for ports unknown.
It's our call.
That's how my first posting to this Blog, titled expansion, closes...top left, under SO FAR...
The plan was to introduce the notion that Humanity is facing a Global Crisis...as Humanity...for the first time in History.
Every Human whose lifestyle provides access to this device is part of the problem.
What it took us to gain access to this device has contributed greatly to this problem.
I'm surrounded by objects made from Petro Chem waste, and I'm a self-declared Enviro Mentalist.
Ironically, this plastic box is also the solution.
add this to the mix...Earth's population has doubled since the start of Petro Chem's Reign...plus, the only people who paid any attention to birth control over this time are educated, civilized, top of society's heap...the balance of haves v. have nots among the recently added 3 billion Humans is overwhelming...in favor of the have nots...
Now that The Global Village has had a chance to take a look at itself, the Villagers are up-in-arms...understandably so, if you ask me.
Geoengineering may suit those high up in the grand scheme, but it's not going to sit well with the already disturbed Villagers.
Those who propose such Technobrained solutions show that they have zero common sense.
These folks still strive for Man's Dominion Over Nature.
GET OVER IT!...you are nature...BOZOS...
Saturday, March 3, 2007
STOP ECOBABBLEISM
events transpired...then it was now...
Let's take a look at what we've actually done here.
We've taken naturally occurring chemicals from beneath Earth's surface.
These chemicals buried themselves, and would have, over Eons, come back to the surface, and dispensed into the atmosphere.
Through numerous processes, we've greatly accelerated the natural course of events, creating The Climate Crisis.
Some think it's no big deal, some fear dire consequences.
What's going on has created an imbalance.
The symbiotic nature of our existence on Earth is way out of whack, and we know we're the ones who overdid it.
Earth just continues to be Earth.
Our survival instinct is kicking in.
It's like sensing 'The Force'.
Multitudes experience the sensation, while a few act to realize the experience.
It finds it's common denominator, and becomes part of us.
It's what we do...how we proceed...why we survive...
Continual disruption of the Status Quo is the only reason I'm not attempting to get this across to you by scratching with my dibble, on a sandy stretch of beach, by moonlight, praying for the tide to hold back just a little longer.
Fortunately, just when direct, spontaneous contact becomes of utmost importance to survival of the species, up pops the internet...whewww!!!
That's survival instinct...we're going to be OK...
Yes, we've overdone it.
It should come as no surprise.
We can get over it.
The Climate Crisis, as currently presented, is a ruse, dreamed by oilmen, to ensure that the greatest value will be drawn from the remaining supply.
My concern is, after decades of knowing all the same stuff we know now about atmospheric pollution, it's suddenly topic #1.
Hmmmm...
What could possibly be better for oilmen than having the world's economy turn on their every whim?
The only thing I can think of is promoting the notion that the remaining Petro Chem supply is crucially low, it's use must be judicious...not only because it's a scarce, natural commodity, but because we now realize the error of our ways, and must make a transition from Petro Chem to some alternative...right when supply is crucially low...
...controlling the economy, dispensing the vital Petro Chem as suits, and using the profits to develop controlling interest in whatever market rises to the top of the heap in the new Enviro World...ensuring economic power throughout the inevitable transition.
Ecobabbleism is their 'confusion to the enemy' weapon.
P.S...When President Daddy sits around with Cheney, and his other top cronies, they're fantastically successful oilmen...and they have their hand selected puppet at the helm...maintaining the Status Quo...
Let's take a look at what we've actually done here.
We've taken naturally occurring chemicals from beneath Earth's surface.
These chemicals buried themselves, and would have, over Eons, come back to the surface, and dispensed into the atmosphere.
Through numerous processes, we've greatly accelerated the natural course of events, creating The Climate Crisis.
Some think it's no big deal, some fear dire consequences.
What's going on has created an imbalance.
The symbiotic nature of our existence on Earth is way out of whack, and we know we're the ones who overdid it.
Earth just continues to be Earth.
Our survival instinct is kicking in.
It's like sensing 'The Force'.
Multitudes experience the sensation, while a few act to realize the experience.
It finds it's common denominator, and becomes part of us.
It's what we do...how we proceed...why we survive...
Continual disruption of the Status Quo is the only reason I'm not attempting to get this across to you by scratching with my dibble, on a sandy stretch of beach, by moonlight, praying for the tide to hold back just a little longer.
Fortunately, just when direct, spontaneous contact becomes of utmost importance to survival of the species, up pops the internet...whewww!!!
That's survival instinct...we're going to be OK...
Yes, we've overdone it.
It should come as no surprise.
We can get over it.
The Climate Crisis, as currently presented, is a ruse, dreamed by oilmen, to ensure that the greatest value will be drawn from the remaining supply.
My concern is, after decades of knowing all the same stuff we know now about atmospheric pollution, it's suddenly topic #1.
Hmmmm...
What could possibly be better for oilmen than having the world's economy turn on their every whim?
The only thing I can think of is promoting the notion that the remaining Petro Chem supply is crucially low, it's use must be judicious...not only because it's a scarce, natural commodity, but because we now realize the error of our ways, and must make a transition from Petro Chem to some alternative...right when supply is crucially low...
...controlling the economy, dispensing the vital Petro Chem as suits, and using the profits to develop controlling interest in whatever market rises to the top of the heap in the new Enviro World...ensuring economic power throughout the inevitable transition.
Ecobabbleism is their 'confusion to the enemy' weapon.
P.S...When President Daddy sits around with Cheney, and his other top cronies, they're fantastically successful oilmen...and they have their hand selected puppet at the helm...maintaining the Status Quo...
Thursday, March 1, 2007
urgent...
The sooner we recognize the key phrases, the better.
There's a tone to this agenda driven nonsense.
Those who are jumping on the Climate Crisis Bandwagon, after profiting greatly, suffering pangs of guilt, and hoping to spiff up their epitaph, don't really know what they're carrying on about.
All they can do is Parrot what they pick up from advisors.
Their terminology gives them away.
Here's a good example... http://www.virginearth.com
I call it High-Falutin' Flapdoodle.
If there's a better way to bleat, without saying anything, or committing to anything, I've never seen it.
Learn to look out for these telltale signs.
It'll help clarify your choices.
Saturday, February 24, 2007
Fresh Start...
Ecobabble has been covered.
Sea Change begins.
For those of you who have not had the opportunity to follow developments, look top/left on this page, under SO FAR...click expansion...it's the first posting.
This format publishes the newest material first.
To absorb the flavor, read from back to front, by clicking the link at page bottom to 'Newer Post'.
This will take you from day one, all the way through to here...providing insight into everything Ecobabble...
You'll enjoy it...guaranteed...no matter what side of any fence you may be on, this material will provide you with a fresh outlook...and, give ya'll a grin, ta boot...betcha anything...
new stuff ASAP...enjoy!
Friday, February 23, 2007
Conclusion...iacta alea est...
Save the Earth is the consummate human vanity.
It was a nice buzzphrase, got awareness levels up, and served to awaken enough individuals that the Climate Crisis is no longer considered a joke.
The phrase has outlived its usefulness. It is now an encumbrance.
Until we get over the idea of Saving the Earth, and realize that the only thing Earth needs saving from is us, we remain pawns in our own intellectual wanking...victims of Ecobabbleism, if you will.
All we can hope to do is take the lessons we have learned, moderate our behavior...sufficiently enough to allow natural healing to thrive...and adapt to the changes we have wrought...the sooner, the better.
It took nearly half a milennium to get Save the Earth, from Hippie gibberish to mainstream.
We do not have that long to get over it.
Besides, if King Petro Chem is actually overthrown, those images we've all seen from Mogadishu, and other strife ridden areas of the Globe, will seem like safe haven. Don't kid yourselves. We're in this for the long pull.
This Blog is titled 'Sea Change' for a reason.
Don't forget, the toughest thing for most humans to do, is consider the future. We barely have a present, it flies by so fast.
The future...whewwww!!!
Stay tuned...there's much more, still to come...in the future.
If this proves cause for reflection, you'll enjoy the following material.
Reading it has brought me to the above conclusion.
See what it does for you...
It's time for Yours Truly to move forward.
C'mon along...it won't be dull...
there's a sea change a comin'
comin' for us all
we're bound to get swept up in it
all ridin' on this ball
since what you see, is what you get
learn to see it all...
It was a nice buzzphrase, got awareness levels up, and served to awaken enough individuals that the Climate Crisis is no longer considered a joke.
The phrase has outlived its usefulness. It is now an encumbrance.
Until we get over the idea of Saving the Earth, and realize that the only thing Earth needs saving from is us, we remain pawns in our own intellectual wanking...victims of Ecobabbleism, if you will.
All we can hope to do is take the lessons we have learned, moderate our behavior...sufficiently enough to allow natural healing to thrive...and adapt to the changes we have wrought...the sooner, the better.
It took nearly half a milennium to get Save the Earth, from Hippie gibberish to mainstream.
We do not have that long to get over it.
Besides, if King Petro Chem is actually overthrown, those images we've all seen from Mogadishu, and other strife ridden areas of the Globe, will seem like safe haven. Don't kid yourselves. We're in this for the long pull.
This Blog is titled 'Sea Change' for a reason.
Don't forget, the toughest thing for most humans to do, is consider the future. We barely have a present, it flies by so fast.
The future...whewwww!!!
Stay tuned...there's much more, still to come...in the future.
If this proves cause for reflection, you'll enjoy the following material.
Reading it has brought me to the above conclusion.
See what it does for you...
It's time for Yours Truly to move forward.
C'mon along...it won't be dull...
there's a sea change a comin'
comin' for us all
we're bound to get swept up in it
all ridin' on this ball
since what you see, is what you get
learn to see it all...
Wednesday, February 21, 2007
Fadda Eart...in his own words...
All this sudden hand-wringing over the Climate Crisis is preposterous.
It didn't start the day Al Gore's movie went big.
All but the oldest living humans have been aware of the probable consequences of Atmospheric Pollution for most of their lives.
Fifty years ago, when overconsumption of petroleum products began in earnest, voices proclaiming the dangers were squelched in the name of progress...but, they were there.
The Cultural Revolution of the '60's brought our awareness level to a point where it can only be concluded that most of us preferred to ignore the warnings.
No-one can claim they were never heard.
NOTE...
These generalities apply only to humans whose lives are taking place in modern, industrialized nations...contributing to the problem...
Those whose lives remain primitive, have little effect on the issue at hand.
The fact that they are out of the loop means little...except, consequentially, to them...but, there's nothing they can do...
They're not going to see this.
It's aimed at those of us who are...
I think the deepest depth of blame lies with a very specific group.
No, not megalomaniacal Oil Barons/Sheiks, nor their viscious minions...the blame lies with those of the age who, faced with controversial decisions, chose to ignore the threat, basically repeat their parents lives...with better toys...and dummy up, now that it's time to pay the piper.
Yes, I'm talking to you...you know who you are...
Dare I call you 'The Silent Majority'?
I bet none of you think of yourself that way, but...it's who you've become...you did nothing...you said nothing, except maybe throw a few verbal jabs at the wackos who were speaking up...and ninety percent of everything you purchase today is made with petroleum products...
Except, of course, food...which comes to you compliments of King Petro Chem...fertilizers, fuel, and packaging...all petroleum products...
Now, even if you suddenly wake up, and just flat out stop using carbon based fuels, you still can't stop the train wreck...
Without a use for petro fuels, there will be no plastic...no petroleum products...plastic is made from Petro Chemical Waste...at least it was waste before you started helping out King Petro Chem by buying it...
This scenario leads to Global Economic chaos, all out war in the streets, and generally, not a pretty picture.
Plus, all the harm done is for naught.
Whadda ya got ta show for it?...a vehicle that cost more than a house did a few years ago, and gets around about as cheaply as house moving...a garage full of expensive plastic clutter...you know...
It's become fashionable to have a personal balance sheet.
I bet a lot of you show a net worth somewhere near that 1950's magic million dollar mark.
Go try to collect.
You have a marker...valid only in this game...the only game in town...
Even if you could cash in, you'll be broke before you die...unless your insurance fails, and some everyday ( non-life threatening with insurance ) event brings you to ground early...
The next morning...
Does it bother you that our two leading Enviro Mentalists, Branson and Gore, believe that we are still about Saving the Earth, and doing so via Moral Authority?
Branson's Ecosite http://virginearth.com waxes poetic about Save the Earth, and a flowery future, but still proposes a technological solution. His intentions seem good, but he's a gadget freak.
Here's an idea...keep Virgin flying, but drag some sort of filtering device behind the aircraft...or, seed the exhaust with a chemical that neutralizes carbon-dioxide buildup, and turns it into a natural fertilizing agent, which falls with the rain...something clever...that's what Sir Richard wants...and, he hasn't yet realized that it's about saving our niche upon Earth.
Mudda Eart don't need us...and it is the ultimate vanity to believe we have any hand in saving her...from what?
...US...
I heard Algore say that we would solve the problem of emerging industrial giants...China, for example...and their certain contribution to the Climate Crisis, by exerting our Moral Authority.
Algore's never done anything that interests me, so I know little...except that he's married to Tipper, believes we will succeed via Moral Authority, and his father was a stereotypical influence peddler, who epitomized smarm.
That's more than enough for me.
to be continued...
It didn't start the day Al Gore's movie went big.
All but the oldest living humans have been aware of the probable consequences of Atmospheric Pollution for most of their lives.
Fifty years ago, when overconsumption of petroleum products began in earnest, voices proclaiming the dangers were squelched in the name of progress...but, they were there.
The Cultural Revolution of the '60's brought our awareness level to a point where it can only be concluded that most of us preferred to ignore the warnings.
No-one can claim they were never heard.
NOTE...
These generalities apply only to humans whose lives are taking place in modern, industrialized nations...contributing to the problem...
Those whose lives remain primitive, have little effect on the issue at hand.
The fact that they are out of the loop means little...except, consequentially, to them...but, there's nothing they can do...
They're not going to see this.
It's aimed at those of us who are...
I think the deepest depth of blame lies with a very specific group.
No, not megalomaniacal Oil Barons/Sheiks, nor their viscious minions...the blame lies with those of the age who, faced with controversial decisions, chose to ignore the threat, basically repeat their parents lives...with better toys...and dummy up, now that it's time to pay the piper.
Yes, I'm talking to you...you know who you are...
Dare I call you 'The Silent Majority'?
I bet none of you think of yourself that way, but...it's who you've become...you did nothing...you said nothing, except maybe throw a few verbal jabs at the wackos who were speaking up...and ninety percent of everything you purchase today is made with petroleum products...
Except, of course, food...which comes to you compliments of King Petro Chem...fertilizers, fuel, and packaging...all petroleum products...
Now, even if you suddenly wake up, and just flat out stop using carbon based fuels, you still can't stop the train wreck...
Without a use for petro fuels, there will be no plastic...no petroleum products...plastic is made from Petro Chemical Waste...at least it was waste before you started helping out King Petro Chem by buying it...
This scenario leads to Global Economic chaos, all out war in the streets, and generally, not a pretty picture.
Plus, all the harm done is for naught.
Whadda ya got ta show for it?...a vehicle that cost more than a house did a few years ago, and gets around about as cheaply as house moving...a garage full of expensive plastic clutter...you know...
It's become fashionable to have a personal balance sheet.
I bet a lot of you show a net worth somewhere near that 1950's magic million dollar mark.
Go try to collect.
You have a marker...valid only in this game...the only game in town...
Even if you could cash in, you'll be broke before you die...unless your insurance fails, and some everyday ( non-life threatening with insurance ) event brings you to ground early...
The next morning...
Does it bother you that our two leading Enviro Mentalists, Branson and Gore, believe that we are still about Saving the Earth, and doing so via Moral Authority?
Branson's Ecosite http://virginearth.com waxes poetic about Save the Earth, and a flowery future, but still proposes a technological solution. His intentions seem good, but he's a gadget freak.
Here's an idea...keep Virgin flying, but drag some sort of filtering device behind the aircraft...or, seed the exhaust with a chemical that neutralizes carbon-dioxide buildup, and turns it into a natural fertilizing agent, which falls with the rain...something clever...that's what Sir Richard wants...and, he hasn't yet realized that it's about saving our niche upon Earth.
Mudda Eart don't need us...and it is the ultimate vanity to believe we have any hand in saving her...from what?
...US...
I heard Algore say that we would solve the problem of emerging industrial giants...China, for example...and their certain contribution to the Climate Crisis, by exerting our Moral Authority.
Algore's never done anything that interests me, so I know little...except that he's married to Tipper, believes we will succeed via Moral Authority, and his father was a stereotypical influence peddler, who epitomized smarm.
That's more than enough for me.
to be continued...
Tuesday, February 20, 2007
the SmythSpace Challenge
BE NICE!!!
That's it...try it...I dare ya!
In these treacherous times, remembering to be nice is not easy...not the hardest it's ever been, but a lot more difficult than it's been in a long while.
Try to remember that even the most primitive Humans produced some nice Folks, otherwise we would have all died in battle eons ago.
Some of the nice strain survived.
Imagine just exactly how tough the nice people must really be...after all those years of surviving through the endless conflicts among the battlers.
See if ya got any of it in ya...maybe y'll be pleasantly surprised.
My fellow judges are Fadda Eart, and Art Dif, Billionaire Enviro Mentalist.
In keeping with the precedent established by other 'Earth Saving Challenges', NICE is a totally subjective concept.
Fadda Eart, Art Dif, and Yours Truly must concur, on something, or other, before a prize, which I hope will be of great monetary value, is awarded.
You just have to hope I can keep Art Dif interested...cash cow, and all that.
While soothing Fadda Eart into dropping his threat to erase us, so Mudda can start over...as virgineart...
Good Luck...
Monday, February 19, 2007
virgin earth challenge...
http://www.virginearth.com
Take a look at the site. It's worth a few minutes to get the idea.
$25mil to remove anthropogenic ( man-made) carbon dioxide from the atmosphere.
The rules suggest a 'design', which implies some sort of technology...an Atmovac...with Hepa Filter Max.
Maybe David Oreck, or the Dyson guy...somebody give 'em a heads up, eh?
There are no clear terms...just further implications, and disclaimers.
Among the suggested goals are some which project 1000 years into the future...does the prize collect interest for all that time?
Simply put, the Branson/Gore proposal is essential Ecobabble.
It's good that individuals with clout are making the effort...garnering attention...
Try harder...
http://smythspace.blogspot.com/2007/01/azores-or-bust.html
Take a look at the site. It's worth a few minutes to get the idea.
$25mil to remove anthropogenic ( man-made) carbon dioxide from the atmosphere.
The rules suggest a 'design', which implies some sort of technology...an Atmovac...with Hepa Filter Max.
Maybe David Oreck, or the Dyson guy...somebody give 'em a heads up, eh?
There are no clear terms...just further implications, and disclaimers.
Among the suggested goals are some which project 1000 years into the future...does the prize collect interest for all that time?
Simply put, the Branson/Gore proposal is essential Ecobabble.
It's good that individuals with clout are making the effort...garnering attention...
Try harder...
http://smythspace.blogspot.com/2007/01/azores-or-bust.html
BLAME...guest post from Fadda Eart
There always has to be a scapegoat, or we have nowhere to direct our anger...
Maybe that's the answer...I blame us.
And I guarantee...I'm pissed-off at us enough for everyone...so, don't waste your time on blame...I got it covered...
Good, now we can start solving the problem...
For starters...this adherence to the lessons of History thing is complicating the problem.
History was yesterday.
There are no relevant lessons from our past, which apply to the Climate Crisis...other than the everpresentness of 'might makes right'.
We are at an evolutionary crossroads.
Our next move is a done deal.
Something has to give.
The wheels are so fully in motion that this Climate Crisis has taken over from Terrorism as Fear #1.
For an impending possibility to garner so much attention, it must have some basis in reality.
Whether that reality is happening all on its own, or is the result of despicable men, with no concern for anything but them, and theirs, does not matter.
What matters is that we've collectively taken note of the problem.
That's big.
Can collective consciousness overcome evolution?...does it really need to?
In days of yore...History, if you will...those at the top of the heap, making all the big decisions, creating the problems that are our future, didn't have access to as much intelligence as I do, sitting here before this screen, today.
Yes, it's all their fault...they did it...got us into this mess...
But, they didn't know any better.
Get over it!
We do know better.
Fadda Eart
For an impending possibility to garner so much attention, it must have some basis in reality.
Whether that reality is happening all on its own, or is the result of despicable men, with no concern for anything but them, and theirs, does not matter.
What matters is that we've collectively taken note of the problem.
That's big.
Can collective consciousness overcome evolution?...does it really need to?
In days of yore...History, if you will...those at the top of the heap, making all the big decisions, creating the problems that are our future, didn't have access to as much intelligence as I do, sitting here before this screen, today.
Yes, it's all their fault...they did it...got us into this mess...
But, they didn't know any better.
Get over it!
We do know better.
Fadda Eart
Sunday, February 18, 2007
answers...
...don't get excited...I'm not making any ridiculous claims...yet...
The format presents the newest stuff first.
This makes it necessary to refresh the purpose in each post.
Otherwise, it's all mumbo-jumbo...just like all the rest of the gibberish surrounding Ecobabbleism...which, by way of refreshment, is exactly what we're trying to avoid here.
For example...if this is your first visit...what the?...doesn't make much sense, does it?
My Son tells me savvy readers know that's how Blogs go, and anyone interested will scroll down, look to the left, and...if it looks cool, continue on, and check things out.
That's good, but, if this is going to have the desired effect, I can't start off by putting demands on the reader.
There's enough www to lure anyone's attention away in milliseconds.
I would never even get this far, without a previous purpose, or the promise of celebrity skin.
So, today's project is...an attention getting Synopisis...no problem...piece of cake...
6:00 AM Sunday...2/18/007...the quest for answers...
My first thought is...7:35 AM...
Mobilize Post WWII Baby Boomers to boycott all products using Dennis Hopper as their spokesperson.
This includes ads he's done in the past.
The Bozos in the Ad Biz utilize Hopper's smarmy smirk to generate a sense of escapism...an identifier with the Bad Boys of the Boomer Generation.
Smokin' his stogie, cruisin' in a Lincoln, surrounded by the Bikers from Hell, he leers into the lens, and says, "Only in America."
That's from a few years ago.
But, the image of rebellion, gone to seed, never to blossom, settled smugly into a traveling Barcalounger, oozes from ol' Dennis' every creepy pore, in ads targeted toward us on a regular basis.
I think he's the spokesperson for some 'We're still Groovy after all these years' product right now.
It tells us what those in the Ad Biz think of us.
Hopper's tone represents smart-assed dopers, laughing at everything but theirself, with a lay back and giggle at 'em for tryin' outlook.
That's what Boomers admire...in the minds of the Ad Biz Bozos...are they right?
It ain't all four hour boners, and endless sunsets, Boys...time to suck it up, and deliver on some of that unfulfilled promise...
This suggestion is probably terroristic, or seditious, so actually boycotting anything is risky biznis. Hopper shills for major players. Messing with their bottom line would harm the economy.
The point is...
If I'm getting the point across, there should be nothing left to say.
I'm suggesting that by picking on some poor sap from a TV ad, we can change our outlook.
That can't be right, can it?
The format presents the newest stuff first.
This makes it necessary to refresh the purpose in each post.
Otherwise, it's all mumbo-jumbo...just like all the rest of the gibberish surrounding Ecobabbleism...which, by way of refreshment, is exactly what we're trying to avoid here.
For example...if this is your first visit...what the?...doesn't make much sense, does it?
My Son tells me savvy readers know that's how Blogs go, and anyone interested will scroll down, look to the left, and...if it looks cool, continue on, and check things out.
That's good, but, if this is going to have the desired effect, I can't start off by putting demands on the reader.
There's enough www to lure anyone's attention away in milliseconds.
I would never even get this far, without a previous purpose, or the promise of celebrity skin.
So, today's project is...an attention getting Synopisis...no problem...piece of cake...
6:00 AM Sunday...2/18/007...the quest for answers...
My first thought is...7:35 AM...
Mobilize Post WWII Baby Boomers to boycott all products using Dennis Hopper as their spokesperson.
This includes ads he's done in the past.
The Bozos in the Ad Biz utilize Hopper's smarmy smirk to generate a sense of escapism...an identifier with the Bad Boys of the Boomer Generation.
Smokin' his stogie, cruisin' in a Lincoln, surrounded by the Bikers from Hell, he leers into the lens, and says, "Only in America."
That's from a few years ago.
But, the image of rebellion, gone to seed, never to blossom, settled smugly into a traveling Barcalounger, oozes from ol' Dennis' every creepy pore, in ads targeted toward us on a regular basis.
I think he's the spokesperson for some 'We're still Groovy after all these years' product right now.
It tells us what those in the Ad Biz think of us.
Hopper's tone represents smart-assed dopers, laughing at everything but theirself, with a lay back and giggle at 'em for tryin' outlook.
That's what Boomers admire...in the minds of the Ad Biz Bozos...are they right?
It ain't all four hour boners, and endless sunsets, Boys...time to suck it up, and deliver on some of that unfulfilled promise...
This suggestion is probably terroristic, or seditious, so actually boycotting anything is risky biznis. Hopper shills for major players. Messing with their bottom line would harm the economy.
The point is...
If I'm getting the point across, there should be nothing left to say.
I'm suggesting that by picking on some poor sap from a TV ad, we can change our outlook.
That can't be right, can it?
Saturday, February 17, 2007
new word...
pretty nifty...This Blog is powered by Google.
I've barely scratched the surface of what's offered here...FREE...and already, Google has provided me an invaluable service.
My first post is dated 1/20/007.
In less than one month, SmythSpace has coined a new word.
www.google.com
search for ecobabbleism...
When's the last time you saw a Google listing with only single digit search pages available?
The first time ecobabbleism appears in the lexicon, it is associated with this Blog.
Ecobabbleism, my word for the foolishness surrounding the Climate Crisis, has been projected into the flow.
That is Wicked, Pissa, Awesome...
Thanks, Google!
Now, it's my job to make it the standard...the straight stuff...
Friday, February 16, 2007
RAWBABBLE...access to tools...opposable thumbs...
When this book first became popular, it sat around, in obvious plain sight, in homes everywhere.
It was...'an essential coffee table book'...promoted as a decorative accessory to the chicly hip, or hiply chic...take your pick...Folks were way too cool to admit it, but the image of Earth, and the implication that, by displaying it you were groovy, sold the book.
It became almost like Playboy...read every word, in case you're questioned...very few people cared about access to tools...that's what Hardware Stores were for...people learned stuff from this book by default...a lot of what they learned could prove valuable today...
It's just that the promise fizzled, and it became a cliche'...like everything else turned loose in USofA.
That's what we do...distill everything to its most common denominator.
It means that everyone gets a dose.
It may be ridiculously diluted Kool-Aid, tainted with who knows what, but there's some for everyone.
One good indicator of where a person stands today would be if they still have their 1968 copy.
I'll be the judge of whether it's really their copy, or yard sale/ebay memorabilia.
They'll only take a split second to tell.
The book contains subliminal messages that show on a person's face.
I bet those, whose copies are genuinely theirs, have something to offer...if we can wake 'em from their long slumber...and send them forth into the world...as Rip Van Winkle Warriors.
Man, are they gonna be shocked...watching them awaken should be interesting...
end RAWBABBLE...it fits in here somewhere...
Thursday, February 15, 2007
ecowrap...here's the skinny...
It all started long ago, when nature seemed a merciless, unrelenting foe.
Our surroundings were bigger, and far more powerful than us.
Where would thoughts of ever using it all up come from?
As we learn the lessons of our History, we often become stuck at certain phases, repeating History, in some form of ancestral tribute, instead of taking the lesson learned, and moving ahead.
We still talk about Man v. Nature...Man's Dominion over Nature.
It's a losing battle...we are nature...
Until we acknowledge, accept, realize, and act upon our naturalness...our part in the natural course of events...we may as well use up all the Petro Chem as fast as humanly possible, adapt accordingly, and get on about our business.
The current Climate Crisis will serve to establish options for the time when Petro Chem is gone.
Forward thinking, tech-headed individuals will come up with a workable solution.
Maybe rain can be distilled into carbon fuel...that sort of thing...
Some form of Homo Technus will survive.
By the time all this occurs, survivors will be well adapted to conditions of the day, and be perfectly content with their lot in life.
Homo Sapiens time will have passed.
History will remember us as powerfully doltish.
We strove, pushed, and struggled...constantly at war with ourselves, never grasping the obvious.
Oh, well...here we go, Kids...hang onto your hats...
That's pretty close to exactly what's going to happen.
Unless...
kineticism...
Our surroundings were bigger, and far more powerful than us.
Where would thoughts of ever using it all up come from?
As we learn the lessons of our History, we often become stuck at certain phases, repeating History, in some form of ancestral tribute, instead of taking the lesson learned, and moving ahead.
We still talk about Man v. Nature...Man's Dominion over Nature.
It's a losing battle...we are nature...
Until we acknowledge, accept, realize, and act upon our naturalness...our part in the natural course of events...we may as well use up all the Petro Chem as fast as humanly possible, adapt accordingly, and get on about our business.
The current Climate Crisis will serve to establish options for the time when Petro Chem is gone.
Forward thinking, tech-headed individuals will come up with a workable solution.
Maybe rain can be distilled into carbon fuel...that sort of thing...
Some form of Homo Technus will survive.
By the time all this occurs, survivors will be well adapted to conditions of the day, and be perfectly content with their lot in life.
Homo Sapiens time will have passed.
History will remember us as powerfully doltish.
We strove, pushed, and struggled...constantly at war with ourselves, never grasping the obvious.
Oh, well...here we go, Kids...hang onto your hats...
That's pretty close to exactly what's going to happen.
Unless...
kineticism...
Tuesday, February 13, 2007
hindsight...
If humans had seen this a century ago,we wouldn't be in this mess.
But, it didn't happen,
and we are.
Forge Ahead!
Monday, February 12, 2007
RAWBABBLE...affection for nature...
http://smythspace.blogspot.com/2007/01/expansion.html
above is a link to the first post...reading it will help set the stage...
RAWBABBLE will appear periodically, in this space.
This all started because nature was the enemy.
Germs, predators, natural disasters...whew...that's some scary stuff.
Especially before 24/7 monitoring of every event on the globe.
When Krakatoa blew, that was Armageddon...none of those who died got to phone family and friends, at the final moment...there was no awareness of anything outside of themselves, and their surroundings...except the vastness of the ocean, and the sky...the Earth shook, the Heavens darkened, and existence ended...period...badda-boom...
As recently as the 1800's, cataclysmic events in USofA's Midwest, were the end of the world, as far as survivors knew.
There was no way of knowing that the entire planet wasn't heaving, rupturing, and flooding.
Those survivors, and the tales they spread, contributed greatly to the wide eyed, religiofervent look on the faces of many a Midwesterner.
Point being...by accident of birth, we're here, right now, today, generating the Climate Crisis...all in the same boat...at the same time.
This device can contribute enormously.
We all have access to the same information...really...a single piece of important information can reach every single individual whose lifestyle affects the Climate Crisis, in the time it takes for that individual to get online.
Keep in mind that folks without access to this device, probably aren't contributing much in the way of carbon emissions.
So, if they are out of the loop, it means zero to the solution.
Even though we're all onboard, facing a common problem, this is a pretty big boat, and we're not driving.
There's no Captain.
No-one can be everywhere, at once.
This ubiquitous gadget can be.
In the course of a single day, every human whose behavior affects the Climate Crisis, can access, process, comment on, and make decisions based upon the exact same information.
That's the first time ever, for that.
If we're serious, and we can't use this thing to come up with a consensus-like outlook, we're.....
The dots represent us...trailing off...into the sunset...
NOTE...
I just realized that the internet is a natural occurrence, part of the natural course of events.
We invented it, and rushed it to ubiquitousness, because we need it...NOW!...
As things reach the breaking point, up pops the solution.
Our survival instinct remains strong.
That's pretty friggin' cool, if you ask me.
We're smarter than we act, sometimes.
above is a link to the first post...reading it will help set the stage...
RAWBABBLE will appear periodically, in this space.
This all started because nature was the enemy.
Germs, predators, natural disasters...whew...that's some scary stuff.
Especially before 24/7 monitoring of every event on the globe.
When Krakatoa blew, that was Armageddon...none of those who died got to phone family and friends, at the final moment...there was no awareness of anything outside of themselves, and their surroundings...except the vastness of the ocean, and the sky...the Earth shook, the Heavens darkened, and existence ended...period...badda-boom...
As recently as the 1800's, cataclysmic events in USofA's Midwest, were the end of the world, as far as survivors knew.
There was no way of knowing that the entire planet wasn't heaving, rupturing, and flooding.
Those survivors, and the tales they spread, contributed greatly to the wide eyed, religiofervent look on the faces of many a Midwesterner.
Point being...by accident of birth, we're here, right now, today, generating the Climate Crisis...all in the same boat...at the same time.
This device can contribute enormously.
We all have access to the same information...really...a single piece of important information can reach every single individual whose lifestyle affects the Climate Crisis, in the time it takes for that individual to get online.
Keep in mind that folks without access to this device, probably aren't contributing much in the way of carbon emissions.
So, if they are out of the loop, it means zero to the solution.
Even though we're all onboard, facing a common problem, this is a pretty big boat, and we're not driving.
There's no Captain.
No-one can be everywhere, at once.
This ubiquitous gadget can be.
In the course of a single day, every human whose behavior affects the Climate Crisis, can access, process, comment on, and make decisions based upon the exact same information.
That's the first time ever, for that.
If we're serious, and we can't use this thing to come up with a consensus-like outlook, we're.....
The dots represent us...trailing off...into the sunset...
NOTE...
I just realized that the internet is a natural occurrence, part of the natural course of events.
We invented it, and rushed it to ubiquitousness, because we need it...NOW!...
As things reach the breaking point, up pops the solution.
Our survival instinct remains strong.
That's pretty friggin' cool, if you ask me.
We're smarter than we act, sometimes.
Or...even better...lucky!
Thursday, February 8, 2007
HEADS UP, KIDS...
ECOBABBLEISM is on the move...don't miss the Older Posts below, and to your left, under SO FAR...it'll set the stage before moving on to...
fresher babble... http://ecobabbleista.blogspot.com/
freshest babble... http://ecobabbleism.blogspot.com
fresher babble... http://ecobabbleista.blogspot.com/
freshest babble... http://ecobabbleism.blogspot.com
Tuesday, February 6, 2007
ECOBABBLEISM...
I have good news. It's nobody's fault. Get over it. Forge ahead.
Here comes ecobabble...
With guys like Richard Branson, Algore, and Ted Turner on the case, we should have nothing to worry about, eh?
The Rebel Billionaire, Lurch the Internet Inventor, and The Mouth of the South save the planet.
Whew!
I don't know about you, but I feel better.
I predict blue skys, green grass, clean oceans and birds chirping all around...coming soon...to a planet near you...send compost now...things should be ready in a few million years...buckle up, here we go...
Before these guys turn their outlooks into gospel, I'd like to go on the record.
They represent The Guilty Party.
Branson admits he got involved out of guilt. I heard him say so on The Weather Channel.
Turner's been doing some bizarre penance ever since he married Janey.
As far as Lurch goes...that's some wacky dude...can you say, agenda?
Guilt ridden, agenda driven, Johnny Come Latelys with access to the media...great...
Here's how it looks objectively...guilt free...
As time passes, and the level of interest rises, so will the confusion over which way is best. Special interest groups, and profiteers will see to that. Confusion to the Enemy is a tried and true method.
No matter where you choose to stand on the issue, you're someone's enemy...so give it your full attention...don't allow confusion to reign...
With this in mind...a few simple basics...as a point of reference...
We cannot destroy the planet.
We can only destroy our niche on the planet.
The symbiosis is out of whack.
Recognize this.
We're the ones on the take. We have to make the effort.
Simply put...
Don't delude yourself about Saving the Earth.
This is about saving us.
Earth does not care.
If she did, she'd probably figger, "Hmmm. I was better off before they got here. Things were calming down."
Human Generated Global Warming can only be dealt with by ceasing the use of fossil fuels.
This is within the realm of possibility, if we're serious.
While considering this, realize that the most populous, most rapidly developing nations on the planet are early Industrial Age in much of their development. Fossil fuels are the fuel of the Industrial Age. What are they going to do?
We'll have to adopt a true Humanitywide Global Outlook, realize that we are fighting for survival, and accept, what, in today's world, will seem like serious hardships...starting now...
Otherwise, we start adapting to climate change, dwindling population, and greatly diminished personal freedom, as we battle over the ever scarcer supply...of just about everything...
It's as simple as that.
Change...or humans will be at war over diminishing resources until the end of time...you can take that to the bank...
Wasting decades reacting, responding, studying, conferencing, and trying to undo the past is foolish.
It's always been our way. It too must change. It's a luxury we can no longer afford.
Studies showing thirty years to serious consequences are flapdoodle.
If you believe that our actions brought about these potentially serious consequences, you know that they're serious right now.
What's done, is done, and cannot be undone. Take what we've learned. Acknowledge that there are tough decisions.
Change, or not.
Just don't get stuck nowhere.
Make the tough decisons. This is no time for fence sitting.
Also, don't forget that the Environmental Movement did not start last week.
Solutions, though costly, exist...thanks to the efforts of these folks...
Take what these New Ecobabbleistas pitch with a grain of salt.
They'll have to get all their most valuable information from people they've historically put down as granola eatin', tree huggin', unwashed, etc...the spin should be fascinating...the art of compromise...strange bedfellows, and all that...
Ecobabble is also a great diversion to terrorism...we'll all feel better trying to stop Global Warming...after all, we can't do anything about terrorism, except fret...get our minds on something new...
more to follow...
Here comes ecobabble...
With guys like Richard Branson, Algore, and Ted Turner on the case, we should have nothing to worry about, eh?
The Rebel Billionaire, Lurch the Internet Inventor, and The Mouth of the South save the planet.
Whew!
I don't know about you, but I feel better.
I predict blue skys, green grass, clean oceans and birds chirping all around...coming soon...to a planet near you...send compost now...things should be ready in a few million years...buckle up, here we go...
Before these guys turn their outlooks into gospel, I'd like to go on the record.
They represent The Guilty Party.
Branson admits he got involved out of guilt. I heard him say so on The Weather Channel.
Turner's been doing some bizarre penance ever since he married Janey.
As far as Lurch goes...that's some wacky dude...can you say, agenda?
Guilt ridden, agenda driven, Johnny Come Latelys with access to the media...great...
Here's how it looks objectively...guilt free...
As time passes, and the level of interest rises, so will the confusion over which way is best. Special interest groups, and profiteers will see to that. Confusion to the Enemy is a tried and true method.
No matter where you choose to stand on the issue, you're someone's enemy...so give it your full attention...don't allow confusion to reign...
With this in mind...a few simple basics...as a point of reference...
We cannot destroy the planet.
We can only destroy our niche on the planet.
The symbiosis is out of whack.
Recognize this.
We're the ones on the take. We have to make the effort.
Simply put...
Don't delude yourself about Saving the Earth.
This is about saving us.
Earth does not care.
If she did, she'd probably figger, "Hmmm. I was better off before they got here. Things were calming down."
Human Generated Global Warming can only be dealt with by ceasing the use of fossil fuels.
This is within the realm of possibility, if we're serious.
While considering this, realize that the most populous, most rapidly developing nations on the planet are early Industrial Age in much of their development. Fossil fuels are the fuel of the Industrial Age. What are they going to do?
We'll have to adopt a true Humanitywide Global Outlook, realize that we are fighting for survival, and accept, what, in today's world, will seem like serious hardships...starting now...
Otherwise, we start adapting to climate change, dwindling population, and greatly diminished personal freedom, as we battle over the ever scarcer supply...of just about everything...
It's as simple as that.
Change...or humans will be at war over diminishing resources until the end of time...you can take that to the bank...
Wasting decades reacting, responding, studying, conferencing, and trying to undo the past is foolish.
It's always been our way. It too must change. It's a luxury we can no longer afford.
Studies showing thirty years to serious consequences are flapdoodle.
If you believe that our actions brought about these potentially serious consequences, you know that they're serious right now.
What's done, is done, and cannot be undone. Take what we've learned. Acknowledge that there are tough decisions.
Change, or not.
Just don't get stuck nowhere.
Make the tough decisons. This is no time for fence sitting.
Also, don't forget that the Environmental Movement did not start last week.
Solutions, though costly, exist...thanks to the efforts of these folks...
Take what these New Ecobabbleistas pitch with a grain of salt.
They'll have to get all their most valuable information from people they've historically put down as granola eatin', tree huggin', unwashed, etc...the spin should be fascinating...the art of compromise...strange bedfellows, and all that...
Ecobabble is also a great diversion to terrorism...we'll all feel better trying to stop Global Warming...after all, we can't do anything about terrorism, except fret...get our minds on something new...
more to follow...
Sunday, February 4, 2007
GET OVER IT...
Get over Man v. Nature. It's a no-win situation.
We are nature.
Everything we have ever done, everything we will ever do, is part of the natural course of events.
Don't waste time on a reactionary, guilt driven crusade to undo our mistakes.
Take stock. We know what's good for us.
Change demand, and supply will follow.
That's the natural course of events.
We are on a reckless course, which will determine the future of Humanity.
Not of the USofA, or Islamic Fundamentalism, nor any other ology, or ism.
Us.
There's no time for review.
Change for the better.
It's in us all...somewhere...
If you need an ology, or an ism, to get started...
apply some kineticism to the problem...a little soul salve never hurt...
http://smythspace.blogspot.com/2007/01/kineticism.html
check it out...you'll feel better when you return...
We are nature.
Everything we have ever done, everything we will ever do, is part of the natural course of events.
Don't waste time on a reactionary, guilt driven crusade to undo our mistakes.
Take stock. We know what's good for us.
Change demand, and supply will follow.
That's the natural course of events.
We are on a reckless course, which will determine the future of Humanity.
Not of the USofA, or Islamic Fundamentalism, nor any other ology, or ism.
Us.
There's no time for review.
Change for the better.
It's in us all...somewhere...
If you need an ology, or an ism, to get started...
apply some kineticism to the problem...a little soul salve never hurt...
http://smythspace.blogspot.com/2007/01/kineticism.html
check it out...you'll feel better when you return...
Friday, February 2, 2007
SAMURAI TREE HUGGIN'...2001...
The Environmental Movement has gone mainstream.
Oh, boy, everything's gonna get fixed.
The guilt of those who've made the mess will set us free.
Another Boomer Bandwagon to board, now that Tree Huggin's fashionable in 'normal' company.
Oh, well, what the hell...here's some Eco themed material from a few years back.
This following tale is what it was like trying to get a message across, before the big boys started playing, using their media clout, trying to scare people straight with images of relentless locomotives, bearing down on our children, as we blithely ignore what's 'not my problem, Man'...fears of Arizona becoming ocean front property, as the glaciers melt, and the like.
When one lives the life, guilt has no part in the process.
It's a constant action.
...here's the story from 2001...
This popped into my head, the other day.
I proudly admit to being a ‘tree hugger’.
Fact is, I hugged a lot of ‘em before I allowed loggers to cut ‘em down.
Then, I continued to hug, lug, cut, scrape, saw, plane, and, eventually, sand, oil and caress, the lumber made from them, until I had beautiful objects of wood.
This was before the term ‘tree hugger’ came into fashion.
I did more than hug 'em. I usually danced around the base, tapped them with sticks, and sang.
Speed crazed, drunken, Hillbilly loggers with dogs and guns gave me a wide berth.
It was way too crazy for them.
I just figgered that the trees deserved some respect before they became lumber.
Loggers liked that part.
The feeling was there, but trees were like fish to a fisherman.
My mission was simple. Craft the most beautiful objects possible out of wood.
I didn’t pay very much attention to the ‘tree huggers’, because they appeared to be post hippie, weekend radical, dilettantes.
Hippies and weekend radical dilettantes drove me batty when they were in fashion.
Dealing with them, grown to smug adults, was beyond the realm of possibility.
The people spiking trees in the Oregon forests, are not ‘tree huggers’.
Hippies and weekend radical dilettantes drove me batty when they were in fashion.
Dealing with them, grown to smug adults, was beyond the realm of possibility.
The people spiking trees in the Oregon forests, are not ‘tree huggers’.
They are economic warriors.
Stop production, and the economy is immediately affected.
This is a very effective, Samuraiesque, course of action.
Which, in turn, brings us around to the point.
If I’ve been a ‘tree hugger’, since before there were ‘tree huggers’, and my mission has been to create the most beautiful things possible from wood, why not now?
Because, I got so lost in the anthropomorphicisisticness of the whole experience, that it became like ‘The Cult of Wood’.
I was spending every waking moment, and, at least, half of my dream time, around, and involved with, wood cultists.
I began to muse about the irony of spending all my time around people who worshipped dead trees.
They went on, ceaselessly, about the wood’s beauty.
Slowly, I realized that these people had zero appreciation for the trees, from which the beautiful wood had come.
Suddenly, I couldn’t stand the thought of woodworking.
It had come to me in an anthropomorphic moment.
I had gone to an old sawmill, in New Hampshire.
Laying around the perimeter of the mill, were some pretty weird looking pieces of wood.
It turned out that the sawmill’s owner had an eye for the unusual forms one sees in the ‘slash’.
When a log is cut, the sawyer must first start making the log, a cylindrical object, into a ‘squared-off’, cylindrical object.
The sawn, outside roundness of the log, is ‘slash’.
This is where the unusual shapes and forms reside.
I’ve seen some pretty incredible visions within these waste products.
So have many other people.
Unfortunately, in order to share these visions, by making beautiful objects from them, the tree must be killed to get the ‘slash’.
I decided to satisfy myself by studying trees, so thouroughly, that I can experience the shapes, forms, and visions contained within, while they are still standing there.
It’s fun.
And, I don’t need trucks, machinery, or any of ‘The Cult of Wood’ nonsense.
Plus, by placing nifty stuff, like this, on paper, I get to fulfill the mission.
Paper’s wood.
That’s ‘Samurai Tree Huggin’.
Stop production, and the economy is immediately affected.
This is a very effective, Samuraiesque, course of action.
Which, in turn, brings us around to the point.
If I’ve been a ‘tree hugger’, since before there were ‘tree huggers’, and my mission has been to create the most beautiful things possible from wood, why not now?
Because, I got so lost in the anthropomorphicisisticness of the whole experience, that it became like ‘The Cult of Wood’.
I was spending every waking moment, and, at least, half of my dream time, around, and involved with, wood cultists.
I began to muse about the irony of spending all my time around people who worshipped dead trees.
They went on, ceaselessly, about the wood’s beauty.
Slowly, I realized that these people had zero appreciation for the trees, from which the beautiful wood had come.
Suddenly, I couldn’t stand the thought of woodworking.
It had come to me in an anthropomorphic moment.
I had gone to an old sawmill, in New Hampshire.
Laying around the perimeter of the mill, were some pretty weird looking pieces of wood.
It turned out that the sawmill’s owner had an eye for the unusual forms one sees in the ‘slash’.
When a log is cut, the sawyer must first start making the log, a cylindrical object, into a ‘squared-off’, cylindrical object.
The sawn, outside roundness of the log, is ‘slash’.
This is where the unusual shapes and forms reside.
I’ve seen some pretty incredible visions within these waste products.
So have many other people.
Unfortunately, in order to share these visions, by making beautiful objects from them, the tree must be killed to get the ‘slash’.
I decided to satisfy myself by studying trees, so thouroughly, that I can experience the shapes, forms, and visions contained within, while they are still standing there.
It’s fun.
And, I don’t need trucks, machinery, or any of ‘The Cult of Wood’ nonsense.
Plus, by placing nifty stuff, like this, on paper, I get to fulfill the mission.
Paper’s wood.
That’s ‘Samurai Tree Huggin’.
P.S...
Since this piece was first written, I've improved things to the point where I no longer need paper. The words are now electrons, while the petro-chem products, from which this gadget is made, come from really old trees.
That's what petroleum is, eh?
Really old trees.
Aaahhh!
Since this piece was first written, I've improved things to the point where I no longer need paper. The words are now electrons, while the petro-chem products, from which this gadget is made, come from really old trees.
That's what petroleum is, eh?
Really old trees.
Aaahhh!
Really old trees are going to be our downfall...ain't that friggin' foolish...
Thursday, February 1, 2007
Al Gore...Nobel Peace Prize...
This morning's first perusal of the www brought news of Al Gore's consideration for the Nobel Peace Prize.
It made me think of a post below.
My associate, Art Dif, Billionaire Enviro Mentalist, guest hosted that day.
Here's what Art had to say about ol' Al...Wed...1.27.'007
...Al Gore, one of the leading voices of our environmental conscience, claims we will get the rest of the world to follow in our newly developing Environmentalist Nation footsteps through 'Moral Authority'.
We, in our greater wisdom, will set a shining example for the rest of the world to follow.
Nations all over the globe will alter their ways, in emulation of our 'Morally Authorized' lead.
Cripes! That ol' boy is flat out stupid.
Nobody has looked to USofA for any 'higher outlook', since guys like Al's Dad ran the show.
They pretty much dumped Pandora's Box all over the place, and left the mess for us to clean up.
Yet, this bozo, son of an influence peddler, who, more, and more, resembles a lurching undertaker, came a few crooked votes from being the President, and gets huge attention for whatever issue enters his gourd.
I think he's a crazed lunatic with a forum...
Art goes on after that...you can click the post entitled Enviro Mental...for more...the link is under 'SO FAR'...just to your left on this page...
On the other hand, Al's married to Tipper.
I guess he deserves something for that.
It made me think of a post below.
My associate, Art Dif, Billionaire Enviro Mentalist, guest hosted that day.
Here's what Art had to say about ol' Al...Wed...1.27.'007
...Al Gore, one of the leading voices of our environmental conscience, claims we will get the rest of the world to follow in our newly developing Environmentalist Nation footsteps through 'Moral Authority'.
We, in our greater wisdom, will set a shining example for the rest of the world to follow.
Nations all over the globe will alter their ways, in emulation of our 'Morally Authorized' lead.
Cripes! That ol' boy is flat out stupid.
Nobody has looked to USofA for any 'higher outlook', since guys like Al's Dad ran the show.
They pretty much dumped Pandora's Box all over the place, and left the mess for us to clean up.
Yet, this bozo, son of an influence peddler, who, more, and more, resembles a lurching undertaker, came a few crooked votes from being the President, and gets huge attention for whatever issue enters his gourd.
I think he's a crazed lunatic with a forum...
Art goes on after that...you can click the post entitled Enviro Mental...for more...the link is under 'SO FAR'...just to your left on this page...
On the other hand, Al's married to Tipper.
I guess he deserves something for that.
Tuesday, January 30, 2007
HOLDIN' WAMPUM
Here are some excerpts from a piece written a few years ago.
They still ring true.
Same ol', same ol'...from a different point of view...
American Indians imbued certain seashells with value.
Not just any ol’ shells, shells which had harmony when gathered together.
Wampum wasn’t just a loose handful of whatever’s available.
The seashells, sticks, stones, feathers, and such, comprising the Wampum, were carefully selected.
In the mind’s eye of the Wampum’s maker, the presentation held powers far beyond just some ol’ seashells and the like.
The wampum represented a piece of its maker’s spirit.
If that spirit was well received, the Wampum had value.
Not just any ol’ shells, shells which had harmony when gathered together.
Wampum wasn’t just a loose handful of whatever’s available.
The seashells, sticks, stones, feathers, and such, comprising the Wampum, were carefully selected.
In the mind’s eye of the Wampum’s maker, the presentation held powers far beyond just some ol’ seashells and the like.
The wampum represented a piece of its maker’s spirit.
If that spirit was well received, the Wampum had value.
Of course, it was twenty-ought-two, not eighteen-ought-two, when I discovered that I was "Holdin’ Wampum".
This presented somewhat of a challenge.
That’s what freedom is all about.
Late summer, twenty, ought two…
Wampum’s value has been in decline for years.
Freedom is under a full frontal assault.
And, the stuff in my head needs work.
I’m down the beach, standing at the shoreline, feeling free.
Everything I own is on me.
I’ve enjoyed exercising the gift of freedom.
It didn’t come cheap.
But, I wouldn’t have missed it for the world.
Oh, well, enough of that.
It’s time to clear my head, generate some new found appreciation of Wampum, and turn my 'freedom exercise' into a valuable experience, all in one fell swoop.
No problem, eh?
Look what’s been done with the Island of Manhattan.
It was purchased with Wampum.
Everyone seems to enjoy a sense of freedom.
Why else are there SUVs?
I fish deeply into my last holeless pocket.
When I withdraw my hand, I’m holding a seashell, a sand-dollar, and a four-leaf clover.
Good, I’ve still got the Wampum.
And, with a few deep breaths, I’m sure I can clear my head.
Hooofa...hooofa...hooofa...hoooooooo...
Hang onto your hats, kids!
These are those 'Interesting Times'.
Here we go!
Here we go!
Monday, January 29, 2007
AZORES OR BUST
Determination...The Little Engine That Could...Sisyphus...etc...
All throughout life, there are indelible images which serve to move us ahead.
My favorite actually occurred.
One day, back in the '70's, I happened to be walking on the beach at Plum Island, Newburyport, Mass.
It was a wild weather day. Strong off-shore winds were holding back giant waves churned up by a storm at sea.
Plum Island is a very steep beach.
When the tide is high...very high because of the storm, it creates a riptide as the perfectly formed rollers, held from breaking until the last instant by the off-shore blow, drop onto the slope, and sweep back, underwater, in a reverse curve.
As these waves break, they force a large amount of air rapidly out the front of the wave tube.
This blows back toward the beach, beneath the force of the off-shore winds.
Here's the scene.
There's very little beach left from the high tide.
30-40 mph winds are blowing very powerful waves backwards, holding them.
Until finally, with a crashing whooosh, the waves create near hurricane force winds, blowing inland, right along the surface of the sand, beneath the force of the off-shore effect.
Not a very attractive scene for one planning to set off from said shore, eh?
Well, it didn't stop what appeared to be millions of Monarch Butterflies, on their way to the Azores, from doing just that.
I was strolling along, staring ahead, down the beach, exhilerated by the incredible surf action, when, in the distance, my eyes caught sight of an orange carpet, covering much of the sand.
Upon approaching, I could see that the 'carpet' was butterflies, attempting to fly out over the churning waves, setting out for points East.
It wasn't going very well.
The most fortunate ones were high, and dry, holed up in little pockets they'd created in the sand by flapping the livin' b'jaysus out of their wings. Just like Flounder make little depressions in the sea bottom, these determined little guys had created foxholes for themselves.
Every square inch of dry sand in sight was dimpled with Monarchs.
Unfortunately, there were at least five times more gathered, than could fit on the dry areas.
If they stayed low, the onrushing wave whoosh tossed them mercilessly back, into the marsh grass, tearing most of them to shreds, leaving a gruesome, orange-gossamer ribbon along the grassline.
The ones who got caught in the updraft, and found their way into the off-shore flow of air, were thrown into the oncoming surf, smashed onto the beach, and swept away by the riptide.
Their instinctual drive to go was so strong that, after watching the scene for a while, I realized the ones in the holes waited, rested a few seconds, and whoosh, up, or down, depending on where the wave action was at the moment.
These fools were going, come hell or high water.
It was an horrifically destructive natural moment in time. There was absolutely nothing I could do.
But, because it had that car wreck quality, I couldn't stop watching.
Well, wouldn't ya just know it?
I looked Eastward, into the sky.
Of the seeming millions, a few were up there, having caught the off-shore just right, and were flapping madly, in every direction.
All their butterfly senses must have been wacked from the trauma.
More flew downward, back into the crashing surf, than flew upward, into the breeze, and Eastward.
But, by gum, some of 'em were heading in the right direction.
I can't even guess how long I stood there, transfixed...helplessly rooting them on...
But, I do know it made one serious impression.
I'm absolutely certain there has never been a worse day in my life than those Monarchs were having.
It didn't deter them at all.
Forge ahead...
here's a link to a graphic depicting the events...http://azoresorbust.blogspot.com/
All throughout life, there are indelible images which serve to move us ahead.
My favorite actually occurred.
One day, back in the '70's, I happened to be walking on the beach at Plum Island, Newburyport, Mass.
It was a wild weather day. Strong off-shore winds were holding back giant waves churned up by a storm at sea.
Plum Island is a very steep beach.
When the tide is high...very high because of the storm, it creates a riptide as the perfectly formed rollers, held from breaking until the last instant by the off-shore blow, drop onto the slope, and sweep back, underwater, in a reverse curve.
As these waves break, they force a large amount of air rapidly out the front of the wave tube.
This blows back toward the beach, beneath the force of the off-shore winds.
Here's the scene.
There's very little beach left from the high tide.
30-40 mph winds are blowing very powerful waves backwards, holding them.
Until finally, with a crashing whooosh, the waves create near hurricane force winds, blowing inland, right along the surface of the sand, beneath the force of the off-shore effect.
Not a very attractive scene for one planning to set off from said shore, eh?
Well, it didn't stop what appeared to be millions of Monarch Butterflies, on their way to the Azores, from doing just that.
I was strolling along, staring ahead, down the beach, exhilerated by the incredible surf action, when, in the distance, my eyes caught sight of an orange carpet, covering much of the sand.
Upon approaching, I could see that the 'carpet' was butterflies, attempting to fly out over the churning waves, setting out for points East.
It wasn't going very well.
The most fortunate ones were high, and dry, holed up in little pockets they'd created in the sand by flapping the livin' b'jaysus out of their wings. Just like Flounder make little depressions in the sea bottom, these determined little guys had created foxholes for themselves.
Every square inch of dry sand in sight was dimpled with Monarchs.
Unfortunately, there were at least five times more gathered, than could fit on the dry areas.
If they stayed low, the onrushing wave whoosh tossed them mercilessly back, into the marsh grass, tearing most of them to shreds, leaving a gruesome, orange-gossamer ribbon along the grassline.
The ones who got caught in the updraft, and found their way into the off-shore flow of air, were thrown into the oncoming surf, smashed onto the beach, and swept away by the riptide.
Their instinctual drive to go was so strong that, after watching the scene for a while, I realized the ones in the holes waited, rested a few seconds, and whoosh, up, or down, depending on where the wave action was at the moment.
These fools were going, come hell or high water.
It was an horrifically destructive natural moment in time. There was absolutely nothing I could do.
But, because it had that car wreck quality, I couldn't stop watching.
Well, wouldn't ya just know it?
I looked Eastward, into the sky.
Of the seeming millions, a few were up there, having caught the off-shore just right, and were flapping madly, in every direction.
All their butterfly senses must have been wacked from the trauma.
More flew downward, back into the crashing surf, than flew upward, into the breeze, and Eastward.
But, by gum, some of 'em were heading in the right direction.
I can't even guess how long I stood there, transfixed...helplessly rooting them on...
But, I do know it made one serious impression.
I'm absolutely certain there has never been a worse day in my life than those Monarchs were having.
It didn't deter them at all.
Forge ahead...
here's a link to a graphic depicting the events...http://azoresorbust.blogspot.com/
Sunday, January 28, 2007
to those of the age...
Post WWII Baby Boomers.
The children of The Greatest Generation.
The Best and the Brightest.
We're going down in History as the greatest, most clearly pre-defined Target Market ever.
Not as the much touted generation that changed the world, rather as the generation that never got over being spoon fed their Pablum.
Stooges, in other words.
I've followed the development of this, 'Boomers as Target' phenomenon, since a short involvement with The Nostradamus of Marketing, Faith Popcorn, in the early 80's.
Faith coined the term Cocooning, to capture the tone of her Future Trend Prognostications.
Basically, she convinced marketeers to prepare for a market she would create...a market of stay at homes, who first wanted, and soon needed everything brought to them, or done for them.
Pretty clever. It worked.
But, like all good ideas turned loose in USofA, it's gotten way out of hand.
Yep!
Hippie Chicks have evolved into Mall Moms. Grace Slick is Brittany Spears.
Major Dudes wonder how to get ED tablets without embarassing themselves. Moon Doggie died of Hep C.
Well, Kids, I am of the age, and I'm not gonna take it sitting down.
I say, "Rise up from your Barcaloungers, toss the remote, set aside the Ben & Jerry's, and take to the streets."
But, before running off half-cocked, like we did the last time, take a few minutes to casually roam around your home.
Open the closets.
If there's a basement, attic, or garage, take a peek.
Scan whatever yard you may have.
As you look around, do a quick tally of how much $ is sitting around, unused, and forgotten.
I bet you have a lot of useless, expensive stuff, which you really needed when it was purchased.
There it sits, collecting dust.
And, you haven't finished paying for it.
Now you have a reason to take to the streets.
here's your Anthem...
there's a sea change a comin'
comin' for us all
we're bound to get swept up in it
all ridin' on this ball
See you there.
P.S...
George Bush is going to be History's poster child for us.
If that don't light a fire under your butt, join Moon Doggie.
P.P.S...
That's about as frivolous as I get on this topic. Though, there is a certain air of ridiculousness about the whole business.
Don'tcha think?
However, it is a very serious issue.
If you are somewhere, mid to late fifties, very early sixties, you are of the age.
It's insidiously time, and experience specific.
Here's a clue.
Figure how many times you've felt the urge, but suppressed your gut feeling, and done nothing because of all your responsibilities.
Look around at all your stuff, again.
There's your responsibilities.
Psychobabblistas call it baggage.
Even though you no longer give a hoot about most of it, you surrendered many hours of your life to get it.
It's got weight, in your Pablumed outlook.
It's yours.
Take good care of it.
The marauding hordes of unfortunates, about to sweep the planet are going to need toys, tools, and transportation.
Hand it out graciously. You may survive another day.
See...I told you it wasn't all that funny.
The children of The Greatest Generation.
The Best and the Brightest.
We're going down in History as the greatest, most clearly pre-defined Target Market ever.
Not as the much touted generation that changed the world, rather as the generation that never got over being spoon fed their Pablum.
Stooges, in other words.
I've followed the development of this, 'Boomers as Target' phenomenon, since a short involvement with The Nostradamus of Marketing, Faith Popcorn, in the early 80's.
Faith coined the term Cocooning, to capture the tone of her Future Trend Prognostications.
Basically, she convinced marketeers to prepare for a market she would create...a market of stay at homes, who first wanted, and soon needed everything brought to them, or done for them.
Pretty clever. It worked.
But, like all good ideas turned loose in USofA, it's gotten way out of hand.
Yep!
Hippie Chicks have evolved into Mall Moms. Grace Slick is Brittany Spears.
Major Dudes wonder how to get ED tablets without embarassing themselves. Moon Doggie died of Hep C.
Well, Kids, I am of the age, and I'm not gonna take it sitting down.
I say, "Rise up from your Barcaloungers, toss the remote, set aside the Ben & Jerry's, and take to the streets."
But, before running off half-cocked, like we did the last time, take a few minutes to casually roam around your home.
Open the closets.
If there's a basement, attic, or garage, take a peek.
Scan whatever yard you may have.
As you look around, do a quick tally of how much $ is sitting around, unused, and forgotten.
I bet you have a lot of useless, expensive stuff, which you really needed when it was purchased.
There it sits, collecting dust.
And, you haven't finished paying for it.
Now you have a reason to take to the streets.
here's your Anthem...
there's a sea change a comin'
comin' for us all
we're bound to get swept up in it
all ridin' on this ball
See you there.
P.S...
George Bush is going to be History's poster child for us.
If that don't light a fire under your butt, join Moon Doggie.
P.P.S...
That's about as frivolous as I get on this topic. Though, there is a certain air of ridiculousness about the whole business.
Don'tcha think?
However, it is a very serious issue.
If you are somewhere, mid to late fifties, very early sixties, you are of the age.
It's insidiously time, and experience specific.
Here's a clue.
Figure how many times you've felt the urge, but suppressed your gut feeling, and done nothing because of all your responsibilities.
Look around at all your stuff, again.
There's your responsibilities.
Psychobabblistas call it baggage.
Even though you no longer give a hoot about most of it, you surrendered many hours of your life to get it.
It's got weight, in your Pablumed outlook.
It's yours.
Take good care of it.
The marauding hordes of unfortunates, about to sweep the planet are going to need toys, tools, and transportation.
Hand it out graciously. You may survive another day.
See...I told you it wasn't all that funny.
Saturday, January 27, 2007
immediate release...all outlets...
In a startling turn of events, U.S. troops pulled out of Iraq last night. Iran immediately took command of all key Iraqi strongholds, and declared Sovereignty. Saudi Arabia has been left to fend for itself.
President Bush proclaimed, early this A.M., that a strict Isolationist Policy is in immediate effect.
Details are sketchy.
Speculation has us rationing reserves, mandating alternatives, and guessing for how long, and what then?
More to follow...
for archival insight...
http://smythspace.blogspot.com/2007/01/expansion.html
NOTE...any date will suffice for this post...it'll happen eventually...there's no other option...simply use when applicable...
President Bush proclaimed, early this A.M., that a strict Isolationist Policy is in immediate effect.
Details are sketchy.
Speculation has us rationing reserves, mandating alternatives, and guessing for how long, and what then?
More to follow...
for archival insight...
http://smythspace.blogspot.com/2007/01/expansion.html
NOTE...any date will suffice for this post...it'll happen eventually...there's no other option...simply use when applicable...
Friday, January 26, 2007
AARRGHH!!!...part one...
She'll keep ya afloat, and buoy yer spirit, aye!
Aarrghh is a small community located on one of the coastal islands.
You can only get there by boat.
Proposals are afoot to build a roadway to the mainland, and vice-versa.
The versa part is what's gotten everybody up in arms.
"Those folks could drive here," became the battlecry.
This was usually said while gesturing all crazy-like toward the mainland.
Efforts, among Aarrghhites, to resist the causeway/bridge combo are strong.
Bubba awoke one morning to a vision of this ugly concrete and steel erector-set spanning the three miles of tidal marsh, separating Aarrghh from civilization.
Not one to pass on a clear vision, Bubba set to work preventing the apparition from coming true. He sure as hell weren't havin' no such thing loomin' over Aarrghh.
Fred, down at the barber shop, was a big reader. Bubba went to Fred's to discuss the future of Aarrghh.
Fred recalled something about Riparian Rights. This was an old set of laws, regarding what could, or couldn't, be built along navigable, inland waterways. Aarrghh was not exactly inland, but, in the minds of those at Fred's, the mainland was. The marshland was considered brackish, so perhaps fresh water rules could be deemed to apply.
Aarrghh wasn't even really an island. It was a naturally occurring mound of sand which the tide moved around. Theoretically, the water running between the mainland and Aarrghh is a Tidal River. The 'enviros' will surely pipe up with something.
These thoughts got the ball rolling.
Bubba immediately adopted the Riparian Rights concept.
He became 'Bubba the Riparian', Defender of the Sovereignty of Aarrghh's Shoreline.
The discussion, at Fred's, went round and about the topic for several days. Much was also said at Bubba's Bait and Tackle.
Along with selling fishin' gear, and doin' mechanikin', Bubba sold fuel, was the dentist, and, when Fred was in jail that time, Bubba took over the barberin'.
Oddly enough, the time when National Geographic did the photo shoot, was during Bubba's barberin' tenure. All the pictures of Aarrghhites, in their rural nonchalance, show folks with Bubba barbered hair.
No wonder those on the mainland wanna come to Aarrghh so badly. With dental work, and hair, by Bubba, Aarrghhites are a wild lookin' bunch.
Tourists would feel like they'd done Appalachia, South Florida, and half the Banana Republics, with a trip to Jamaica thrown in along the way.
It was a tough decision for ol' Bubba. All those tourists would surely make him a rich man.
While there was only one liquor license in Aarrghh, owned by the VFW, Bubba had always held onto a little Rheumatiz Medicine, which he sold in case of ‘emergency’.
Bubba's Bait and Tackle would make one hell of a saloon for the tourists. Bubba already knew the procedure to claim rights to the next license.
Even though his liquor sales had always been illegal, he was next in line due to Grandfathering. Laws are weird, but they work, if understood.
He could see the greenbacks floating off into the sunset as he began the 'Bubba the Riparian' campaign.
Truth be told, Bubba already was rich. Hell, he'd just recently buried the third of those stainless steel suitcases full of loot. His storage unit held untold value. And, there wasn't but a few tourist dollars in the whole mess.
Bubba had an amphibious Duck.
He drove it to Alacort, the closest shore community, two, or three times a month, carrying passengers, contraband, and who all knows what else.
Bubba often made $500 for the three mile drive to shore.
Sometimes, the ride back would pay even better.
If Bubba knew what you were up to in Alacort, which he usually did, and, if what you were up to left you holdin' extra cash, the return fare could double.
This was the money Bubba buried. There was over $100,000 in cash, and the stuff at the storage facility would easily bring in that much again.
As the days passed, Bubba began to think about the fact that almost all the cash and other loot he'd accumulated came from folks he knew.
Laura, who had lately, begun asking around town for loans, credit, and any other assistance she could get, had given Bubba at least $20,000 over the years.
In her day, Laura ran with a pretty wild bunch. They paid handsomely for a few days on Aarrghh.
They called it ‘chillin'. Bubba dropped the crowd off at Whitney's Salvage, gave ol' Hugh Whitney a bottle of Jack, and $50, and told them he'd return in 72 hours.
Whitney's had been there forever.
Situated on the bluff, overlooking the marsh, it was a very elegant junkyard.
The visitors stayed in old trailers and campers, which were electrified, comfortable, and facing the most gorgeous sunset alive.
The hulks of some very classy old Detroit Iron were positioned carefully about the property. Barbecue pits were tended constantly, and there was a wooden walkway which led out to a tidepool.
Hugh Whitney tossed an onion bag filled with gurry and a few large rocks into the pool each day, at first high tide.
By low tide, when the water was only a few feet deep, and easily accessible, visitors waded in the tidepool, gathering crabs, fish, lobsters, and other goodies.
It weren't much, but Laura's crew loved it.
Laura wasn't from Aarrghh.
She'd simply stayed behind after one of the outings with her wild bunch.
Folks figgered that if she'd been smart enough to find Aarrghh, bring nice folks to spend their money, and then just send them away, so she could stay in peace, she must be O.K.
She was, for several years.
Then, as sudden as suddenly, she stopped being industrious, let her appearance lapse, and began performing the role of Village Beggar.
She never asked for much, but it had to come from the in your face, hand-to-mouth method she'd adopted.
Bubba decided that whatever she was up to, it was intentional.
She never asked him for anything. And she knew that he had taken quite a bit. Laura was about something.
Bubba was certain. It drove him batshit, not knowing what it was.
After stopping by the shop for a bracer, Bubba drove the ol' Chevy Pickup to Laura's shack.
The shack stood just outside the perimeter of Whitney's Salvage.
Ol' Hugh was too territorial to let her squat on his land, but, she had the only reasonable access to her place over his turf, and it set up a little higher, so the view was even better than that from the trailers.
Bubba drew alongside Hugh's porch, gave him the obligatory Jack and $50, and passed toward Laura's without exchanging a word.
Hugh was living in his own private dementia, and that was that.
Someday Bubba, or someone else, would drive up to the porch and Hugh would be Post Mortem in the rocker.
At least, if it happened today, he'd go with a smile on his mug, and half a yard in his pocket.
Laura was outside, bundled into piles of coats and sweaters, wearing several pairs of sweatpants. She was barefoot. It was about 40 degrees. There was mud and slush everywhere.
Her look, when she recognized Bubba, went from a purely joyful grin to a confused scowl, almost instantly.
Sadly, her face froze into the scowl before she could allow the joy to creep back in.
"Whatcha want, Bubba?"
"Hey now, Laura. Ya'll know anything about promotin' concepts? I recall hearin' you sayin' sumthin’ about promotin' concerts. That anything like the same?"
Laura laughed out loud, right through the scowl.
It seemed to startle her when she heard her own laughter.
Bubba looked straight into her eyes.
Ooops! He caught Laura looking girlish and happy.
This was either a great new beginning, or the continuation of extreme confusion. Only time would tell.
For today, Laura's discomfort at being caught in the act of joy, had ended any hope of furthering the Riparian Rights issue.
Bubba simply said, "Nice ta see ya'll. I come by to look in on ol' Hugh, and you were nearby. Later.", as he drove slowly away.
Laura returned to her scowling and puttering.
Her mind was racing, her heart aflutter. But, she let Bubba go.
He got back to the shop and asked Ernie if all was well.
Ernie responded in the affirmative.
The place could have been vanishing, board by board, in a hurricane, and Ernie's response would have remained positive.
Bubba often wished he could attain Ernie's state of mind.
While most considered ol' Ernie to be a little slow, and 'tetched in the haid', Bubba valued the composure with which Ernie faced life.
He was also a great dock jockey. Ernie invented Dinghy Dancin'.
Bubba had a few floats in the water, leading to the gas dock. The walkways and railings, heading to the floats, were surrendering to nature.
Ernie made his way out to the dock by stepping onto the siderails, and into several small dinghies along the way.
These narrow fishin' skiffs were as tippy as all get out. Ernie was a big guy.
The Dinghy Dance became a famous Aarrghh event, as others tried to walk the walk.
There were a few young kids who made it look like X-Games. But, Ernie was still the undisputed 'Stay Hi-Stay Dry' champ.
The kids splashed water everywhere.
Ernie barely allowed the boats to move as he skipped from rail to rail.
Plus, he was the only one Bubba allowed to touch the gas pump. So, he had a form of job security. Bubba felt that Ernie was a guy you'd always want on your side.
Bubba could feel the thinkin' come on.
It was so totally un-natural, and un-necessary to waste one precious moment lost in thought, while living in Aarrghh, that actual, essential thought, for a purpose, was almost painfully startling.
The brain would come back on, but the reception got fuzzier and fuzzier, more and more difficult to tune in.
There was little to be said for thinkin' among Aarrghites.
Right about then, Bubba decided to drive back out to Laura's. She could do the thinkin'.
Bubba figgered, "Being from 'away', she might still have the knack."
Laura did still have the knack.
In fact, she'd been doing the Village Beggar act in hopes of someone asking her to come up with a plan, rather than skulking around town, in tatters.
Bubba was unaware of Laura's exact intent, but he'd sensed something.
When he returned to the astounded Laura's shack, she was drunk on half the Jack Bubba had left with Hugh Whitney.
This time, she couldn't hide her joy.
She tossed off all but the ‘glued-on by bodily secretions’ T-Shirt, and a pair of silk Long-John's. These were pretty much a second skin on Laura.
Bubba gasped at the perfectly adorned body, actually blushed, and sat back onto his seat. Right there on Laura's front lawn.
He was floored.
Laura giggled, threw back her hair, and fell to the ground beside Bubba. She laughed outloud until every molecule of her being tingled.
"Concept Promotion, huh? What do you know about concept?"
Bubba grinned, and said, "Heard the word a few times. I know it means projecting thoughts into the public consciousness. Whatever that means."
Laura sat up, crossed her legs in front of her in a lotus positon, and slapped her hands on her thighs. "Can I do anything with a concept? Huh! Where you been hidin', Son? Hell, we bin' knowin' each other for over twelve years, never so much as beyond Hi, Fine, Nice ta see ya. Now were gonna do concept. Don't get a nose bleed over rushin' into things, Bubba."
"My good Lord, Laura, you are the most beautiful woman I've ever seen. You'll have to excuse my stammer. I need to concentrate for a few seconds.", Bubba stammered.
Laura had the bottle of Jack, with two good swallows left. She pretended to slug one down, but just took a sip before handing the rest to Bubba.
He drank it, and asked about Hugh.
"He's in happy-happy town, sleeping peacefully. We talked about the time I brought those bikers, with their Harley's, and a noise abatement rule got passed over Labor Day weekend. Hugh loved that one. He's dreaming about the babe we hooked him up with, trying to sway his vote. S.O.B. wouldn't play along, though. He resisted the unabashed, never challenged, Queen of the Trailer Hitch. Good ol' Hugh", Laura responded.
Bubba thought about Hugh's dream for a moment, and returned his attention to Laura. "Have you heard about this roadway to the mainland?", he asked.
"Yeah, if you folks don't get organized pretty damn quickly, we'll be fightin' over parkin' spaces within a year, or two. I don't want that, Bubba. I've tried to keep a very low profile here, but, in case ya'll didn't notice, the Beggar act started right about the time those suits came for a look-see. I been tryin' ta be among ya'll, lissenin."
"You're among us all, Laura. No-one considers you an outsider. What do you think would work?"
Laura scrunched up her nose, and said, "Well, I heard about the Riparian thing. Legally, you'd be makin' law. That's always tough. But, with you as 'the Riparian', and me as the spin doctor, they'll never get past the test borings. By the way, why are you the only person, other than Yours Truly, on this entire sandbar with good teeth? And, we'll talk about my outsiderness later."
Bubba chuckled and said, "I can't work on myself. I go all the way to Richmond twice a year for my dental work."
He then thought even more about the fact that he was the rich guy, with good teeth, a business, a valuable piece of property, and now, possibly, Laura as his...dare he think?...girlfriend.
Without further consideration, Bubba announced to Laura that she was in charge.
He would perform the role of 'Bubba the Riparian' exactly as she directed.
He said, "Girl, I have over $200,000 in liquid assets. There are 120 people livin’ out here. I'm going to give every single one of them $1000, even those in favor of the road gettin' built. That leaves me with $80,000, plus, the business, and the value of the property. If the road gets built, the property value will skyrocket. I'll sell and go lookin'. If it don't, I can still live here forever. I'm goin' whole hog for the not gettin' built plan."
Laura had a Big City flashback right then.
Was Bubba too good to be true? Or, was he as fake as the big time Wall Street/Rock 'n Roll guys? She thought, "Nah. I believe in the guy."
Laura asked, "What's this I hear about a causeway?"
To learn more about Bubba, and his crew, stay tuned...
Author's Note...there are four more completed segments following the one above. The five pieces, combined, are an intact piece. The current conclusion leaves a number of choices open to expand, and extend the tale ad infinitum.
ASAP, I'll put up a separate blog, with the complete text. Links will connect the two.
Try this. Editing in progress...
http://aarrghhtales.blogspot.com/
Aarrghh is a small community located on one of the coastal islands.
You can only get there by boat.
Proposals are afoot to build a roadway to the mainland, and vice-versa.
The versa part is what's gotten everybody up in arms.
"Those folks could drive here," became the battlecry.
This was usually said while gesturing all crazy-like toward the mainland.
Efforts, among Aarrghhites, to resist the causeway/bridge combo are strong.
Bubba awoke one morning to a vision of this ugly concrete and steel erector-set spanning the three miles of tidal marsh, separating Aarrghh from civilization.
Not one to pass on a clear vision, Bubba set to work preventing the apparition from coming true. He sure as hell weren't havin' no such thing loomin' over Aarrghh.
Fred, down at the barber shop, was a big reader. Bubba went to Fred's to discuss the future of Aarrghh.
Fred recalled something about Riparian Rights. This was an old set of laws, regarding what could, or couldn't, be built along navigable, inland waterways. Aarrghh was not exactly inland, but, in the minds of those at Fred's, the mainland was. The marshland was considered brackish, so perhaps fresh water rules could be deemed to apply.
Aarrghh wasn't even really an island. It was a naturally occurring mound of sand which the tide moved around. Theoretically, the water running between the mainland and Aarrghh is a Tidal River. The 'enviros' will surely pipe up with something.
These thoughts got the ball rolling.
Bubba immediately adopted the Riparian Rights concept.
He became 'Bubba the Riparian', Defender of the Sovereignty of Aarrghh's Shoreline.
The discussion, at Fred's, went round and about the topic for several days. Much was also said at Bubba's Bait and Tackle.
Along with selling fishin' gear, and doin' mechanikin', Bubba sold fuel, was the dentist, and, when Fred was in jail that time, Bubba took over the barberin'.
Oddly enough, the time when National Geographic did the photo shoot, was during Bubba's barberin' tenure. All the pictures of Aarrghhites, in their rural nonchalance, show folks with Bubba barbered hair.
No wonder those on the mainland wanna come to Aarrghh so badly. With dental work, and hair, by Bubba, Aarrghhites are a wild lookin' bunch.
Tourists would feel like they'd done Appalachia, South Florida, and half the Banana Republics, with a trip to Jamaica thrown in along the way.
It was a tough decision for ol' Bubba. All those tourists would surely make him a rich man.
While there was only one liquor license in Aarrghh, owned by the VFW, Bubba had always held onto a little Rheumatiz Medicine, which he sold in case of ‘emergency’.
Bubba's Bait and Tackle would make one hell of a saloon for the tourists. Bubba already knew the procedure to claim rights to the next license.
Even though his liquor sales had always been illegal, he was next in line due to Grandfathering. Laws are weird, but they work, if understood.
He could see the greenbacks floating off into the sunset as he began the 'Bubba the Riparian' campaign.
Truth be told, Bubba already was rich. Hell, he'd just recently buried the third of those stainless steel suitcases full of loot. His storage unit held untold value. And, there wasn't but a few tourist dollars in the whole mess.
Bubba had an amphibious Duck.
He drove it to Alacort, the closest shore community, two, or three times a month, carrying passengers, contraband, and who all knows what else.
Bubba often made $500 for the three mile drive to shore.
Sometimes, the ride back would pay even better.
If Bubba knew what you were up to in Alacort, which he usually did, and, if what you were up to left you holdin' extra cash, the return fare could double.
This was the money Bubba buried. There was over $100,000 in cash, and the stuff at the storage facility would easily bring in that much again.
As the days passed, Bubba began to think about the fact that almost all the cash and other loot he'd accumulated came from folks he knew.
Laura, who had lately, begun asking around town for loans, credit, and any other assistance she could get, had given Bubba at least $20,000 over the years.
In her day, Laura ran with a pretty wild bunch. They paid handsomely for a few days on Aarrghh.
They called it ‘chillin'. Bubba dropped the crowd off at Whitney's Salvage, gave ol' Hugh Whitney a bottle of Jack, and $50, and told them he'd return in 72 hours.
Whitney's had been there forever.
Situated on the bluff, overlooking the marsh, it was a very elegant junkyard.
The visitors stayed in old trailers and campers, which were electrified, comfortable, and facing the most gorgeous sunset alive.
The hulks of some very classy old Detroit Iron were positioned carefully about the property. Barbecue pits were tended constantly, and there was a wooden walkway which led out to a tidepool.
Hugh Whitney tossed an onion bag filled with gurry and a few large rocks into the pool each day, at first high tide.
By low tide, when the water was only a few feet deep, and easily accessible, visitors waded in the tidepool, gathering crabs, fish, lobsters, and other goodies.
It weren't much, but Laura's crew loved it.
Laura wasn't from Aarrghh.
She'd simply stayed behind after one of the outings with her wild bunch.
Folks figgered that if she'd been smart enough to find Aarrghh, bring nice folks to spend their money, and then just send them away, so she could stay in peace, she must be O.K.
She was, for several years.
Then, as sudden as suddenly, she stopped being industrious, let her appearance lapse, and began performing the role of Village Beggar.
She never asked for much, but it had to come from the in your face, hand-to-mouth method she'd adopted.
Bubba decided that whatever she was up to, it was intentional.
She never asked him for anything. And she knew that he had taken quite a bit. Laura was about something.
Bubba was certain. It drove him batshit, not knowing what it was.
After stopping by the shop for a bracer, Bubba drove the ol' Chevy Pickup to Laura's shack.
The shack stood just outside the perimeter of Whitney's Salvage.
Ol' Hugh was too territorial to let her squat on his land, but, she had the only reasonable access to her place over his turf, and it set up a little higher, so the view was even better than that from the trailers.
Bubba drew alongside Hugh's porch, gave him the obligatory Jack and $50, and passed toward Laura's without exchanging a word.
Hugh was living in his own private dementia, and that was that.
Someday Bubba, or someone else, would drive up to the porch and Hugh would be Post Mortem in the rocker.
At least, if it happened today, he'd go with a smile on his mug, and half a yard in his pocket.
Laura was outside, bundled into piles of coats and sweaters, wearing several pairs of sweatpants. She was barefoot. It was about 40 degrees. There was mud and slush everywhere.
Her look, when she recognized Bubba, went from a purely joyful grin to a confused scowl, almost instantly.
Sadly, her face froze into the scowl before she could allow the joy to creep back in.
"Whatcha want, Bubba?"
"Hey now, Laura. Ya'll know anything about promotin' concepts? I recall hearin' you sayin' sumthin’ about promotin' concerts. That anything like the same?"
Laura laughed out loud, right through the scowl.
It seemed to startle her when she heard her own laughter.
Bubba looked straight into her eyes.
Ooops! He caught Laura looking girlish and happy.
This was either a great new beginning, or the continuation of extreme confusion. Only time would tell.
For today, Laura's discomfort at being caught in the act of joy, had ended any hope of furthering the Riparian Rights issue.
Bubba simply said, "Nice ta see ya'll. I come by to look in on ol' Hugh, and you were nearby. Later.", as he drove slowly away.
Laura returned to her scowling and puttering.
Her mind was racing, her heart aflutter. But, she let Bubba go.
He got back to the shop and asked Ernie if all was well.
Ernie responded in the affirmative.
The place could have been vanishing, board by board, in a hurricane, and Ernie's response would have remained positive.
Bubba often wished he could attain Ernie's state of mind.
While most considered ol' Ernie to be a little slow, and 'tetched in the haid', Bubba valued the composure with which Ernie faced life.
He was also a great dock jockey. Ernie invented Dinghy Dancin'.
Bubba had a few floats in the water, leading to the gas dock. The walkways and railings, heading to the floats, were surrendering to nature.
Ernie made his way out to the dock by stepping onto the siderails, and into several small dinghies along the way.
These narrow fishin' skiffs were as tippy as all get out. Ernie was a big guy.
The Dinghy Dance became a famous Aarrghh event, as others tried to walk the walk.
There were a few young kids who made it look like X-Games. But, Ernie was still the undisputed 'Stay Hi-Stay Dry' champ.
The kids splashed water everywhere.
Ernie barely allowed the boats to move as he skipped from rail to rail.
Plus, he was the only one Bubba allowed to touch the gas pump. So, he had a form of job security. Bubba felt that Ernie was a guy you'd always want on your side.
Bubba could feel the thinkin' come on.
It was so totally un-natural, and un-necessary to waste one precious moment lost in thought, while living in Aarrghh, that actual, essential thought, for a purpose, was almost painfully startling.
The brain would come back on, but the reception got fuzzier and fuzzier, more and more difficult to tune in.
There was little to be said for thinkin' among Aarrghites.
Right about then, Bubba decided to drive back out to Laura's. She could do the thinkin'.
Bubba figgered, "Being from 'away', she might still have the knack."
Laura did still have the knack.
In fact, she'd been doing the Village Beggar act in hopes of someone asking her to come up with a plan, rather than skulking around town, in tatters.
Bubba was unaware of Laura's exact intent, but he'd sensed something.
When he returned to the astounded Laura's shack, she was drunk on half the Jack Bubba had left with Hugh Whitney.
This time, she couldn't hide her joy.
She tossed off all but the ‘glued-on by bodily secretions’ T-Shirt, and a pair of silk Long-John's. These were pretty much a second skin on Laura.
Bubba gasped at the perfectly adorned body, actually blushed, and sat back onto his seat. Right there on Laura's front lawn.
He was floored.
Laura giggled, threw back her hair, and fell to the ground beside Bubba. She laughed outloud until every molecule of her being tingled.
"Concept Promotion, huh? What do you know about concept?"
Bubba grinned, and said, "Heard the word a few times. I know it means projecting thoughts into the public consciousness. Whatever that means."
Laura sat up, crossed her legs in front of her in a lotus positon, and slapped her hands on her thighs. "Can I do anything with a concept? Huh! Where you been hidin', Son? Hell, we bin' knowin' each other for over twelve years, never so much as beyond Hi, Fine, Nice ta see ya. Now were gonna do concept. Don't get a nose bleed over rushin' into things, Bubba."
"My good Lord, Laura, you are the most beautiful woman I've ever seen. You'll have to excuse my stammer. I need to concentrate for a few seconds.", Bubba stammered.
Laura had the bottle of Jack, with two good swallows left. She pretended to slug one down, but just took a sip before handing the rest to Bubba.
He drank it, and asked about Hugh.
"He's in happy-happy town, sleeping peacefully. We talked about the time I brought those bikers, with their Harley's, and a noise abatement rule got passed over Labor Day weekend. Hugh loved that one. He's dreaming about the babe we hooked him up with, trying to sway his vote. S.O.B. wouldn't play along, though. He resisted the unabashed, never challenged, Queen of the Trailer Hitch. Good ol' Hugh", Laura responded.
Bubba thought about Hugh's dream for a moment, and returned his attention to Laura. "Have you heard about this roadway to the mainland?", he asked.
"Yeah, if you folks don't get organized pretty damn quickly, we'll be fightin' over parkin' spaces within a year, or two. I don't want that, Bubba. I've tried to keep a very low profile here, but, in case ya'll didn't notice, the Beggar act started right about the time those suits came for a look-see. I been tryin' ta be among ya'll, lissenin."
"You're among us all, Laura. No-one considers you an outsider. What do you think would work?"
Laura scrunched up her nose, and said, "Well, I heard about the Riparian thing. Legally, you'd be makin' law. That's always tough. But, with you as 'the Riparian', and me as the spin doctor, they'll never get past the test borings. By the way, why are you the only person, other than Yours Truly, on this entire sandbar with good teeth? And, we'll talk about my outsiderness later."
Bubba chuckled and said, "I can't work on myself. I go all the way to Richmond twice a year for my dental work."
He then thought even more about the fact that he was the rich guy, with good teeth, a business, a valuable piece of property, and now, possibly, Laura as his...dare he think?...girlfriend.
Without further consideration, Bubba announced to Laura that she was in charge.
He would perform the role of 'Bubba the Riparian' exactly as she directed.
He said, "Girl, I have over $200,000 in liquid assets. There are 120 people livin’ out here. I'm going to give every single one of them $1000, even those in favor of the road gettin' built. That leaves me with $80,000, plus, the business, and the value of the property. If the road gets built, the property value will skyrocket. I'll sell and go lookin'. If it don't, I can still live here forever. I'm goin' whole hog for the not gettin' built plan."
Laura had a Big City flashback right then.
Was Bubba too good to be true? Or, was he as fake as the big time Wall Street/Rock 'n Roll guys? She thought, "Nah. I believe in the guy."
Laura asked, "What's this I hear about a causeway?"
To learn more about Bubba, and his crew, stay tuned...
Author's Note...there are four more completed segments following the one above. The five pieces, combined, are an intact piece. The current conclusion leaves a number of choices open to expand, and extend the tale ad infinitum.
ASAP, I'll put up a separate blog, with the complete text. Links will connect the two.
Try this. Editing in progress...
http://aarrghhtales.blogspot.com/
kineticism...
NOTE...1.22.08
This piece was originally written in the mid-eighties...the result of my exploration into ologies and isms...it remains unedited...amazingly, timelessly, timeless, eh?
Millions of Earth’s most pressing problems solved.
All in one fell swoop.
Kineticism is awareness of the energy stored within all objects.
It's value lies in extending that awareness into action.
Kineticism, fully realized, leads to ease of being.
That's a good thing.
The concept stems from things I learned while very young.
It was the 1950's.
We were in the midst of a much ballyhooed new direction for humanity.
I looked at the direction mankind was headed with the outlook of an American Indian, born in the wrong century.
My favorite viewpoints were held by the Hopi, Zuni, and Navajo.
These tribes had far reaching views.
My version of their outlook was close to anthropomorphic.
Inanimate objects took on living qualities.
The universe became recognizable.
I later came to realize that the spirit within all objects, as viewed by the American Indian, was actually an innate recognition of Cosmological Theories.
Their relationship with nature was so close that the Indians sensed the inner movement of atomic particles.
They felt the oneness of all physical objects.
Indians were aware of 'vibes'.
I remain fascinated by the notion of viewing today through the eyes of one who instinctively senses The Continuum.
Because, simply put, everything we recognize as physical is made up of the same rotating spheres, revolving around larger rotating spheres, ad infinitum, along with the space in between.
The bodies create the hum.
The space absorbs and disseminates this hum.
'Vibes' are the hum.
I have heard this referred to as the Music of the Spheres.
Ironically, I am of the age which experienced the onset of consciousness raising via drugs and spiritual awareness.
It's amazing how much of what has come from this new awareness is directly rooted in the point of view held by the American Indian.
LSD was a rerun.
Plus, I outgrew the moccasins and fringed leather garment phase around 1960.
So, Tripped Hippie is a 60's phase I skipped.
Many of those whose consciousness got psychedelically altered beyond the individual's ability to grasp, have found solace in the religion of the Tibetans.
Other than a few culturally based variables, Tibetan Bhuddism is not much different than Navajo beliefs.
Another haven for tripped out souls is Scientology.
L.Ron hit one here.
He simply took the sacrifice vs. reward aspect found in every belief system and added a new dimension, that of aggressive neurosis.
A great many of those lost to their trip are very aggressively neurotic.
Scientology suits their needs.
Scientologists get their reward without having to stop being the jerks they all realize that they are.
All of which leads back to Kineticism.
If you are a tripped out, aggressively neurotic jerk, it probably won't help.
You'll be forced, by your own self, to acknowledge such behavior.
You'll realize the disharmony your presence is causing in the 'vibe'.
But, being such a person, you won't recognize how to fix this problem.
Kineticism doesn't claim to fix things.
It simply rejoices in that which needn't be fixed.
The Aborigines, sitting at the base of Ayer's Rock, in "The Right Stuff", sending cinders into space, for John Glenn, still give me goosebumps.
Aborigines have Kineticism.
Many years ago, I saw a TV program about an ‘Abo‘ who'd gone 'walkabout'.
After his 'walkabout', he found, in a wasteland akin to the Lunar Surface, trinkets and amulets he'd placed beneath some rocks.
Years of windstorms, rain, and who knows what other outside forces had altered the terrain considerably.
The ‘Abo’ came near to the place where the loot was stashed, did some Aboriginal deep thought, inner vision thing, then walked over, bent down, and recovered his stuff.
That's Kineticism.
One thing Kineticism is not, is a system to be abused.
It's impossible.
Abuses, by those controlling belief systems, come from the fact that those in control know something which their followers do not.
At least that’s what the followers believe.
Oftentimes, those followers may be persuaded to take nefarious actions in implementing what those ‘in the know’ preach.
Whether the systematic, multi-tiered hierarchy of The Masons, the arcane labyrinthe of Catholicism, Islamic Fundamentalism, or, take your pick.
Religious Orders are just that, attempts to place a sense of order on the perceived chaos surrounding us.
Kineticism finds the balance within the chaos.
And, simply, appreciates the miraculous harmony.
These 'Orders' were established at a time when very few humans had access to higher knowledge.
They represent an assuaging of the fear borne of ignorance.
Today, with even the most obscure knowledge available to everyman, these 'order from chaos' systems are beyond outdated.
They are harmful.
Millions are born into belief systems over which they have no control.
Should an individual question these bestown beliefs, the first decision said individual must make is to refute all he or she has been taught.
This taints whatever choice the person makes with the stain of refutation.
Once born into an absolute system, a thinking individual must start off on the path to their own outlook by saying goodbye to those who presented the absolutism.
The choice between family and community, the presenters, and a solitary path to who knows where, often leaves the questioning human nowhere.
Kineticism simply fails to acknowledge the value of any belief passed on from a time of darkness.
The people who offered these beliefs are long dead.
Their outlook was based on their time.
Their time is long past.
Their outlook is useless today.
It, too, should be allowed to pass.
Fat chance, eh?
So, with all of the issues, suffering in turn for salvation, humble understanding leading to nirvana, relinquishing oneself in the name of piety, etc., etc., considered, Kineticism requires only that your very being be at ease in whatever surroundings you may encounter.
This is possible because you will feel total confidence in your beliefs.
This confidence comes from knowing that it works for you, because you made it up.
At ease in your surroundings, empowered with confidence, you can proceed on any chosen path, with a strong reason to hope for the best.
There you have it.
try this page next...
http://smythspace.blogspot.com/2007/01/azores-or-bust.html
This piece was originally written in the mid-eighties...the result of my exploration into ologies and isms...it remains unedited...amazingly, timelessly, timeless, eh?
Millions of Earth’s most pressing problems solved.
All in one fell swoop.
Kineticism is awareness of the energy stored within all objects.
It's value lies in extending that awareness into action.
Kineticism, fully realized, leads to ease of being.
That's a good thing.
The concept stems from things I learned while very young.
It was the 1950's.
We were in the midst of a much ballyhooed new direction for humanity.
I looked at the direction mankind was headed with the outlook of an American Indian, born in the wrong century.
My favorite viewpoints were held by the Hopi, Zuni, and Navajo.
These tribes had far reaching views.
My version of their outlook was close to anthropomorphic.
Inanimate objects took on living qualities.
The universe became recognizable.
I later came to realize that the spirit within all objects, as viewed by the American Indian, was actually an innate recognition of Cosmological Theories.
Their relationship with nature was so close that the Indians sensed the inner movement of atomic particles.
They felt the oneness of all physical objects.
Indians were aware of 'vibes'.
I remain fascinated by the notion of viewing today through the eyes of one who instinctively senses The Continuum.
Because, simply put, everything we recognize as physical is made up of the same rotating spheres, revolving around larger rotating spheres, ad infinitum, along with the space in between.
The bodies create the hum.
The space absorbs and disseminates this hum.
'Vibes' are the hum.
I have heard this referred to as the Music of the Spheres.
Ironically, I am of the age which experienced the onset of consciousness raising via drugs and spiritual awareness.
It's amazing how much of what has come from this new awareness is directly rooted in the point of view held by the American Indian.
LSD was a rerun.
Plus, I outgrew the moccasins and fringed leather garment phase around 1960.
So, Tripped Hippie is a 60's phase I skipped.
Many of those whose consciousness got psychedelically altered beyond the individual's ability to grasp, have found solace in the religion of the Tibetans.
Other than a few culturally based variables, Tibetan Bhuddism is not much different than Navajo beliefs.
Another haven for tripped out souls is Scientology.
L.Ron hit one here.
He simply took the sacrifice vs. reward aspect found in every belief system and added a new dimension, that of aggressive neurosis.
A great many of those lost to their trip are very aggressively neurotic.
Scientology suits their needs.
Scientologists get their reward without having to stop being the jerks they all realize that they are.
All of which leads back to Kineticism.
If you are a tripped out, aggressively neurotic jerk, it probably won't help.
You'll be forced, by your own self, to acknowledge such behavior.
You'll realize the disharmony your presence is causing in the 'vibe'.
But, being such a person, you won't recognize how to fix this problem.
Kineticism doesn't claim to fix things.
It simply rejoices in that which needn't be fixed.
The Aborigines, sitting at the base of Ayer's Rock, in "The Right Stuff", sending cinders into space, for John Glenn, still give me goosebumps.
Aborigines have Kineticism.
Many years ago, I saw a TV program about an ‘Abo‘ who'd gone 'walkabout'.
After his 'walkabout', he found, in a wasteland akin to the Lunar Surface, trinkets and amulets he'd placed beneath some rocks.
Years of windstorms, rain, and who knows what other outside forces had altered the terrain considerably.
The ‘Abo’ came near to the place where the loot was stashed, did some Aboriginal deep thought, inner vision thing, then walked over, bent down, and recovered his stuff.
That's Kineticism.
One thing Kineticism is not, is a system to be abused.
It's impossible.
Abuses, by those controlling belief systems, come from the fact that those in control know something which their followers do not.
At least that’s what the followers believe.
Oftentimes, those followers may be persuaded to take nefarious actions in implementing what those ‘in the know’ preach.
Whether the systematic, multi-tiered hierarchy of The Masons, the arcane labyrinthe of Catholicism, Islamic Fundamentalism, or, take your pick.
Religious Orders are just that, attempts to place a sense of order on the perceived chaos surrounding us.
Kineticism finds the balance within the chaos.
And, simply, appreciates the miraculous harmony.
These 'Orders' were established at a time when very few humans had access to higher knowledge.
They represent an assuaging of the fear borne of ignorance.
Today, with even the most obscure knowledge available to everyman, these 'order from chaos' systems are beyond outdated.
They are harmful.
Millions are born into belief systems over which they have no control.
Should an individual question these bestown beliefs, the first decision said individual must make is to refute all he or she has been taught.
This taints whatever choice the person makes with the stain of refutation.
Once born into an absolute system, a thinking individual must start off on the path to their own outlook by saying goodbye to those who presented the absolutism.
The choice between family and community, the presenters, and a solitary path to who knows where, often leaves the questioning human nowhere.
Kineticism simply fails to acknowledge the value of any belief passed on from a time of darkness.
The people who offered these beliefs are long dead.
Their outlook was based on their time.
Their time is long past.
Their outlook is useless today.
It, too, should be allowed to pass.
Fat chance, eh?
So, with all of the issues, suffering in turn for salvation, humble understanding leading to nirvana, relinquishing oneself in the name of piety, etc., etc., considered, Kineticism requires only that your very being be at ease in whatever surroundings you may encounter.
This is possible because you will feel total confidence in your beliefs.
This confidence comes from knowing that it works for you, because you made it up.
At ease in your surroundings, empowered with confidence, you can proceed on any chosen path, with a strong reason to hope for the best.
There you have it.
try this page next...
http://smythspace.blogspot.com/2007/01/azores-or-bust.html
Wednesday, January 24, 2007
Enviro Mental
Today's guest columnist is Art Dif, Billionaire Enviro Mentalist.
Art has recently returned from a trip aboard Gaia Two, Earth's first Personal Spacecraft.
It was epiphonic.
Prior to Art's epiphony, he had used his billions to make more billions. His was a simple philosophy. It worked well.
Since returning, Art has gone Enviro Mental.
I'll let Art tell the rest...
Good Day!
Thank you for this opportunity.
I'm Art Dif.
My first order of business consists of inviting my fellow Billionaire Enviro Mentalists, Ted Turner, and Richard Branson to the table.
You've heard of them. I'm sure.
I'm the newbie in this media exposure biz. It's only been a matter of months since I woke up to this new calling. The time since has all been spent absorbing, and considering. There's a lot of confusing, conflicting stuff to toss around.
For instance, Al Gore, one of the so-called leading voices of our environmental conscience, claims we will get the rest of the world to follow in our newly developing Enviro Mentalist Nation footsteps through 'Moral Authority'.
We, in our greater wisdom, will set a shining example for the rest of the world to follow. Nations all over the globe will alter their ways, in emulation of our Morally Authorized lead.
Cripes! That ol' boy is flat out stupid.
His attitude is exactly why USofA is so friggin' hated.
Nobody has looked toward USofA for any Higher Outlook since guys like Al's Dad ran the show. They pretty much dumped Pandora's Box all over the place, and left the mess for us to clean up.
Yet, this Bozo son of an Influence Peddler, who, more and more, resembles a lurching undertaker, came a few crooked votes from being The President, and gets huge attention for whatever issue enters his gourd.
I think he's a crazed lunatic with a forum.
What do you think?
Is his POV correct?
What do I know?
With my vast resources, and near religious zeal for the topic at hand, a great deal can be done. But, I need feedback before proceeding.
Turner and Branson have serious media clout. With access to their outlets, our combined financial resources, and my new found enthusiasm for what seems certain to endure as the topic of the milennium, we can certainly open avenues of discussion...which lets folks in.
One thing I've learned in my recent research binge, is that countless individuals have invaluable insight, when provided the opportunity to express theirself.
It's amazing what you can learn.
Here's the invitation.
Sirs,
Let's sit down.
Here's what I bring...so far...
We can still save our niche.
Get over Man v. Nature. It’s a no-win situation. We are nature.
Everything we do, everything we have ever done, is part of the natural course of events.
We can’t waste decades trying to undo our actions. They’re part of the course.
Otherwise, they never could have happened.
For example, using the planet’s natural resources, such as petroleum, generating energy, reducing drudgery, and improving ‘quality of existence’, was brilliantly symbiotic, for a while.
Unfortunately, as seems to be our way, we overdid it. Greed led to abuse, and excess took over.
From the first oil well, to excess, to complete abuse and potential self-destruction, in three generations.
That’s it.
It’s who we are. It’s what we do.
Our quest to reduce drudgery, by utilizing the planet’s resources, has gone horribly awry.
The future will be a series of increasingly reckless battles, over control of the dwindling supply, unless we change our outlook.
In the big picture, the entire reign of King Petro Chem will become an insignificant blip on the screen.
To those of us living during Petro Chem’s reign, it is the ‘be all and end all’.
At least it will be if we refuse to smarten up.
Change our demands, and supply will follow.
That’s the natural course of events.
I realize that my outlook approaches Gumpness in its obvious simplicity. But, simplicity got me to this position.
Simple starts the ball rolling.
Thanks, again...
Art Dif
Billionaire Enviro Mentalist
Art has recently returned from a trip aboard Gaia Two, Earth's first Personal Spacecraft.
It was epiphonic.
Prior to Art's epiphony, he had used his billions to make more billions. His was a simple philosophy. It worked well.
Since returning, Art has gone Enviro Mental.
I'll let Art tell the rest...
Good Day!
Thank you for this opportunity.
I'm Art Dif.
My first order of business consists of inviting my fellow Billionaire Enviro Mentalists, Ted Turner, and Richard Branson to the table.
You've heard of them. I'm sure.
I'm the newbie in this media exposure biz. It's only been a matter of months since I woke up to this new calling. The time since has all been spent absorbing, and considering. There's a lot of confusing, conflicting stuff to toss around.
For instance, Al Gore, one of the so-called leading voices of our environmental conscience, claims we will get the rest of the world to follow in our newly developing Enviro Mentalist Nation footsteps through 'Moral Authority'.
We, in our greater wisdom, will set a shining example for the rest of the world to follow. Nations all over the globe will alter their ways, in emulation of our Morally Authorized lead.
Cripes! That ol' boy is flat out stupid.
His attitude is exactly why USofA is so friggin' hated.
Nobody has looked toward USofA for any Higher Outlook since guys like Al's Dad ran the show. They pretty much dumped Pandora's Box all over the place, and left the mess for us to clean up.
Yet, this Bozo son of an Influence Peddler, who, more and more, resembles a lurching undertaker, came a few crooked votes from being The President, and gets huge attention for whatever issue enters his gourd.
I think he's a crazed lunatic with a forum.
What do you think?
Is his POV correct?
What do I know?
With my vast resources, and near religious zeal for the topic at hand, a great deal can be done. But, I need feedback before proceeding.
Turner and Branson have serious media clout. With access to their outlets, our combined financial resources, and my new found enthusiasm for what seems certain to endure as the topic of the milennium, we can certainly open avenues of discussion...which lets folks in.
One thing I've learned in my recent research binge, is that countless individuals have invaluable insight, when provided the opportunity to express theirself.
It's amazing what you can learn.
Here's the invitation.
Sirs,
Let's sit down.
Here's what I bring...so far...
We can still save our niche.
Get over Man v. Nature. It’s a no-win situation. We are nature.
Everything we do, everything we have ever done, is part of the natural course of events.
We can’t waste decades trying to undo our actions. They’re part of the course.
Otherwise, they never could have happened.
For example, using the planet’s natural resources, such as petroleum, generating energy, reducing drudgery, and improving ‘quality of existence’, was brilliantly symbiotic, for a while.
Unfortunately, as seems to be our way, we overdid it. Greed led to abuse, and excess took over.
From the first oil well, to excess, to complete abuse and potential self-destruction, in three generations.
That’s it.
It’s who we are. It’s what we do.
Our quest to reduce drudgery, by utilizing the planet’s resources, has gone horribly awry.
The future will be a series of increasingly reckless battles, over control of the dwindling supply, unless we change our outlook.
In the big picture, the entire reign of King Petro Chem will become an insignificant blip on the screen.
To those of us living during Petro Chem’s reign, it is the ‘be all and end all’.
At least it will be if we refuse to smarten up.
Change our demands, and supply will follow.
That’s the natural course of events.
I realize that my outlook approaches Gumpness in its obvious simplicity. But, simplicity got me to this position.
Simple starts the ball rolling.
Thanks, again...
Art Dif
Billionaire Enviro Mentalist
Tuesday, January 23, 2007
explain...
NOTE...top this M'fer is what Chuck Berry would say to Jerry Lee Lewis, and vice-versa...prodding one another on to better and better...if ya can't top it, cover it...better! Take it from there.
SmythSpace
From the serenity of the shoreline, to the deepest reaches of outer space, SmythSpace will take you there.
Human space travel.
That's what it's all about.
Does anyone really care?
Humanity's dreams of Space Travel began when the first Hominid stared up in awe, and wondered.
It happened a long time ago.
Since then, we've done some exploration, scratched the surface with exploitation, and defined some boundaries.
I guarantee said first Hominid did not envision a grid of Telecom/Defense Satellites between him and the awe inspiring wonder of the Universe.
The Final Frontier already has military outposts with the best Communications and Intelligence gadgetry ever available. There is no civilian presence.
Now, when one looks up, seeking that sense of awe, the realization that the vista is littered with omnipresent, human-made weapons, pointed back at Earth, kinda squashes that flight of fancy.
Space Tourism is showing some potential.
Human expansion, via exploration, exploitation, civilization, and eventually Travel/ Tourism, is a tried, and true method.
Can Mickey D's, et al, be far behind?
That's where our expansion always leads.
Why not just cut to the chase?
Space Tourism needs a Mall.
Right now, Richard Branson's "Virgin Galactic Airways" leads the Space Tourism Race, courtesy of Yours Truly.
I have corresponded with, offered suggestions to, applauded the accomplishments of, and teased Virgin/Branson since 1999.
I've maintained this connection as a reminder that I have the solution...Gaia Two.
Here's my latest suggestion.
Branson can have Space Tourism, the "Hotel Galactica" and the "Virgin Galactic Mall".
Gaia Two will empower Space Travel.
Space Tourism is about to become reality.
The Rebel Billionaire will take a few of his closest friends on the ride of their lives.
That'll place Sir Richard firmly atop the wealthy-adventurer pigpile, and thrust Virgin Galactic to the fore.
Good!!!
Now...let's get down to Space Travel
Gaia Two…Personal Spacecraft…One Explorer…One Vehicle…
Gaia Two, will become Earth's first Personal Spacecraft.
The tensegrital-monocoque spacecraft, Gaia Two, because of her revolutionary design, her unique methods of escape/re-entry, and her amazing, inherent safety factors, will provide the impetus for said, next giant leap.
Several individuals have shown the willingness, and the ability, to pay $20 million for a ride to the ISS.
Scaled Composites, Rutan’s Group, arrived at the same $20 million price when putting their venture together.
I guess today’s going price has been established.
My first foray into Space Tourism, with Society Expeditions’, Project Space Voyage, proffered $52,000 as their projected ticket price. This was in the early 1980’s.
Somewhere between these two extremes, at around $250,000/ride, lies doable economic reality, for the foreseeable future.
At the 250K price, you’d get…
Two weeks training at Earthbase Gaia.
Earthbase is the launch/landing/docking site, and center for all SmythSpace operations.
Along with the training center, and vehicle facilities, Earthbase Gaia features Cosmology Altering, educational seminars at its Hotel/Restaurant/Conference Center
These seminars will simplify the Gaia Two concept for visitors, and make the ride more enjoyable for those who choose to explore.
Your Personal Cosmology, your outlook toward The Universe, will change even if you should choose to never leave the ground.
Upon completion of your training period, you will suit up, and make your voyage.
Once aboard, your view, over the vast expanse of Gaia Two’s curvilinear bow, will be Universe Rising.
Seated comfortably, legs extended forward, your back, neck, and head reclined into an individually molded seat, you will view the entire trip, from lift-off to landing, over a constantly changing, new horizon.
Your Personal Spacecraft will be raised to 150,000’ via balloon.
The vehicle will drop from the balloon, and fall to 80,000’.
She will then 'Fall into Space'.
Remote, radio control, will maintain a downward/forward skid by adjusting moveable, onboard ballast.
Gaia Two will then soar off, oriented as pictured, bow forward, vertical stabilizer up.
Imagine the spectacular view, as, at the 80,000’ mark, ballast is moved aft, the bow rises, your skid becomes outward, rather than downward, and…at a moment when the vehicle will be pulsating around you, vibrating with the enormous kinetic energy absorbed during the drop…the compressed-air thruster sends you off, on a long, soaring tangent into space.
At apogee, 100 miles above Earth’s surface, the thruster will quit. You will be adrift, weightless, and about to take control of the vehicle.
But, first, take time to look around. Snap a few pics. Enjoy the sensation of weightlessness.
And, appreciate the awesomeness.
Your first command decision will be to initiate the final radio controlled maneuvers.
Perimeter Thrusters will re-orient Gaia Two.
You will be stabilizer up, bow forward, facing slightly downward.
Your controls are simple.
The gyroscopically balanced vehicle will not tip, side to side.
Gaia Two begins to drop.
You have several moments of free fall before the stick will come alive in your hand.
Enjoy the view, but remain prepared.
When the time comes, you must respond correctly.
Your training will have allowed you to experience facsimiles of this sensation numerous times.
Your comfort level will be high.
You can do this.
It’s your baby, now.
Pull back slightly.
The bow will rise.
Your descent will slow.
Continue to pull back, and you will soar outward for a few seconds.
This climb will slow the vehicle even further.
Just as Gaia Two begins to stall in her un-powered climb, you will ease the stick forward, and repeat the process…dropping and rising several times, before, at the altitude of 50,000’, you will begin to operate the pedals, along with the stick.
This, too, is a familiar experience, allowing you to smoothly guide the vehicle into a long, downward, S-shaped landing pattern.
A few seconds later, you will complete your voyage, pulling back on the stick 50’ above the deck, dropping the stern into a smooth skid; slicing along the surface of the ocean.
The bow will gently settle.
Within moments, the pick-up crew will arrive.
Gaia Two, and you, will be towed to the dock.
You’ll arrive, step out, probably bend, kiss the ground, and definitely, never forget one second of your experience.
more Gaia Two
smythspace@gmail.com ...ready when you are...Folks!
here's the vehicle... http://smythspace.blogspot.com/2007/05/heres-vehicle.html
Human space travel.
That's what it's all about.
Does anyone really care?
Humanity's dreams of Space Travel began when the first Hominid stared up in awe, and wondered.
It happened a long time ago.
Since then, we've done some exploration, scratched the surface with exploitation, and defined some boundaries.
I guarantee said first Hominid did not envision a grid of Telecom/Defense Satellites between him and the awe inspiring wonder of the Universe.
The Final Frontier already has military outposts with the best Communications and Intelligence gadgetry ever available. There is no civilian presence.
Now, when one looks up, seeking that sense of awe, the realization that the vista is littered with omnipresent, human-made weapons, pointed back at Earth, kinda squashes that flight of fancy.
Space Tourism is showing some potential.
Human expansion, via exploration, exploitation, civilization, and eventually Travel/ Tourism, is a tried, and true method.
Can Mickey D's, et al, be far behind?
That's where our expansion always leads.
Why not just cut to the chase?
Space Tourism needs a Mall.
Right now, Richard Branson's "Virgin Galactic Airways" leads the Space Tourism Race, courtesy of Yours Truly.
I have corresponded with, offered suggestions to, applauded the accomplishments of, and teased Virgin/Branson since 1999.
I've maintained this connection as a reminder that I have the solution...Gaia Two.
Here's my latest suggestion.
Branson can have Space Tourism, the "Hotel Galactica" and the "Virgin Galactic Mall".
Gaia Two will empower Space Travel.
Space Tourism is about to become reality.
The Rebel Billionaire will take a few of his closest friends on the ride of their lives.
That'll place Sir Richard firmly atop the wealthy-adventurer pigpile, and thrust Virgin Galactic to the fore.
Good!!!
Now...let's get down to Space Travel
Gaia Two…Personal Spacecraft…One Explorer…One Vehicle…
Gaia Two, will become Earth's first Personal Spacecraft.
The tensegrital-monocoque spacecraft, Gaia Two, because of her revolutionary design, her unique methods of escape/re-entry, and her amazing, inherent safety factors, will provide the impetus for said, next giant leap.
Several individuals have shown the willingness, and the ability, to pay $20 million for a ride to the ISS.
Scaled Composites, Rutan’s Group, arrived at the same $20 million price when putting their venture together.
I guess today’s going price has been established.
My first foray into Space Tourism, with Society Expeditions’, Project Space Voyage, proffered $52,000 as their projected ticket price. This was in the early 1980’s.
Somewhere between these two extremes, at around $250,000/ride, lies doable economic reality, for the foreseeable future.
At the 250K price, you’d get…
Two weeks training at Earthbase Gaia.
Earthbase is the launch/landing/docking site, and center for all SmythSpace operations.
Along with the training center, and vehicle facilities, Earthbase Gaia features Cosmology Altering, educational seminars at its Hotel/Restaurant/Conference Center
These seminars will simplify the Gaia Two concept for visitors, and make the ride more enjoyable for those who choose to explore.
Your Personal Cosmology, your outlook toward The Universe, will change even if you should choose to never leave the ground.
Upon completion of your training period, you will suit up, and make your voyage.
Once aboard, your view, over the vast expanse of Gaia Two’s curvilinear bow, will be Universe Rising.
Seated comfortably, legs extended forward, your back, neck, and head reclined into an individually molded seat, you will view the entire trip, from lift-off to landing, over a constantly changing, new horizon.
Your Personal Spacecraft will be raised to 150,000’ via balloon.
The vehicle will drop from the balloon, and fall to 80,000’.
She will then 'Fall into Space'.
Remote, radio control, will maintain a downward/forward skid by adjusting moveable, onboard ballast.
Gaia Two will then soar off, oriented as pictured, bow forward, vertical stabilizer up.
Imagine the spectacular view, as, at the 80,000’ mark, ballast is moved aft, the bow rises, your skid becomes outward, rather than downward, and…at a moment when the vehicle will be pulsating around you, vibrating with the enormous kinetic energy absorbed during the drop…the compressed-air thruster sends you off, on a long, soaring tangent into space.
At apogee, 100 miles above Earth’s surface, the thruster will quit. You will be adrift, weightless, and about to take control of the vehicle.
But, first, take time to look around. Snap a few pics. Enjoy the sensation of weightlessness.
And, appreciate the awesomeness.
Your first command decision will be to initiate the final radio controlled maneuvers.
Perimeter Thrusters will re-orient Gaia Two.
You will be stabilizer up, bow forward, facing slightly downward.
Your controls are simple.
The gyroscopically balanced vehicle will not tip, side to side.
Gaia Two begins to drop.
You have several moments of free fall before the stick will come alive in your hand.
Enjoy the view, but remain prepared.
When the time comes, you must respond correctly.
Your training will have allowed you to experience facsimiles of this sensation numerous times.
Your comfort level will be high.
You can do this.
It’s your baby, now.
Pull back slightly.
The bow will rise.
Your descent will slow.
Continue to pull back, and you will soar outward for a few seconds.
This climb will slow the vehicle even further.
Just as Gaia Two begins to stall in her un-powered climb, you will ease the stick forward, and repeat the process…dropping and rising several times, before, at the altitude of 50,000’, you will begin to operate the pedals, along with the stick.
This, too, is a familiar experience, allowing you to smoothly guide the vehicle into a long, downward, S-shaped landing pattern.
A few seconds later, you will complete your voyage, pulling back on the stick 50’ above the deck, dropping the stern into a smooth skid; slicing along the surface of the ocean.
The bow will gently settle.
Within moments, the pick-up crew will arrive.
Gaia Two, and you, will be towed to the dock.
You’ll arrive, step out, probably bend, kiss the ground, and definitely, never forget one second of your experience.
more Gaia Two
smythspace@gmail.com ...ready when you are...Folks!
here's the vehicle... http://smythspace.blogspot.com/2007/05/heres-vehicle.html
Media Planting...
My media planting career began in 1968.
It's a simple concept, dependent upon the ever increasing hunger of the media.
That ever increasing hunger should make it ever easier to do, eh?
Think of the rising level of demand since '68.
This should be a piece of cake.
The event which brought this notion to light for me, occurred while tending bar at King's Tavern, Harvard Sq...1968/69.
Among the regulars were a motley crew, referring to themselves as The Harvard Sq Racing Association.
They raced for their barstools, as far as I could tell.
Right alongside the Racing Association sat the Neiman Fellows for that season.
The Neimans gobbled up the local flavor, buying the boys drinks, and jotting notes.
I won't bore you with a list of particulars, right now.
It's a whole 'nother tale.
Suffice it to say that revolution in the streets was fomented via the boys spinning a very realistic yarn, which the Neimans projected on to "Time", and actions took place.
The hunger made it real...even with the delay necessary for a weekly periodical to shout the story.
Again it should be easier now.
So, avoiding the temptation to carry on, telling stories about Harvard Sq in the 60's, and all that, I'll conduct my current project right here, just to show you how it works.
stay tuned...there'll be fantastic T-shirts, posters, and all sorts of great prizes soon.
If I can maintain your interest for a while, you will be rewarded, twofold...at least...
The Media Planting Project will improve humanity's basic outlook so dramatically that all will benefit.
Plus, by sticking with it from the start, you'll have all the cool loot...which should bring a pretty penny on ebay...more on this later...stick around and I'll tell you how to do it...so, it's to your advantage to return regularly.
I've been Media Planting ever since that fateful day.
There's been a lot of retracing steps, cultivating, nurturing, etc.
It's come full circle.
Time to harvest.
This is Media Planting...
update...5/31/'007...
It's a simple concept, dependent upon the ever increasing hunger of the media.
That ever increasing hunger should make it ever easier to do, eh?
Think of the rising level of demand since '68.
This should be a piece of cake.
The event which brought this notion to light for me, occurred while tending bar at King's Tavern, Harvard Sq...1968/69.
Among the regulars were a motley crew, referring to themselves as The Harvard Sq Racing Association.
They raced for their barstools, as far as I could tell.
Right alongside the Racing Association sat the Neiman Fellows for that season.
The Neimans gobbled up the local flavor, buying the boys drinks, and jotting notes.
I won't bore you with a list of particulars, right now.
It's a whole 'nother tale.
Suffice it to say that revolution in the streets was fomented via the boys spinning a very realistic yarn, which the Neimans projected on to "Time", and actions took place.
The hunger made it real...even with the delay necessary for a weekly periodical to shout the story.
Again it should be easier now.
So, avoiding the temptation to carry on, telling stories about Harvard Sq in the 60's, and all that, I'll conduct my current project right here, just to show you how it works.
stay tuned...there'll be fantastic T-shirts, posters, and all sorts of great prizes soon.
If I can maintain your interest for a while, you will be rewarded, twofold...at least...
The Media Planting Project will improve humanity's basic outlook so dramatically that all will benefit.
Plus, by sticking with it from the start, you'll have all the cool loot...which should bring a pretty penny on ebay...more on this later...stick around and I'll tell you how to do it...so, it's to your advantage to return regularly.
I've been Media Planting ever since that fateful day.
There's been a lot of retracing steps, cultivating, nurturing, etc.
It's come full circle.
Time to harvest.
This is Media Planting...
update...5/31/'007...
Saturday, January 20, 2007
EXPANSION...
There's a sea change a comin',
comin' for us all.
We're bound to get swept up in it,
all ridin' on this ball.
Since what you see, is what you get,
learn to see it all...
It's time to acknowledge expansion as the fifth basic human need.
For years, there were three accepted basics...food, sex, and shelter.
Recently, most have begun to recognize intoxication as the fourth.
These basic requirements have ruled our lives, since the dawn of time.
Until they are taken care of, nothing else happens.
There has also, always been expansion.
Now, as we rapidly run out of places, expansion seems impossible.
We have lost a large portion of ourselves.
A basic human need, while not yet extinct, lies dormant.
We run ourselves ragged, trying to prevent extinction of species we've endangered.
This specie...us...is about to become endangered by the loss of expansion from our collective psyche.
We've messed with our own well being.
By now, we should have achieved the awareness to take action.
The ability to do so, is tempered only by willingness.
Yes, even in these treacherous times, with our hackles up, and our nostrils flared, awareness of the balance must be kept in perspective.
Surviving the treacherous times won't matter, without all five needs intact.
With a basic motivator lost, the survivors won't be Homo Sapiens.
They'll be some new, unrecognizable, devolved branch of Humanity.
Even without the dreaded Nuclear Armageddon, Homo Sapiens is well on the way to extinction, by our own foolishness.
History is.
The Future can include escalating levels of clarity, leading to a brighter outlook, or become pure, straight to the brain, agenda driven hocus-pocus.
Hunker in the bunker, or cast off for ports unknown.
It's our call.
NOTE...this is my first posting...everything here will make more sense when you realize the problem starts with the above...as does the solution...to fully absorb the concept, click 'newer post' below...continue to do so as you read ensuing postings...you'll be reading it as it was written...one thought leading to another...until the links take you back to today.
or, return immediately to real time...with slightly deeper insight... http://syog.blogspot.com
comin' for us all.
We're bound to get swept up in it,
all ridin' on this ball.
Since what you see, is what you get,
learn to see it all...
It's time to acknowledge expansion as the fifth basic human need.
For years, there were three accepted basics...food, sex, and shelter.
Recently, most have begun to recognize intoxication as the fourth.
These basic requirements have ruled our lives, since the dawn of time.
Until they are taken care of, nothing else happens.
There has also, always been expansion.
Now, as we rapidly run out of places, expansion seems impossible.
We have lost a large portion of ourselves.
A basic human need, while not yet extinct, lies dormant.
We run ourselves ragged, trying to prevent extinction of species we've endangered.
This specie...us...is about to become endangered by the loss of expansion from our collective psyche.
We've messed with our own well being.
By now, we should have achieved the awareness to take action.
The ability to do so, is tempered only by willingness.
Yes, even in these treacherous times, with our hackles up, and our nostrils flared, awareness of the balance must be kept in perspective.
Surviving the treacherous times won't matter, without all five needs intact.
With a basic motivator lost, the survivors won't be Homo Sapiens.
They'll be some new, unrecognizable, devolved branch of Humanity.
Even without the dreaded Nuclear Armageddon, Homo Sapiens is well on the way to extinction, by our own foolishness.
History is.
The Future can include escalating levels of clarity, leading to a brighter outlook, or become pure, straight to the brain, agenda driven hocus-pocus.
Hunker in the bunker, or cast off for ports unknown.
It's our call.
NOTE...this is my first posting...everything here will make more sense when you realize the problem starts with the above...as does the solution...to fully absorb the concept, click 'newer post' below...continue to do so as you read ensuing postings...you'll be reading it as it was written...one thought leading to another...until the links take you back to today.
or, return immediately to real time...with slightly deeper insight... http://syog.blogspot.com
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