Archive for July, 2010

July 24, 2010

My longboard wants to slide

My Skateboard wants to Slide

My skateboard wants to slide, as I run the hill to the next flat, zig zaging away. The board I ride talks to me. It tells me it’s ok to let go, it’s only sliding how hard can it be. So I ride carefree because my board talks to me. And all the paths I take are being freshly paved, as another light turns green for me. Some yelling I look it was to smile and wave and they caught some of the wind that had gathered in me. Not a push required I fly with ease it’s all downhill from here nice gentle and free. It’s not that I’m careless I care less.
In traffic then out, I ride down a nice grade of a side-street I cross the intersection where sits a Porsche convertible at the stop sign, a woman yells hey and the the driver he honks, I turn and look they give a thumbs up and I give a wave and turn carrying on down the street.
I get back into traffic after a short uphill. Traffic is heavy and slow, I pass a Ferrari with a tuck and then slow down on the flat, I’m retaken but in the next block I get to fly past and take a good wind push down the grade, it is four blocks before the Ferrari retakes me. It’s a big uphill now so I look forward to the other side.

July 20, 2010

step outside the cube it’s the wrong answer

Now that the whole world knows of this squiggly line attached to an action it’s not likely we will develop another one for human kind. So when DO YOU SAY ENOUGH

July 19, 2010

It’s not that I’m careless I care less

My Skateboard wants to Slide

My skateboard wants to slide, as I run the hill to the next flat, zig zaging away. The board I ride talks to me. It tells me it’s ok to let go, it’s only sliding how hard can it be. So I ride carefree because my board talks to me. And all the paths I take are being freshly paved, as another light turns green for me. Some yelling I look it was to smile and wave and they caught some of the wind that had gathered in me. Not a push required I fly with ease it’s all downhill from here nice gentle and free. It’s not that I’m careless I care less.

July 18, 2010

problem,reaction,solution.

problem,reaction,solution.
your intuitive self does in milliseconds
what your thinking self thinks, and thinks, and thinks……………..

July 17, 2010

first came the square

symbols, symbols everywhere.

first came the square drawn on that there
just a flat square drawn on that there
then came upon it one with great glee
he had a vision to build it
so said he

so build it he did
put three in plane site
but to make it fun
he’d place them just right

he placed them like dancers
up on one toe
he placed them level
above as below
then he covered with sand
half the answer

then settlement came
which he was want to claim
the scribbler with drawing at hand
saying look it isn’t just so

then the builder he stated
from feeling berated
how dare you I build exactly whats drawn
your the one that’s got it all wrong

he said prove it to me
it’s not what you see
and then you can carry on

so tied up we’ve been
creating the machine
to show us to the question
our failing

we’re wailing with thought
and just we plain forgot
it’s a question not an answer were seeking

for the answer you see is so planely before ye                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                      requires no thought
just reflection

July 17, 2010

critical thinking part three

You are given a drawing of a square and you are asked to build something the one who drew can not figure out how to do .
What would you build .
Now to have fun and play with the mind .
How would you display it so that while it is derived from the drawing of the square on the paper it does not look at first glance like that which is before your eyes

July 16, 2010

A kinder gentler, smoother fancier decorated slavery is still slavery.

philosophical gibber jab, the bullshit so thick it pouring from your eyes. Stop thinking, we don’t need any of this nonsense. Productive what hell the is productive about doing things you don’t want to do. Are these your damn dreams, are you stupid.conform to my way, no mine, no mine, no wait this is better, think , think.
Stop it, close the book, stop being impressed by the squiggly lines, there’s no meaning to them, everyone’s been trying to figure them out, even made up different languages and characters to decipher it. Got us to thinking. Well maybe there’s an easy way. so you spend all the time in the squiggly lines making up new squiggly lines, and some one has to bring you food, and the guy bringing you food is sick of that, he wants to read some squiggly lines, so someone can bring him food and then there are so many squiggly line readers that you have to grow food. All the while if you close the book the words go away and the food is right outside on a bush or a tree, or as a leaf. And you don’t need a plateful, you just need a few morsels at a time and water it comes from a stream or a spring, and you don’t need any thinking about where and what. And you can stop trying to find the question to the why or how of the answers you’ve been given, because you never had a damn question in the first place.

July 15, 2010

Civilization, Where’s it’s civility

I’m an odd nut, coming to terms with the inherent wisdom I’ve had since childhood. That wisdom which me allowed to run around in adventure and play, confident that nothing would harm me. Most assuredly I never thought about harm. I explored as far as my legs would carry me. With friends we would make up games, we created our own shelters from what we found, we ate fruit from the bushes and drank water from a creek, or from a spring if one was near. We could lay down at night in a field and look at the stars and just see them there twinkling. Once in a while you could see a planet moving through the sky, slowly creeping along either chasing or running away from the moon, and then the sun would come up and wipe the slate clean. Or the Northern lights dancing free across the sky, we didn’t need to know or think about what they were, it was the sky dancing.

No one led us by the hand to these things, it was our inherent playfulness protected by inherent wisdom, carefree of knowledge. As a mother knows to put her child to her breast. There was no need for thinking with nature. We knew what was there for us, and what was not for us.

Then we were all forced into some kind of civilization, the kind of place where you have to ask questions because, what the hell, it’s just compounded gibberish.There is philosophical gobbley goop upon philosophical goobley gop. Each strive for a mass to follow and contort and conform to it’s ideals, only to have another come and add more or take some away or revise it into something completely opposite, while we evade our human nature and destroy not only our humanity but the vary nature with which we are a part. Civilization is for this reason not able to settle and live. The agenda is something other then life, as demonstrated by the very fact that for something as simple as eating, sleeping, shitting, and the rest of the time is yours before you return to the light. We’ve managed to mess it up. The simplicity of these tasks. We think our way to making them easier then they already are but fail at every turn.  It’s right bloody daft

There’s food right there, well there was until we paved it over, but there is still a lot out there just hanging to be picked, or that green leafy stuff,  just as when I was a child, and water runs freely everywhere if you let it go.

We could have very easily stayed in our little bush or by the stream. We made our shelter, there was plenty to eat, sleeping came natural and the rest of the time we played, or we told stories, and if it had started getting cold we might just walk somewhere that suited more us, and we would have been just fine.

July 15, 2010

Thoughts I had while pulling on my socks.

Many want to solve a civilization instead of humanity problem. Philosophical arguments with civilizations philosophical solutions. The problem is civilization itself.
Civilization requires civility in an uncivilized world to make it work
all have to conform, both humanity and nature Humanities philosophy is
wisdom not knowledge. There is no compounding of philosophical
gibberish. It’s not ideas of how live the idea of humanity is to live.

There is no key
There is no door
Step out beyond your walls
It’s wide open out there
To the stars and beyond
Look
Don’t you see it
There is no father
No one abandoned you
You were created by the virgin mother
We call her earth
Join and let us celebrate together
Let us respect and heal her
She will protect and nourish us
She is not a beast to slay
What are you afraid of
Only you were created in your own image
Face it
Don’t be afraid of your own skin
You are loved
Please share
Pass on the light