It's National Poetry Month! Submit your poetry and we'll publish it here on Read Write.as.
It's National Poetry Month! Submit your poetry and we'll publish it here on Read Write.as.
If only there was more of this kind of thing here in the states.. where most people in socal even a decade ago only spoke with their neighbors if there was a super loud noise outside, or a natural disaster.
Even in the suburbs. Anyway, we need more human interaction so people understand how beautiful the world of emotions can be.
However barring that i am mostly content being left alone, but i do miss kind interaction as well.
from Telmina's notes
今日1時半過ぎ、突然、永田町にヘリコプターの轟音が響きました。米軍のヘリコプターが超低空飛行をしているのかと、議員会館の部屋のブラインドを開けて見たら首相官邸屋上のヘリポートに海上自衛隊のヘリコプターが着陸し、菅総理一行を載せ飛びたつところでした。— 海江田万里(事務所) (@banrikaieda) April 12, 2021
#2021年 #2021年4月 #2021年4月13日 #ひとりごと #雑談 #ストレス #仕事 #ゲーム #政治 #Twitter
Great track from Avenged Sevenfold. I love how when the instrumental rolls in, it turns into almost like a totally different song.
I see my vision burn, I feel my memories fade with time But I'm too young to worry (a melody, a memory, or just one picture)
Seize the day or die regretting the time you lost It's empty and cold without you here, too many people to ache over ♪ ♫ ♪
A great new find...
All the pain in this world won't stop us now For we have each other All the hate in this world can't tear us apart This love is forever ♪ ♫ ♪
from CJ Eller
No matter how many reminders I give myself about chores, I'm bound to forget them. I don't forget about scrolling through Twitter or playing a video game. Just about getting my truck's oil changed or replacing the house's dryer vent.
This gets me thinking about Hijack Your Feed, a browser extension for MacOS that transforms Twitter ads into your todos:
Hijack Your Feed generates eye-catching posts based on your Reminders. Designed to nudge you toward your intentions… and away from doom-scrolling.
Harness the power of persuasive design for your own benefit. Hijack Your Feed transforms any task—no matter how boring—into content worth consuming.
I'm intrigued by the idea of having your todo list embed itself within the things that distract you from checking off your todos in the first place. Because we're all used to the idea of eating your vegetables before having dessert. An analogous practice of this mindset could be your game console preventing you from playing something until you complete an item on your todo list.
What Hijack Your Feed proposes is different. It acts on a subliminal level. Imagine playing a video game that is able to pull in your todo list and mentions todo list items in-game, maybe even incorporates them into the story — not just on a surface level but in a fundamental way. This isn't preventing you from playing the game but is rather using the game to get you thinking about the things you want to get done outside of playing the game. All, of course, with the hope you'd go out with more eagerness to complete those tasks.
This isn't exactly what Hijack Your Feed is going for per se, but it gets me rethinking my perspective on todo lists.
Não há volta a dar: a política é veneno e seu próprio antídoto.
from 💔 U, ANX
Prior to making myself get to sleep, I thought it might be good try make an update on here. Again, I don’t really know what to say, but I’ll just start putting words down and see where it goes. Overall, this week feels as though it has held some positive progress, despite its predecessor’s ending note turning out a complete fuckmess. Sitting here, trying to rack my brain for any major catastrophes or catalysts feels more difficult than usual, which I think is a good sign. For the past month, depression and general lethargy — among other issues and setbacks — found my apartment looking like it rarely does. Typically, this place is so fucking spotless, were we not still winding down through this pandemic, I would say you could probably eat off the floors. While this can be an instigator to my OCD — not the OCD that non-sufferers like to casually claim to have, but the kind that can actually fuck my ability to just exist, and impedes normal functionality and fluid movement if not kept in check — living in such a chaotic atmosphere as it was becoming was starting to agitate my anxiety and lent a feeling of weight to my resting mood. Anyways, it was something that was long overdue and we finally got around to it. Our apartment is really nice, and while I’m excited at the prospect of moving into something more accommodating to two people, I plan and would like to enjoy what time we have in this unit.
Additionally, following a short hiatus, I reestablished my recovery treatment — another looming issue, which has had me feeling down in recent weeks. Feeling as though things have regained a kind of equilibrium, I’m eager to pick back up from where I had left off, only this time, with a better sense of what I’m supposed to be doing. If that comes off as vague, that’s at least somewhat intentional. Some things I just don’t want to put out there for the world to see, but I recently removed the password function from this journal/blog/whatever so I don’t know if I feel comfortable writing as freely as I otherwise might. Once I can figure out the proper code for augmenting the appearance of the password page’s typeface to match with the rest of the site, I’ll probably change it back. Anyways, this upcoming week is allegedly going to be really nice, weather-wise, which also should help with feeling more empowered to stay productive and enact some positive changes, both for myself and in helping Elle to do the same. Next on the list is getting myself back into therapy. For the time being, my general practitioner has prescribed a low dose of Wellbutrin, but I would like to be involved with something a bit more hands-on, in order that we can tailor and make necessary adjustments to my regimen, based on my needs — whatever we find out those may be. First, I need to actually start taking the medicine regularly. Whenever I first begin something like this, I’m always a bit apprehensive and nervous that it’s going to have some negative drawbacks, but if not for my own well-being, I feel like it might better equip me to be of the necessary mind to support Elle and get her feeling the way we both wish we could be. About a month and a half ago, we both looked into it at a clinic right up the street from our apartment, but it seems like they’re either grossly overextended, understaffed, or generally speaking, just don’t have their shit together. Not having our own shit together, whatever disheartenment we’d felt was enough to serve to put the endeavor on indefinite hold. There are a couple more places, which I’ve been meaning to get around to calling but as of yet, have not. This week, I would like to finally check this box and get things underway with this, for both myself and Elle — assuming this is still something she’s interested in participating in. Concurrent to this, couples counseling is something we’ve discussed looking into, so this would be an ideal opportunity for exploring those options.
It’s now the morning. I’ve gotta start getting ready for the day. Later this afternoon, I have an appointment to have some cavities filled, along with a deep cleaning — not sure whether they’ll get around to that part today, though I know that this procedure as a whole will be split across multiple visits. About two years ago, while living in NV with Elle, I some dental work done, which
left a pretty bad taste in my mouth was a pretty traumatizing experience. While I know this won’t be anything like major oral surgery, leaving me in the kind of pain that hydrocodone did little to quell, it still makes me a little nervous. After that experience, I remember talking to my dad on the phone about it, during which he told me he’d gone in for a deep cleaning — he’s been an avid tobacco user for 55+ years now — and that it had left him in pain so bad that he’ll never go back to the dentist. Not very helpful, although this is a person who has probably been to any kind of doctor as many times as I could count on one hand. Anyways, I’m trying to keep calm about it. If I need, I might take some Clonidine, and maybe if I ask real nicely, they’ll administer some nitrous oxide on top of novocaine. Gotta go put some coffee on and get things moving. Elle is cooking breakfast, after which we’ll shower and paint my nails, because I wanna go into this appointment looking like the pretty, pretty princess that I am.
This is exciting and means I have been busy thinking, sharing and creating.
*This is my favorite place to be.*
April 12, 2021, is todays date, and it is day 102 out of 365.
That is all for now.
Oh; Here’s a quote!
Ein offener Geist ist oft ein einsamer Ort unter einem Meer des Egos. – sich
Or in english: > An open mind is often a lonely place among a sea of ego.
It is chock full of great information, of interest Jurisdiction wide! Check it out:
from Stories. Not a blog.
For me: I never go to sleep until my dreams for the day have come true. For you: Never go to sleep until your dreams for the day have come true.
Easier said than done, right? (but effort is effort regardless)
from Open Source Musings
When I switched to elementary OS in late 2020, I decided that my commitment to it would include trying to use as many applications coded specifically for the distribution as possible. So far, I've succeeded. While I do use some so-called standard open source applications, much of what I use on my desktop is curated for elementary OS in its AppCenter.
Let's spend the next few hundred words looking at three of those applications. I might not use them all of the time, but they definitely come in handy when I need them.
Mindmapping can be a very powerful creativity technique. A mindmap lets you visualize your ideas and how they fit together, and can unblock a mental log jam.
I usually pull together mindmaps on paper. But when I don't want to kill trees and waste ink, or don't have pen and paper handy, I turn to Minder.
If you've used a mindmapping tool in the past, you'll find Minder easy to use. You start off with your central idea, and branch out from that by creating nodes, which represent bits and pieces of that idea. You keep doing that until you have a full visual representation of our complete idea.
Minder gives you fine-grained control over the components that make up your mindmap. You can add notes and images to a node, add or delete nodes, change colours, and even turn a node into a task list.
Just so you know, Minder is a pay-what you want app. You're not obliged to pay to full amount a developer asks for, or pay anything at all for it. However, any money that changes hands goes to support the development Minder.
There comes a time when you need to convert an image, audio file, or video file from one format to another. Some of the most powerful and flexible tools for doing that run at the Linux command line — utilities like ImageMagick or FFmpeg. The problem is that they have so many options, and if you rarely use those applications you tend to forget those options when it comes time to take advantage of them.
In the past, whenever I've need to do a conversion I've used one or more desktop apps like SoundConverter. But Ciano is great alternative for elementary OS.
Ciano is easy to use. You select a file type to convert to, then add files to your conversion list. Once you've done that, click Start conversion to do the deed.
Ciano doesn't support conversions to all that many formats. But unless you're converting to obscure or rarely-used formats, what Ciano supports is probably more than enough for what you need to do.
Like Minder, Ciano is a is a pay-what you want app. Again, you're not obliged to pay anything but what you do pay helps support Ciano's development.
There is quite a bit of software in elementary's AppCenter — both specifically created for elementary and open source applications you might be used to if you've used other distributions. However, you might not find what looking for and might want to grab an installer from elsewhere.
elementary OS is based on Ubuntu, which is based on a distribution called Debian. Packages that you install on Debian have the extension .deb. There's no built-in software for handling .deb files in elementary OS, and you'll find that you can't open some .deb files in the AppCenter.
That's where Eddy comes in. Use Eddy to install, manage, and uninstall .deb files, all within a simple graphical interface.
It's very easy to use. Just fire Eddy up, point it at a .deb you've file downloaded and then click Install.
You can also uninstall a .deb or downgrade to an older version of an application if the newer one isn't playing nicely with elementary OS.
Using Eddy definitely beats jumping to the terminal and trying to remember a string of commands that you rarely use.
#linux #desktop #elementaryOS
Once upon a time. . .
“There was a ruling family from far far away. . .”
They were not of this planet, but they had been here many, many times before.
You see, they were a space faring race, and an advanced one at that.
The things they were capable of millions of years ago would make the typical man or woman in the 10th to 21st century or so baffle and boggle inside the mind.
They came from nearby, all things considered, solar system called Proximal Century. It was what man on earth today calls Proxima Centauri.
An “approximate” land, one hundred years away. Very much like earth. Not one hundred years away in travel terms, but one hundred years away in solar rotations.
As we think of our earth, and our local solar system. In other words, unless you had the tech, you stood no chance of ever arriving there.
The citizens of Proximal Century were like any other you may try and understand. They had a mouth, they ate food, and they laughed.
They had feelings and emotions... Or rather, I should say have, since we are both still here.
They had two arms, two feet, and so on... They were not a lot unlike us because we are actually related- but we’ll get to that a little later…
You see, the more important thing to perhaps your understanding of how this story will play out, is they were directly involved in our current earth history, even in our current times, invisibly so, and still are.
To make matters more intriguing, it would be easier to think of proximal even though as a star base..
There are many habitable planets and stars in the Proximal Century System, and life there really takes on a variety of forms, as you will see the further we go into our exploration of this rabbit hole of the solar system, via our hero’s and villains, from those who brought back this tale and bravely shared it with us.
There is one thing for certain, life on Proximal Century and what goes on inside the system directly affects life here on earth. Little did we know.. Until now.
This is the end of the Preface. ...
Please continue on to Chapter 1.
A long time ago, around the year 2155, man decided to leave earth, and seek out a permanent establishment elsewhere in the solar system. He decided that it was time to leave earth, and seek new lands; Mostly due to environmental destruction, but also due to the fact that he thought it pertinent to actually move where there was fresh air again.
Man had polluted his planet to the point where the air was actually 80% nitrogen, and around the year 2099, it became obvious that most people could not afford to live underground and produce their own oxygen in specialized hydrogen reactors. These reactors were complicated, and worked very well, but required a special type of domocile, and were terribly not in the reach of most peoples finances and ability therein of procurement.
At the turn of year 2100, most of earths citizens lived inside massive centres, underground, which were pumped full of fresh air, and had their own hydrogen containment systems. Naturally, nobody went to the surface anymore, and there was no such thing as natural sunlight- All the lighting underground was created with special helium reactor cores that had been developed by a man named Eldron Tusk. Well, at least on paper and to the general public, it was the masterwork of Tusk, but really it was the men that Tusk worked for, and the General Living Corporation, that were responsible.
The GLC was founded originally by the founding members of the world bank, and the former united nations. The united nations believe it or not, was actually interested in doing two things, colonizing space, and preserving “the best of the best” on planet earth, although really who were they to decide anyway?
The sunlight was weird, because it did not contain actual sun, but it contained vitamins and minerals generated from the elementals included in the complex reactor core series, that the GLC had created. These specialized reactors provided vitamins, minerals, and fresh “sun” to the people 24 hours a day, but ran on a cycle to simulate the natural circadian rhythm of the human body. At this juncture in time, nearly everyone had a borked circadian rhythm, and it was a welcome change back into a more naturalistic human evolution.
I should probably mention why the banks were involved at all, at this point, and to be entirely forthcoming the reason this was necessary was because nobody had any money, and all commerce had been done away with in the terms of “jobs,” because every major corporation was involved in the space push, should I say they were slowly dwindled down into utter bankruptcy if they refused the initiative, or they were co-opted willingly or some not so willingly, because of various laws that were created that made it impossible for them to do business.
Nonwithstanding, nobody had any money to spend anyway, because the banking computers all crashed around the year 2047, and anyone living in the general established “world,” was left wondering how to eat, many moved to the hills and grew their own food, or had began making friends decades earlier with people who had already established farms. Not that it was any easier for the farmers, because the air had heavy metals in it, and the land had become weird and mostly hard to grow things in, because of the former world government of earth’s attempts to terraform the planet at the hidden auspices of an invisible yet somewhat known extra-terrestrial race.
Now there is a lot going on there, but this is just the beginning of our story, and these concepts may be touched upon as we go on, when they are relevant to our tale. This book is the result of meetings on Proximal Century with Zev, Lara, and a few others, as well as the memoirs of a man who lived through the transition period, and successfully managed to stay on earth. He also was able to forge alliances with the new break-out colony, so he was able to go back and forth at will, and had his own space faring craft.
These crafts were not designed here on earth, but they were designed in the Proximal Century Star system, and that is to say the technology utilized was from “out there,” but terrestrial materials had been procured slowly over a number of years through select military contacts, and the clearance to build the ship and to it’s plans were granted via a series of select aptitude tests, and in general, the man was an engineer. He just really didn’t talk about it much with anybody. There wouldn’t have been much point to it, and it’d have been a waste of his energy, not only that but it would have confused most of the people who bothered to ask.
The craft used anti-gravity technology to bend the entire molecular density of the space craft and everything in it, and contained a 1:1 copy of the DNA of all aboard, so as to properly re-assemble itself on the other side, so to say. It traveled outside the van allen belt, and made its first test mission in the year 2049, “the new gold rush.”
The new gold rush was the year that it became publicly announced that earth’s remaining population was to be transported outside the belt, and ontowards their new home in space. Most earthlings at the time had already been well familiar with the concept, because of a great many streaming video or movie services which they had used on the internet, which was rather convenient.
Elon Tusk, again took the credit for all of this, as he had developed a series of high powered lithium batteries that had largely replaced coal power plants, and also had taken the credit for a great many other technologies, such as the tachyon drive, and the hyper drive accelerator, the quantum grid spaced laser timing devices, among others.
The quantum grid spaced laser arrays were used all along the surface of the earth in the final days, to re-calibrate sunlight from times past, according to the super computers buried under the continent of the former Antartic. This was interesting technology. Instead of utilizing lasers to generate heat, lasers were used to bend time and re-assemble, and beam the energy of the sun back into earth from old time periods where the sun was optimal. It was a rather complex affair, so we wont get into it right now, but it is relevant later, so it will come up again at some point in a later part of this tale.
—- to be continued, leaving earth, and other concepts in this chapter are not visited yet, like the selection process, and the qualification process.
**Morality, etc.** —- It was a weird time for everyone still alive.
Enter Nebulon One, the legal center of Proximal Century. It was once not here, but we will get to that later, as it is not appropriate to discuss just yet.
The ruling class guides the general formation of society through the laws set out by the council of thirteen, which represents each of the ruling families.
-— I think I started this off wrong, it should start with a scene where a character does something, otherwise it may sound like a textbook.. :D
Nebulon One was a bustling centre of both commerce, legal magistrate, and all manner of this sort of thing. Now mind you, things were a bit different on Nebulon One. Because of the advanced plasma technology, nobody could lie- and money was effectively only useful in trade agreements, and was not required for day to day proceedings, since all knowledge was available to all. There was no competition, anywhere in the sense that one vied for a job over another. What the crap are you writing? Start this chapter entirely over.
Nexulon-5 was at the edge of the Proximal Century System. They were traders and merchants, a bit of like pirates, if that helps you visualize things a bit. They were mostly honest, but dealt in merchandise that was cobbled togethe and re-assembled largely from space wreckages they found along their long journeys between the Proximal Century Government Center at Nebulon-One and the Galactic Center- The Core Reactor, as it were.
The core reactor was an element of the old solar lensing array, once referred to as “the solar grid.” It was responsible for a large number of life support functions for crews headed out past the proximal century system, and was rather antiquated by modern space standards, but just like the ISS of old on the earthen days, it was still relevant and still quite useful. The reactor was built of a solid plasmatic design, utilizing noble gasses to generate nuclear fission reactions, much like the sun the people on earth once knew and loved so dearly. The design was actually one of Zev’s great grandfather, and little did Zev or even Zev’s father know, that plan had began in the time period previously known as the “1930’s.”
Time as we have mentioned before was not kept in the same way as on the earth in the distant past, it was rather instead kept in terms of distance it took to get from the galactic core to the different star systems. This is one of the ways the core was still highly relevant. The galactic core was mostly a waypoint, a marker, a place to stop and get some fission units into ones ship, and to re-charge the water and other life support systems on the various ships that went through here in this region. It was rather funny that it looked so modern, given that it had been designed nearly 200 years before the people that are talked about in this story were to use it, in “earth years.”
In solar and space years, it was very new, because things much like “bitcoin to dollar” looked small and had many decimal points, to account for the large distances travelled in space. This was decided to be easier than using conversion units and the like, and it was a bit funny at first to adjust to while reading a map, but it was ultimately much easier in the end to understand and utilize as a system to get from there to here or here to there. Once you adjusted to it.
The funniest thing about it all was that really when you took all things into consideration, it was probably a much better system than the gregorian calendar ever was, and it was a bit easier on paper because it dealt with a present and currently relatable object, rather than the death of a historical religious figure. There was less time to take into account, and time was based on as mentioned the distance from the core to a planet or star system, rather than the distance in years to the time of birth of the man known as Jesus Christ- back on earth in the olden days before the breakaway decision. This was a bit odd, at first, but it got easier.
Zev told me a story once about his first visit to the pirate colony, and it was rather entertaining so I will relate it to you here now through his words.
Zev and I were again playing a game of chess, one of the few things that stuck around in terms of recreation from earth. It was a fun game and it was a game that we both knew well. We are done writing for now.
Zev was a lot like you or I, except he lived on Galaxion-2, which is Proximal Century’s version of Russia, more or less.
He came from a small village hamlet, which for all intents and purposes was small by Proxima standards.
The people there were kind, and they were mostly galactic traders, and crafts people, specializing in rare and precious metals, gems, and leather-work. Or, what you would consider leather work in these parts.
More-so, to be accurate- plasma work. They were masters of the aesthetic fields, as they had built upon Russian work that happened back on earth in secret labs, mostly in Siberia, buried inside of mountains, underground.
The types of things these folks were able to do would really warp your mind, for example, when I met Zev, he was holding a glowing blue ball in his hand, in which he was able to tell a great number of things.
Back on earth, he said in the distant and parallel past, they considered this having access to something called the Akash, or Akashic Records.
For the uninitiated earthlings, the Akashic records are a density, and in specificity, they are more so a location..
A place where you can get yourself to, but they are not a physical location, even though they exist tangibly, you can’t really see them, with the naked eye, unless you have special training.
The Akashic records back on earth, contain a vibrational field that once a seer or viewer is able to decode...
They contain and contained essentially everything that is happening on earth, or to be real specific, anywhere – and from all time, and recorded history as well, as the lost and long forgotten pre-history for that matter.
This “hall of records,” as some called it on earth, is something that if you look in the right places, you may find a few things about.
They are however, a very real thing, and even on Galaxion-2, the tales of the distant past of a life without access to the records, was the stuff of folklore, myth; – and some legend.
Zev wanted to share with me this blue ball, and asked me what I thought of it before he told me what it was. Being a regular earthling, transported away to his home colony in the Proximal System, I asked him if it was some sort of magical crystal ball.
He laughed and exclaimed,
_“Ya Bolita, Najaboo!”
...In a typical dialect of specialized Kruger, which was a nearby large town that formed largely the morass of space culture, in his home area, which was as we mentioned a smaller village.
This meant, “Yes, boy oh boy! Of course; You kind hearted fool!”
He then began to explain to me that he could not only see anything with this device, but he could accurately predict everything on other planets too.
He went on to explain that with this kind of technology, there was literally no reason for competition on Galaxion-2, because well- it kind of made things like money irrelevant.
On Galaxion-2, the currency was deed based, and it could be thought of in the direct sense that it was both socially motivated, and altruistically motivated...
Depending on who you were dealing with, and you can believe status went along with this too.
For example, a person on Glaxion-2 may post something they just did, like help an older lady who cannot see or walk as she did in her youth, across the Milky Way.
This sounds ridiculous, but the main transit hub was located there, on a nearby star, Sirius B, which was quite a few parsecs away from earth’s orbit.
You see, space is vast, and out there, the hyperdrive technology was the way to travel. If you could not pilot your own craft, you had a driver, much like in Europe or the Middle East back on earth.
Hyperdrive technology was originally designed by the break-away civilization, which started again with the Russians, and the Germans, actually – not the Americans, but that’s a bit complicated.
The Russians got it first, then the Germans, and then the Americans stole it from the Germans, and then the Russians decided it was best to work with both nations, as they all reported back to the mighty Uhnibon, anyway.
The Unibon for all intents and purposes could be thought of as well, lets just say there are a lot of rare books buried there, from the few thousand years on earth which is referenced by the Gregorian earth calendar, and some ancient stone tablets that were stolen and frittered away under the guise of a great many memorable earth wars, in the 1900’s to 2020’s.
The last of which, resulted in a great number of earthlings taking an injection, which to their behest, was supposed to be able to prevent them from contracting a deadly incurable disease which came from bats, which didn’t seem to actually be killing anyone. But at the same time, was there, everywhere.
It had gotten pretty bad on earth, in those days. People were wearing facial protective coverings in their own back yards, inside their motor vehicle transporters, inside of public spaces, and were not allowed to enter a public building that was enclosed, without one of these things.
Bad science, all of it. But that was what the war was fought over, in part. The war was not a typical one with a massive onslaught of guns and knives, sides and national alliances, but rather it was a quiet war, a mental one.
The war was for the consciousness of those earthlings who lived during this time period, and it was pretty severe in the implications of it, save those who were conscious enough to quietly avoid the issue entirely.
Those folks, kept mostly to themselves, and didn’t bother anyone, but did wear the face covering, in enclosed public spaces, out of wishing to remain anonymous and hide in plain sight. Some called it a puppy mask, some called it a solar protector, some called it by other names.
Meanwhile, every single earthling who knew better knew that they needed to shut the hell up, or else they would cause trouble, because invariably one of those poor deluded souls at the time that watched this thing that was referred to as “the news,” was literally brainwashed into putting this thing on at all times, and huffing their own exhaust fumes.
They didn’t have “the news,” on Proximal Century, or on Galaxion-2; They had no need for such a thing.
Everyone on these planets was able to directly interface with each-other via a brain link which was actually as old as time itself, but a great many of the less evolved Centurians credited “Eldron Tusk,” who at the turn of the 21st century on earth, was hailed as a great inventor...
Thus, hailed as innovator in many ways, however he was just another meat puppet administrator pushing for the agenda of the breakaway progenitors..
The administrators of earth had other plans for all those people, they were to be turned into batteries, of a sort- to wirelessly siphon the build out on Europa, and on some of the Martian moons. This seems a bit far fetched, but it actually happened!
It all began with the injection, which contained special nano-robotics, that enabled them to utilize a gradual lengthening of brain synapses, until the human affected was entirely out of neurological phase lock, and then the calcium channels in their soft matter..
Yes. the brain tissue, which was readily filled with heavy metals from consumption of poisoned food, beverages, but mostly personal care products like deodorant and toothpaste, and microwaving Tupperware containers.
What’s a microwave, you ask? Good question...
You see on earth people were trained for a few hundred years to be impatient, and to expect everything immediately, and this was no accident.
The reason being that the microwave was designed to articulate the blood plasma, and the heavy metals inside it from these terrible foods, in a most unique way.
It was designed to assemble the plasma in such a way that it was entrained, or trained like a dog is trained to poop in the yard and not in the house – but it was designed such that the brain would then begin to respond differently to invisible frequency waves pumped through the air at different times of the day.
There were other wave frequencies pushed into the air on the weekends, and people had began in the earthlings 1960’s to be injected with the beginnings of this- which was some special combination of moth genes, and algal blooms, that were particularly receptive to blue frequency wave length light.
Especially, the kind that comes from computer screens, tablets, phones and the such. This is stranger than fiction, but it is fiction! And this is what Zev began to tell me over a game of chess, one of the few earth customs that made it out onto Proximal Century.
He explained to me that back on earth, chess was a game not appreciated by that many people, but out in the colonies, it was pretty unique- because it represented a pinnacle of human consciousness at the time, even though it was a very old game by earth standards indeed.
It was such that, even if you could read someone’s mind, they still may do something different on the board, because of the dynamic combination of pieces, and holographic mental cloaking technologies that some players used.
You see, there was a way to cloak ones thoughts, on earth they called it “encryption, or quantum holography.”
Most earthlings never got the chance to understand that all of their “high technology,” was actually modeled directly after their own latent biology.
This would perhaps explain a great number of things to those properly learned and initiated, Zev went on to explain.
Zev was fascinating, and he was my first contact on Galaxion-2, and in the Proximal Century System.
This is the end of Chapter 1, Please continue on to Chapter 4, “Meet Lara.”
Lara was a rather curious woman. If you would like to say woman. On Nebulon one, there were several genders. There were men and women, and there were other hybrid creatures as well, slightly more exotic. Not unlike the earth of the past. There were folks with mixed parts, and this was totally accepted there, they were remnants of genetic experiments that had gone on on earth, in the times past. There had been several breakaway groups who were conducting experiments before things had gotten serious, and the outbreak had occurred.
The outbreak was something people on earth had remembered, and was something specially weird, because it was caused by things that had gone underway in the secret labs, they had aimed to create the perfect species of human, devoid of any flaws and able to mate with anyone, on any planet. The folks with multiple genders had taken a liking to mating with whomever they pleased, and this was given wide latitude on Nebulon One, because there was no need for rules around this. Folks did as they pleased, and married who they wished, lived with whom they fancied, and enjoyed a nice life there, accepting and open, in all regards.
Remember, there was no lying on the planet, due to the highly advanced plasma technology. Everyone knew what everyone else was thinking, as thus- a moral high ground was established nearly immediately when this technology was unrolled and adopted by the citizens on Glaxion-2 and in the nearby star systems where it was employed, it gave an unparalled advantage in trade agreements and other such things. Nobody in the Proximal Century star system could double cross a citizen from Galaxion-2. Nobody.
## Lara was the woman that Zev was rather fond of, you see- and it was a bit funny because they had grown up together, and they were quite aqainted, in every which way. They had played doctor together when they were young, they had gone to the lakes on nearby planets together during school excursions, and so on..
#### They had even taken the time to eat together at lunch and recess, even after they had given up high school and entered into the Galactic Trade Union, or the GTU, in order to learn highly advanced technologies that would enable them to work on any planet or star system in the nearby area to Proximal Century, or the nearby asteriod belt.
Lara was quite beautiful, by earth standards. She had long flowing brown blonde hair, and green blue eyes, which sparkled when the moons of Glaxion-2 hung over head. There were several reasons for this, and it was primarly because she was of noble lineage, in the sense that her parents were some of the folks that helped found the colony.
Back in the breakaway times, and the beginning of the colonial establishment, Lara and her parents had founded the earliest schools and her father- Sami, had lead the charge for technology in the schools, and was a top scientist in the colonial government. In the beginning, the colony had fancied the idea among some of the initial founders, to begin from scratch genetically, by not brining forth any advanced technology from the previous occupied planets or regions.
This had all changed when Sami had come on board the team, as he had reasoned with the council insofar as to point out that these were some of the things that made their respective planets unique, and really they should start off with the best of the best, from each area of the solar system, as to form a super planet. Galaxion-2 and Proximal Century certainly were.
> The reason they had so many different cool things, wait lets get back to Lara. Expand this section as chapter 4. “The Tech.” (Reference the MK book for a few interesting things to put in this chapter.)
The main thing about Lara that was different than most other folks in the age group that Zev was in, would have to have been how she laughed, and would find the most unique ways to solve problems. Zev was explaining to me over another game of chess, how back on their primary planet, before moving to Galaxion-2, Lara and several school mates had gone on a camping trip to a nearby moon of Jupiter, and had fallen upon bad weather, and the girl who was supposed to have brought the supplies, failed to do so, and among other things, it was rather odd because it was an official school trip, but not only that, it was the girl with all the supplies that didn’t show up. Lara did the unexpected thing, and saved the day.
Every single thing she did was magic, as it would be said by Zev, and you will understand this a bit later. The moons of Jupiter had unhospitable weather, and Lara had fashioned an immediate underground shelter for her and her friends, and dug it out with a hypersonic toothbrush she had brought with, along with several pieces of hardened tin, plated on the site with platinum, zircon, and a diamond plasma torch she had also brought with. She literally dug a hole in the surface of the moon, harder than granite or basalt, and did so just in the nick of time.
The weather there was terrible, and just as the last of her schoolmates had entered safely into the shelter, the entire moon was overcome by a ferocious dust storm that lasted for several months, and also it was Lara, who had tele-consulted on her transponder with Zev, to come up with a plan to transport the entire class back to saftey with a device she had 3-d printed out of literally the annals of her mind.
Zev was responsible for the schematics, for you see one of Zev’s special trainings had been in the art of teleportation, of exotic metals and heavy materials, things that were needing to be holographically cloaked. He was able to do things that none of his friends were, as he had spent a long number of years training in solo and with a master on a deserted section of his home village. The master had taught him much, but Zev had really taken to the Akash, and was a master in his own right. He was able to do more with it than most other citizens, or people his age, or even much older than he.
Once back on Galaxion-2, Lara had received an accomodaton from her school for her bravery and utter genius, and it was well deserved.
Lara and Zev had never formally dated, although they could read eachothers minds at any given moment, they both knew that one day they would end up together. Not so much in the traditional earth sense of being bound by a legal contract, and mostly miserable, but in the sense that they literally enjoyed doing everything together, and nothing as well.
In the silent times spent side by side, they were utterly content.
That’s more than most people on earth can say about their relationships, or the people they spend time with.
The really interesting thing about the two, is the attraction was mental, they did not feel terribly interested in mating and raising children, but they did understand that when they got to that point, if they did- and they had discussed it- the offspring would recieve onlyl
The documentary 'Once Upon a Time in Venzuela' depicts the troubles a dying Venezuelan village endures.
Documentary maker Anabel Rodríguez Ríos tells the story of the village Congo Mirador. Seven years she visited the village. It used to be surrounded by the water of lake Maracaibo. But that's not the case anymore. The village is silting up, which is a drama for the fishermen who are dependent of the fresh water. Sedimentation brings also rats and other pests, and undermines the hygiene in the village. And the nearby oil industry kills the fish population.
The village people are unhappy, and leaving.
Politics Beside the environmental problems, Congo Mirador has also its part of colorful village politics. The Chavistas are trying to rescue the village and win the election. Maybe they want the best for the village (and themselves...), but they use very dubious practices. Votes are being bought, promises are made but not kept, and opposition people are chased away.
Rodríguez Ríos isn't drawing a rosy picture of the heirs of the Bolivarian revolution initiated by Hugo Chavez.
The documentary is beautiful. The scenery is gorgeous. The people captivating. And the filmography is stunning. Moreover, there's a story worth watching.
I have a (book) shopping addiction. I don't mind though, but it is starting to feel embarrassing. How do I explain all of these packages to my neighbors and family? Help (or not)!
from ego echo
Vandaag is de opa die ik zelf niet heb gekend jarig. Hij zou een lieve man zijn geweest en dat geloof ik zomaar.
Ik kan me herinneren dat ik als kind een keer erg moest huilen toen ik besefte dat ik ´die lieve opa´ nooit mee zou maken. Hij was ruim voor ik werd geboren al te vinden op het – laat ik het, omdat ook hij bij NS werkte, in spoorwegtaal zeggen – eindstation. Maar ja, ik huilde net zo erg toen ik doorhad dat sinterklaas niet bestond. Waarschijnlijk is kinderverdriet niet enorm genuanceerd.
Toch blijft het een fascinerend iets, het leven dat er voor je was. Daarom klim ik af en toe eens in mijn stamboom. Dan kom ik mensen en namen tegen die mij in amper twee minuten een hele andere wereld laten zien.
Misschien moeten meer mensen hun wortels wat vaker nagaan. Het is verhelderend omdat de conclusie is dat alles en iedereen familie van elkaar is. Ja, het kan nog gekker: als je heel ver teruggaat blijken we gewoon sterrenstof te zijn. Maar laat ik niet teveel doordraven. Kortom, we zijn allemaal familie. Hiermee trap ik een enorme open deur in. Wat ik trouwens laatst nog probeerde bij een automatisch schuifdeur. Dan kun je je ook helemaal het schompes trappen zonder iets te raken. Ja, passanten. En die waarderen dat gek genoeg niet.
Wat ik maar wil zeggen is dat we allemaal op een of andere manier aan elkaar geknoopt zitten. Beetje benauwend, maar tegelijk iets om toch weer eens bij stil te staan. Dan is er geen enkele reden (los van good old medemenselijkheid) om elkaar niet gewoon welkom te heten op deze wonderlijke plek die bij toeval ontstond. Beetje leuk zijn voor elkaar in plaats van dat geklooi de hele tijd.
Nou opa, ik heb je niet gekend, maar ik ken je bestaan. Blijkbaar is het leven tijdloos, want zoveel jaar later beïnvloed je mijn gedachten. Je moest eens weten.
3 Weeks Sober
I'm three weeks sober today.
I thought I would have been miraculously transformed into a better friend a better employee a better colleague a better daughter a better sister a better mother a better neighbor a better human.
But I'm still just me.
Only with a little more clarity regarding my shortcomings.