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on proper complaining

ok, so everyone complains on twitter.  not really, but in their own way, isn’t that what any of this is?  my voice ought to be heard.  for most of us it’s merely an escape from the world of lies, the car/lawn/critic/bullies.  fuck.  i’m not one of the worst offenders of social fascism, i’m the absolute worst.  in both senses.  in all senses.

so, who doesn’t complain?  those who have customers and are getting paid to do what they’re doing.  people who escape jobs to tweet, i am jealous only of your ability to navigate socially, though from the sound of it, you barely do.  what the fuck is it going to take for you to step back, circle the wagons for really real, and start farming with me.  no, you want to hook yourself up with a lazy farmer.  the life process is infinitely more complex than rocket science.  it’s the most hackable (as in, helping it find new pathways) thing there is.  dirt particles.  various shaped meatbots.  temperature differentials.  tubes.  thermometers and switches.  nightly music performances.  and daily, whatever.  the land will put food on the table and pay for itself.  our living structures will work in cooperation with the forest, animals, wind, rain, and humans.  they will teach anyone who enters the most efficient means of preserving the most nutrients possible.  in most cases, this means, as soon as you remove that fruit/leaf/stalk from the plant, you eat it.  there are no chemicals to wash off of it.  see those flowers right there.  and those bird and bee and wasp houses right there?  and those chickens and ducks right there?  those bugs are converted to food for our use through this system.  those chemicals take a while to dissipate, and while they’re around, they get on us, and into us through the food.  no, chemicals like that are not used here at all. ever.

the water that hits the house is mostly to auto-water the planters in the house.  the design of the exterior is such that it manages its own water.  yeah, we don’t really do anything.  we get plenty of rain in this region.  no, we automate “jobs” that are life-preserving processes, like breathing and heartbeat.  we, as humans, have far more productive things to be doing, more fun things to be doing, than watering plants other than systematically.  useful design accomplishes the task.  no.  some of you disagree.  i know.  look, i’m struggling with my newly found worthlessness.  only, like always.  you’ll be amazed at how many things we can find to do that are ultimately beneficial to all of us.  yes, over-power one project which has an excess of land/space/roof-area, and you’ve got a food/shop/rainwater generator for all within, what?  a pretty far region, actually.  if we have green propulsion, or when someone finally builds my gravity-powered water tank on wheels.  propulsion comes from the kinetic potential of the water itself.  test its range with a full tank.  use the attached bike pump to “refuel” if you run out.  human input.  you’ve turned yourself into a power plant by joining up here.  an actual workhorse, if that’s what suits you.  we have an excess of projects, too.  so, if you’re an over-worker like me, we can put that to use for something that will eventually benefit all of us, if it doesn’t already.  and you know what?  if that’s not your thing, we still have plenty of ways that your ability to interact with cash-based society is worthwhile.  think of yourself as a scout.  not the remote controlled plane and car that monitor conditions for the aethership, but those quick nimble little soldiers who gather intel and report back to the mothership.  tweet tweet.  hang on, i’m texting my mother.  no, that’s what you tell someone as you’re reporting discarded assets, job openings, or social potential.  spies lie.  a scout, well scouts probably got killed, maybe a lot.  i don’t know.  i’ve never been in war, and somehow movies can’t possibly explain all that is involved in the process.  there are other definitions of scout, too.  cub scout?  happy campers.

so, we’re scouts now?  i thought we were participators.  and i thought we were sibs.  sibs was the name for the database.  how are we not still participators?  all of these terms can be used in their proper context.  roles overlap by preference and ability, not by physical stature, skin shade, hairstyle, or physical accoutrement.

i need a monkey on my back.  like a dog or a kid.  that would give me a reason to live, because, so far, the people i’ve run across, they only look at me with scorn and confusion.  i wonder why that is.  you get what you give, kiddo.  i can’t help my response to your world.  if i am causing harm, please tell me who it is that i am harming, and how.

I am not drawn anywhere.  it meditates today.  structural unsustainability.  one more task.

12:23 PM.  breakfast break.

or not.  i go downstairs, mention that i’m getting coffee, and the old man gets up from his office (which is directly outside my bedroom door rather than in the actual room he set aside downstairs which is full of his files) chair and follows me down to go fuck around in the kitchen.  he always does this.  he can’t wait until i’m done, which only takes 3 seconds.  i need food.  i hate having to go near that fascist asshole in order to get food.  that’s how child abuse works, folks.  fascist imposition of inferior diet, “cuz i said so.”  it allows him to not listen to me ever, too.  too many ideas.  too little action.  i need a fucking abuse shelter for a few months.  then maybe i’ll be able to move.  weakling.  suck up your torturous isolation by those who claim to love you.  they are incapable of love.  abusive co-dependence is all any of them have ever known.  and?  how am i any different?  other than the fact that you’re your own worst tyrant?  uhh, yeah.

coffee first?  then food?  how else does a completely intolerable person survive?  hit the road.  hop from one place to the next until they finally find a landing patch of dirt to start scraping with a shovel.  the completely intolerable is your assessment.  i find myself a constant delight to work with.  unless you have those sacred cows.  then we’re both fucked.

i’m putting my effort into finding a single person who understands what i’m doing and why and who has the resources to help me.  or, the person who makes me so happy that i can actually get something accomplished other than screaming at nothing all fucking day.  living in a tiny town full of lawn mowers, chainsaws, and belt sanders, which is right on the brink of forest and field in every direction, is an odd self-torture.  i would move more quickly if i could see where i was going.  they’ll be ripe when you are.

nobody has time.  even the unemployed are watching tv, taking care of kids, and scavenging their own food.  nobody has time to sharpen the saw.

did you design this city?  did you have all that many options when it came to what type of house you could buy, live in, or even build?  then i’m not talking about any action of yours.  your action, dear human, is one of trusting participation with the only option you’re given.  all i’m giving you is another option.  except, with this option, you’re working with your neighbors, not against them.  you work against them for fuel, for jobs, and to maintain your perfect combination of addictive corporate drivel, funneled into (and this terminology is fucking hilarious), a “party” of one of two flavors.  red and blue.  this is nothing but a historic hangover that is severely hampering efforts to actually do something productive with the world.

erim.  http://youtu.be/CUwHImHcSdY stop calling the reasons strange. (the following block-quote is from this video’s description):

Pier Luigi Ighina: http://www.rexresearch.com/ighina/ighina.htm

Dan Winter: http://www.fractalfield.com/superimploder

Fist Fights With Physicists (Video): http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XfUhvmsGHws

Clayton Nolte: http://www.naturalactionwater.com

Twin Opposing Vortexes and Misconceptions of Space (Video): http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=v_PQnsxW56Q

Vortex Basics: http://www.feandft.com/vortex_basics.htm

Walter Russell: http://www.feandft.com

16 Books by Walter Russell: http://www.scribd.com/my_document_collections/2873582

Dr. Keshava Bhat: http://www.feandft.com/Dr.%20Bhat.htm

The Collected Works of Dewey B Larson: http://www.reciprocalsystem.com/dbl

Ed Leedskalnin http://www.Leedskalnin.com http://www.CoralCastleCode.com http://www.Code144.com

Magnetic Current http://www.scribd.com/doc/54815140/Magnetic-Current-by-Ed-Leedskalnin

E.U.M. (Electric Universe Model):

You get what you pay for.

And you pay for what you want.

The people of the world pay for gas, oil, radiation, and the carcinogens that come with it. For war, for company bailouts, etc.

We must Really want all that stuff!

Money spent on war, gas, oil, nukes, bailouts …. $1,864,592,488,503,009,778,021,599 (and rising)

Money spent on Free Energy Technology …. $0

Follow the money as they say.

If they are too big to fail, then we must be too small to succeed.

Rather than dropping another 25 million dollar missile on some poor person’s home in Afghanistan… why not hold off on 1 missile, give that money to people like John Searl, John Bedini, Tom Bearden, Joseph Newman, Andrea Rossi or SOMEONE who will try something new rather than spending BILLIONS of dollars to repeat our actions expecting different results.

We all know Einstein’s famous quote regarding Insanity.

All I’m saying is… if the Pentagon spent $84 million dollars today… why can’t we get 1?

All I’m saying is… if BP oil can make 5.6 BILLION dollar PROFIT after spilling oil in theGulf of Mexico…. Why can’t we get 1 million?

All I’m saying is… if the Federal Government can print fiat currency notes out of thin air to bail out banks and car companies for BILLIONS of dollars… why can’t they just print some more out so WE can have some too?

If free energy technologies were given equal funding to NASA or CERN, we would feed the world rather than bomb the world.

You get what you pay for.

So… what are YOUR tax dollars doing these days?

http://lifehacker.com/5829142/ease-into-barefoot-running-with-foot+strengthening-exercises-and-a-lacrosse-ball

indescribable is not the same as strange.  quit having to describe everything!  let them happen.  we can optimize their happening.  do we not, collectively, want to accomplish this task as efficiently as possible?  don’t you want to be connected to as many people as possible?  the goal is all.  yes, every last human.  voluntarily participating, for their own personal benefit and the greater good.  and every other ethical and moral reason you could ever want to heap on it after the fact.  blah blah, i’ll be off passionately making love to my harem, if this reality ever allows me that, and overseeing, encouraging, and co-operatively connecting a vast diversity of experts.  you all have analogies that are useful to each other.  we transmit the intelligence in subtones, and once the pull of the proper direction is realized, the power generated is inescapable.  optimization, optimization, optimization.  i’m not going to work with this system as it is.  it’s a crock.

send me an angel.

so plus is making me think i’ll be excluded of relevant info.  perhaps not.  perhaps it will become clear, to those who pay attention, what’s going on.  up in the eggshell.

war is was finished.  then i cleared out all the dead videos, and it’s got lots of space.

i got a strange voicemail from a number i didn’t recognize.  it sounded like a conversation between a kid and his childish father, or an older person.  brother?  i would have to listen to it again.  i may record it, but probably not.  i saved it for some reason.  i always think there are hidden messages in that kind of thing.  maybe the number on my phone would reveal the info.  again, i’m too lazy to care.

i pulled his card, yesterday or a few days ago.  Teaching and Learning.  he posted.  why can i not be working with this inner circle.  clearly you are.  obviously, you do.

the iola holistic wellness center.  it is a cooperatively owned facility which has multi-function rooms, based on need or schedule, for common childcare space, pet sitting/walking, and expansive community shop.  Large-scale cooking operations for neighborhood or group feeds will be the norm.  free classes open to the public on a range of subjects from permaculture design to woodworking to bicycle repair to automotive repair, and a certification program for the use of shop tools.  documentation will be produced in-house, and will be updated wiki-style.  instruction will be clear, concise, and straightforward, and practice/lab work will be the norm.  We could have a big communal space right there, or we could use a church basement somewhere.  eventually, all of the above.  what’s the capacity of each of these kitchens?  how few kitchens can we use to feed the entire population within walking distance?  Could we feed the entire town with one?  Probably not.  Ten?  It would highly depend on the meal itself.  meals.

do you have a solution that fixes all of these problems together?  i haven’t seen one.  well, sure, buckminster fuller and tesla and the other tortured geniuses.  if you worry about funding, nothing will happen.  the people funding you have to want and need it worse than the alternative.  i can assure you only that if you want this to happen as badly as I do, it will happen.  it has to.  i may implode of loneliness and take out the solar system.  don’t test me.

stickers to go on batteries which direct sunlight to a two-directional spiraling pattern.  this guy says batteries are unbalanced (p. 16).  why do i find that easy to believe?

fortune: A man’s best possession is a sympathetic wife.  Lucky # 2, 6, 10, 18, 22, 50

glad i’m not a man, nor do i believe in possessing human beings. that’s just disturbing.  there has to be a better translation of that.  perhaps not.  whatever.

I’ve barely looked out the window today. no, you walked to the coffee shop and bought coffee.  oh, that.  we have coffee now.  if you don’t drink yourself stupid past 2 AM again, you might actually get something done tomorrow.  *goes to check internet weather*, but the radio beats it to it.  gosh, that makes for clumsy, donnit?

I’m learning about other hermits.  (next day, 11:18 AM) I should have purchased $2500 worth of land in the middle of nowhere instead of this rv.  i need a place to crash.

no, loser, you need a life, or an income, or a benefactor.  how ‘bout a girlfriend?  yeah right.  well, only if she made me feel like a piece of shit and never had sex with me.  oh, come on, your twitter pals can do that.

I’m going to get coffee and see if i can’t write something halfways useful. (chips away at huge backlog of unread feeds instead)

http://detroiturbex.com/content/index.html

http://www.slate.com/id/2301228/pagenum/all/

http://blog.skillshare.com/post/8703391532/why-every-founder-needs-an-apprentice

http://www.betabeat.com/2011/08/08/mybitcoin-spokesman-finally-comes-forward-what-did-you-think-we-did-after-the-hack-we-got-shitfaced/

http://www.readwriteweb.com/archives/london_police_to_arrest_tweeting_looters.php#.TkFd7_IAqj4.hackernews

your ability to communicate is not a right to communication.  it ought to be. it aint.

http://raganwald.posterous.com/youre-probably-going-to-downvote-this-but

http://www.adweek.com/print/133928

http://jinfiesto.posterous.com/a-follow-up-to-how-to-seem-good-at-everything

small-town fascism wastes energy.  the purpose of my black backgrounds is that they require your computer to use less energy to transmit the same data to your brain.  i’m using less of your electricity than google.  fuck your nevers.

can’t i just adopt a kid and be put on public assistance?  a caretaker of some state mental facility/animal rescue/seed saving lab combo?  how many ways must i describe this.  we will be the most powerful “record company” and “movie studio” also, like, immediately.  you won’t know them specifically, but you will recognize their characters from your tv.  only, these people are the kindest people you’ve ever met, and they understand how cruel your tv master has been to you.  there will be none of that here.

part of the reason these guidelines are so strict is to protect all y’all from me.  anything i say should be filtered through at least four different translations before being presented to the “average” small-town-earthling.  this is because a) i am was one of these lazy, fat, poisoned, cruel, condescending, isolated tv-addicted assholes (if i can change, well, that still says nothing about the average socializing herd) and b) if you don’t tone this down, refract/unpack/codify these things so that they me digested at bio-normal pace, you’re gonna git shivved in church by some ice-pick wielding granny who loves some tv anchor.  god bless, what a glorious way to go that would be.  she’d lunge intending to miss, and i’d deflect and optimize the damage.  then, i’d make sure the pick got into some kid’s hands and pretend like i was retaliating, so i could be viciously stabbed to death with an ice pick by a child in the middle of a sunday church service.  i’m just a hero-maker to the world, ain’t i? a stinker.  oh, whatever.  did anyone die in the making of this blog?  how about that german businessman who loved his firms?  your roommates pimped your drugged up ass to that guy in college.  you don’t remember that weekend?  fuck you.  townies, i’m here to provide examples of how badly you need to take drastic steps in the direction i’ve indicated.  i’m here to offer help from a huge group of the friendliest people i’ve ever met to change this world for the better for all of us.  no, you have nothing to worry about from them.  without me, they don’t give a fuck that you exist.  they’ll do fine on their own.  they always have.  but without your help, something i could offer them, i am nothing.  i can count the number of sour acts i’ve committed on one hand, and most of those involve pained words to others.  i can assure you that my failure to apply for jobs, grants, or loans is nowhere near the top of my list of regrets.  if i cannot convince my own family and friends of my commitment to do this, i don’t want disconnected money.  i refuse to take on any additional solo responsibilities as concerns money.  i want to spend all my time moving dirt, planting, picking vegetables, playing with dogs/cats/kids, cooking food, and making sweet sweet love to my partner/s.  do you see “explaining how feeding human beings using trash and dirt to ‘people’ who can only think in terms of dollars” on that list?  no? THAT’S BECAUSE IT’S NOT FUCKING THERE.  look, if you own land, use of a tiny chunk of that land is always something i could trade my hourly credits to you for.  put me on a solo project somewhere where you don’t ever have to speak to me if i’m such a horrible fucking person to communicate with.  this is why i will get only discards of your society.  that’s all i want.  they’re the only ones who understand what i’ve gone through, if even they could.  you haven’t gone through anything, you lazy asshole.  finding tiny excuses to keep oneself alive despite constant bombardment of torture is no way to live.  if people like me don’t have a public means through which to express their desire to move dirt and plant seeds, this whole society is indeed lost.

all ye who keep this land from its logical use, the responsibility for explaining your fascist control is shifting to you.  “the way it’s always been done” is no longer an acceptable excuse, and if you don’t understand the unlimited potential of dirt to produce things that we need and can use right here and now, you better find someone who does and start learning.  or, perhaps you’d rather just wait until they shut off the water and juice and close the stores.  oh, sure, you can still get gas, for $15/gallon.

the retired, the unemployed, parents, kids, and the contractors should all be working together to get the food infrastructure up and running.  the processes are simple and logical and can be implemented on an infinite range of sliding scales.

how is it that i can tipe unlimited streams of shit on days when the weather is beautiful?  you’re staying out of the humans’ way, kiddo.  that’s how you anti-roll.  oh yeah.  this process isn’t working out so well for us, is it?  depends on what measure you use.  the internet people are getting sick of you, but like how you get sick of Howard Stern.  Give me a fucking radio network already.  i’ll broadcast 24/7.  nobody but radio people care about radio.  that’s because radio is just another corporate hate commodity and those people are audio fascists who can drone on filibuster killing any criticism of anything they do.  radio people can be worse than tv people.  especially if you’re looking at them.  then again, sometimes when you are looking at them, they realize how inconsequential they are, and that you don’t provoke an attention deficient elephant.

homesteader seeks isolated property.  hi.  my name istyler.  i own a small rv and a small car.  i would like to set up my home on a patch of land where i can stay for a few years.  in the time i am there, i will build an off-the-grid campsite for anyone to use once I have left.  accompanying that will be a permaculture forest that should support humans and animals for as long as it is allowed to remain.  i have no money, no friends, and no family will be stopping by to visit.  me, my dogs and cats.  and, probably chickens and ducks eventually.  i don’t want this, but if nobody else wants to help me with any of it, i don’t have much of a choice.  the whole purpose of this design was cooperation.

it’s now after 1.  i should go vacuum and powerwash the future homestead

dammit, google reader.  i strongly dislike your 1000+ limit.  you’re a database.  you know how to count.  give me a fucking count!  you add an extra character to display but randomly cut off the data after 3 digits?  that’s fucking evil.

“Headphones at respectable workplaces, if you please.” lol. i ain’t even watch the vid!  my workplace is the opposite of respectable, and don’t tell/suggest me what to do like that.  i listened to the first 43 seconds and the voice hurt my ears.  i’m going to go listen to electric motors instead.  yikes.

i don’t know what it is that i love about the sight of burned-out cars.  I don’t want to prevent people their transport, but it sure could be used a lot better than it is now.

what are you a fucking park ranger now? lol.  why am i not a member over there yet?  i’m not a member of anything.  that’s kind of the point.  independent. contractor.

litsten too ittagin!  i have nothing else to say, for now.

good day,
t

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~ by LazyAssWasteoid on 2011-08-11 (Thursday).

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