Wednesday, December 19, 2007

Money in America

With all the craziness of the markets and with the Fed and EC pumping literally trillions of dollars or euros or pounds into the system it is time to review what money is again and how our country is so ignorant of money.

Well to help you understand I direct you to this fine essay, "At the mercy of the debt merchants." Also remember to vote for Ron Paul if you get the least bit annoyed after reading that essay.

Wednesday, November 14, 2007

The Babylometer

The cause of all anxiety in modern society.

As some of you may or may not know, I usually go to the National Rainbow Gathering of the Children of the Light, commonly reffered to as the Rainbow Gathering, or for those in the light, The Gathering. As usual I learn something at each gathering that strikes me profound and this year was no exception.

Held in the beautiful Ozark Mountains of Arkansas, this year's general theme was rain. It rained and it rained until finally one day it poured. A dry creek turned into a raging stream overnight. Clay trails turned to mud that became hungry for a loose sandal. 

This year I was sitting under some tarp out of the rain and listening to a brother when he mentioned the word "babylometer" in one of his remarks. I never heard the term before so I inquired.

What's a babylometer?

What is a Babylometer you ask? Before I quickly answer let me give you a bit of the etymology of the word via the oral tradition of the Rainbow family.

When you are inside the Gathering, which is held deep in a national forest, you are cut off from cell signals, electricity, bathrooms... in other words, completely cut off from the grid. Uniquely enough, there is no money exchanged at the gathering. It is all out of love. So for one week you live this ideal where all food is miraculously provided while everyone works together to cook, cut, play, teach, poop, clean, learn, and grow. And to share pure spiritual love with each other while praying for peace and enlightenment.

Occassionaly there is a need to go "outside" the gathering into "babylon" to get some supplies. Hence the term bablyon. When applied with the word chronometer we come up with a word for babylon's clock, the "babylometer".

And you thought I was kidding when I said profound!

The babylometer is the beginning of machine consciouness manifesting itself through human endeavor. Before the babylometer man was ruled by the rhythms of God and nature. 

These rhythms are much more analog, never perfect, always ebbing and flowing. The babylometer, on the other hand is precise, never ending, incessent, pounding, demanding obedience, and tireless. 

From this simple device the machine was born. Everything we do today obeys this babylometer. It is even the cause of the speed of light to be limited. It is the one device to rule above all other and that includes man. And we are so eager to accept its mastery over us. 

Could the babylometer be the cause of western pychosis? Why is everyone depressed? Why do we need and sell some many anti-depressents, sleep aids, power aids? Could it be that our anxiety stems from the incessent ticking of the clock? Its ticking, nicking, clawing, chiming, buzzing and blaring sounds are the cries of our soul as its gets worn down by the gears of this machine.

Everyday at 9, 8, 6, in an hour, when?, how long? race the clock, faster, no time to rest, it is Monday, it is 8, it is bus, it is car, it is time, tick, time, tock..... 

It never ends!

What is a human to do? 

Could we actually live in a world without a babylometer? Live by the rhythms of light, temperature, age, family, and relationships?

I don't know, but let's meet at dark thirty to get consensus on it. 


Thursday, July 26, 2007

The Internet States of America

It's coming! Due to my conviction that our founding fathers were brilliant, I will be launching a new political social network that will set the new standard for a new true blue democracy to come.
I haven't been posting much. I have been very busy developing my companies and clients grow their business. Not to toot our horn too loudly, but has been racking up some nice business successes. 
Our accomplishments include:
  • Implementing a CMS (Joomla) driven a on-line newspaper while consulting and improving their workflow.
  • Adding new modules, including email notifications, to Three Olive Solutions innovative Portfolio Intelligence product.
  • Finished up a custom web application for an SEO company to manage their campaigns, websites, directories and more.
  • Maintained and managed product web sites, email campaigns and more for one of the tradeshow industry's most innovative manufacturer, Orbus Inc.
And we have been plotting, planning and legislating a new social network website. It will be called The Internet States of America . Com.

Stay tuned for the upcoming beta period where Citizenship will be free for a year!

Saturday, February 03, 2007

A Clean Slate - Man am I lucky.

Wow. I have just been afforded an opportunity of a lifetime that very few will experience. I have had everything I created, collected, designed, published, earned and shared completely wiped away. One day life was normal and the next day, different.
You see, I am in what you would call Information Technologies. I have been in this business for over twenty years. This led me to having a nice practice designing, developing, hosting, and marketing all sorts of solutions, both creative and technical, for myself and for my clients. These solutions evolved from early applications on Apple IIs and IBM PCs to fully scalable applications running major businesses. All of this was stored on multiple servers, backed up nicely to each other and on redundent disks. Servers came and went, system installs here and there, yet nary a bit was lost.

One night I was filling in for one of my workers at my little dry cleaners shop. Don't ask! Anyway, right before closing a police offer walks in to inquire about having his vest sewed. He seemed personable enough and when he saw my computer, a nice shiny PowerBook and a guitar, his detective instincts kicked in. Sure enough he started asking me all sorts of questions. Before I closed shop we had discussed Apple, music, 9/11, a major case, and finally politics. He then requested that I run for Alderman in Chicago. I jumped at the opportunity. I have been asked many a time to run for office. Now was that time. I could hardly sleep or contain myself that night. I can make a difference. I can win this thing.

Well that next morning I awoke to find my email not responding, and my website down? Hmmm, what could this be? Damn CIHOST is constantly bouncing their network in their Chicago datacenter. Will they every get their power problems recticified?
Next thing you know I was on the phone with one of my larger clients and he was joking about my servers getting stolen. Well little did I know how prophetic he turned out to be. What is it they say? "Many a truth is said in jest?" Shakespere.... right?

Well in fact, that night. The night after my meeting with Mr. Jackson, the police offer. The night I so graciously accepted his request to run for office. Well that night all my servers were stolen. Stolen from a secure, co-location facility in downtown Chicago. Stolen! I mean gone! I was crushed. I was doomed. I was freaking doomed. Oh Sh..... my offsite backups? fff....ffff...fff.ffkkkk... All my backups where on the different servers! I am freaking doomed (IAFD).

What was that about the Chinese for crisis?

So I started to run for office and I mean run. I was going to be the best damn Alderman the City of Chicago ever had. I was going to transform the 24th Ward. Yes sirree. This was ordained. This was a run for G-d! I was a shoe-in! And run I did. I ran straight into a brick wall called Chicago politics. Crushed and spit out as the rookie I was.

Ok, so maybe it wasn't ordained. All my walks through the ward were just some self-delusional moment of manic insanity. Ok fair enough, let me go crawl into my hole for month ok? I finally understood the term "licking ones' wounds". Nothing like experience to really be a good teacher.

Well, where was I? Oh yes a clean slate. Then, I remembered my previous bout with delusional dreams of greatness... my game! Yes my game! Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes... my game. Time to do my game. I do have a clean slate. Mmmmm, the feel of the wind as I walk through life in a dream again. My star eyes back for another look. Oh yea, this is feeling good.