Self-organization...

Problem is competition...
Fewer guidelines increases the risk of runaway cycles.
There needs to be system to adjust competition in accordance with the timing of the cycles.
It’s like making sure you don’t splash the water out of the tub.
Rock in an appropriate frequency, all together and you can either exacerbate the wave, or you can run interference patterns to eliminate super waves.
The same principle may be used to build structures of immense size and complexity (the pyramids, the cathedrals, NYC, all built by human hands). These were groups of individuals all rocking at the resonance frequency of their surroundings.
Rock’n roll...
It’s all about rockin and rollin.
Always has been,
Always will be.
That thing about nonlinear dynamics and complexity?
That’s what makes you able to find the line to sail to avoid getting killed by those giant waves.
You have to ride the waves while at the same time feeling them to know how much your own head’s getting rearranged. This is real-time data surfing. That’s why I’m building this tool – so that the kids will have a different surfboard to surf bigger and badder waves. They’ll take these ships places I can’t even dream.

The Surfer:
I surf on waves of knowledge,
Carving tilted arcs,
Through Deep Blue,
Spiritual breaks,
Scientific microsampling,
Fast fourier transforms
On a sea of wavelet theories
Complex fluid dynamics
Resonance frequencies
Harmonic modulations
Countrapuntal motifs
Transmutations
Signal transductions
Transcriptions
Deciphered codes
Across every scale of time
Multidimensional equilibrium
Sublimation from form to meaning
Meaning to message
Message to form
Translation
From matter to energy
And back again
A back-propagating Mandelbrot equation
A self-organizing magician’s cape
Multimodal evolution
Cognitive elevation
Psychosocial telemetry
Isometric telepathy
Tetrahedral polymath
Brownian dialectic
Unilateral symmetry
Absolute uncertainty
Creative entropy
Electromagnetic lithograph
Ultraviolet bioluminescence
Phenylethylamine synergy
Psylocybin symphony
Lycergic Acid Diethylamide
Methylenedioxymethamphetamine
3 - 4 - 5
Trimenthoxyphenethylamine
Dimethyltryptamine
Quantum incoherence
Microcosmic astrofoam
Temporal parietal radial junction
Synesthetic triatholon
Parasympathetic mashup
Paleolithic pathology
Sabre Tooth Tiger penants
Fibonacci series champions
Aerobatic acronauts
Endophillic Ectoplasts
Epistemoloxical paradogs
Pallindromic dendrograms
Allospheric aeternitas
Scale-free and bluetoothless
Holographic heliskiing
Lenticular stereoscopic compression ratio
Centrifugal taskforce field football
Osmolalopalloozerrificaciousterilendrologiquaciougram
Diabeakotoroccoczneznyizvoyodahuibailaulamagallodobroxkolopolixymethylbibylos
Impromotorollopopperfectionaerodinskazatzictactobogolonomous
Neural Linguistic Party Favours
Arachnodactylaxative
Super Mario Maxipad
Dragon-Dropping
Whale-Tagging
Stow-Shopping

[Act I : Scene I]
A middle class house, North America, 1965.
Ethel is calmly reading the newspaper sitting down at the kitchen table.
She's dressed stylishly yet casually in a way that defies all trends....
Classic Channel chic with fuzzy slippers and curlers.
She's been hangin with the beat poets, kicked around a few painters, stomped on a few pretty boys. A guy who's been involved saving Buddhist monks from Tibet wants to marry her when he comes back. She'd read the mystics, the sufis, the shamans. She'd read Blake, Shelley, Yeats and Frost. She'd danced swing and hop and jittered with the best of them. She followed modern art, from Picasso to Pollock to Warhol. Iconoclastic. Visionary. A bridge between worlds. Diplomat between cultures.
Somehow she married Frank.
Frank bursts into the kitchen holding a newspaper.
He's so unstylish, it's stylish.

Frank: Honey! Guess what?

Ethel: What?

Frank: I Sold the House!

Ethel: You WHAT???

Frank: I SOLD the House! You wanna know what for???

Ethel: What?

Frank: A Story!!!

Ethel: A WHATT????

Frank: Oh this one’s a good one!!!!!

Ethel: You… you…

"Art"

The myth of the artist as an individual that effects change by dramatic interventions, displays of individual talent. As opposed to death of the artist, I posit that the artist never existed in the first place. The concept of the individual as separate from others and his/her environment is false. There is no clear delimiting line. Ideas flow in and out of us like sunlight, sound, molecules of air, food, water. In this world where we are fundamentally alone in the sense that we can never really know what another experiences, nor they us, hermetic solitude is an impossibility. This laboratory of life takes place in relation to others (funny how Thomas Merton wrote the same thing while at the same time living a life of solitude). Follow your own process, the one made available to you by this world.

"Reality"

The opportunities for altered perception are everywhere. There is really no need for drugs. “Reality” is already stranger than we can imagine (Einstein, Robin Williams). The mysteries of this experience we call life are so great that they make our human scientific understanding appear feeble in comparison. All we can do is be kind to each other, respect ourselves and each other, love ourselves and one another, pray for everybody and everything. All this effort poured into war is wasted energy. Fighting is purposeless. Anger is an emotion that must be allowed to be seen, visualized, felt in order to be understood and allowed to dissipate. Sadness has great potential as a unifying force, a portal or conduit for empathy to flow, for confirming we are all one. Joy and surprise are dances, fear a constriction, a narrowing of focus, of reduced possibilities due to an imagination that chooses one path over all others. This is why fears are self-fulfilling.

Paintings

I am on the train right now, thinking about the equivalence of sound, light, movement...like a painting, or a dance, or a fugue. All information.
We are all information processing units.
Trick is to pass the message along as freely as possible...

:)

Conscious companies?

On the concept of conscious companies

Prosperty. Success. Value. Cost. Expense. Gain. Loss. Prosperity seems coupled with the concept of expense to someone else; one person sells a stock, another buys. If it goes up, the person who sold has lost. If it goes down, the person who bought loses. Companies prosper if they pay workers less, or lay them off. Resources are taken from the environment at the expense of the earth. The concept of value and cost are synonymous in modern society. Is this really the case? I eat causes the death of some other being (plant or animal). In one round of digestion, millions of bacteria live and die. An ecosystem forms within each of our digestive tracts. When we die we become food for worms, carion eaters, and are consistently eaten alive (by parasites, sometimes predators and hungry girlfriends). Whether or not we like it, we are part of an ecosystem and we in turn are composed of ecosystems. So we arrive at this concept called the economy and the companies which form it. Is this really an evolutionary or ecological system? There is nothing that anchors the concept of value (as reflected in the price of a stock) to the larger ecosystem that we are part of it. The economy as we know it is a strictly anthropocentric creation with motives concerned entirely with a small portion of the human experience – accumulating a numerical abundance of currency. Whether or not this currency reflects any value in the broader system is an entirely ignored by our current system. It’s like putting on blinders every day we get up in order to go to work. The companies that employ us have no incentive in our current economic system to have any regard with respect to the environment that supports us. I can hear a friend saying: yeah but if all of us asked questions like this, maybe nothing would ever get done. This may be true. In all this doing, what is it that we are really doing? You?

Welcome

This blog is intended as an open work in progress. It started as a conversation between friends. We'll be covering a range a topics here in no particular order. Entries can be thoughts, poems, songs, sketches, photos, compositions, bites...anything that can be sketched out in a short amount of time (~15 minutes, one sitting). Feel free to submit yours. Naturally it won't be perfect, and that's what makes it great. I hope you find it as interesting as I do.