I hate it when I go to do something and I completely forget. Its the ADHD. It has to be, because… I dunno it just does.
I was also thinking about how much I used to read. In high school I could shoot through a book a week, no problem. I would read in class, wouldn’t be distracted by anyone (even the teacher talking about god knows what), and at work and pretty much anywhere. I was a reading fiend. Then I got to college and it all kind of changed. Maybe it was the Ritian that kept me on-track. Either way I can’t focus long enough to read a whole page without my mind going some place else. This too isn’t just while I read. Its when I’m writing, when I’m walking, anything.
My mind is always going somewhere, whether I want it to or not.
As from the Times article:
Cosmologists often refer to this possibility as “the ultimate Copernican revolution”: not only are we not at the center of anything; we’re not even made of the same stuff as most of the rest of everything. “We’re just a bit of pollution,” Lawrence M. Krauss, a theorist at Case Western Reserve, said not long ago at a public panel on cosmology in Chicago. “If you got rid of us, and all the stars and all the galaxies and all the planets and all the aliens and everybody, then the universe would be largely the same. We’re completely irrelevant.”
There is a serious problem in science today. No one really thinks about it but scientists. We are at the edge of a Copernican revolution. Imagine a world that understood everything. This is how they felt during then as well. That nearly everything they knew was going to be known.
Now I know not everything can be known everything but it is something to try and imagine. The world we live in is in serious turmoil. What is the next step?
Try to think of the world as it is today. A world were ideas can flow freely (Internet) and people can travel extremely quickly across what we had always thought as vast distances. According to Moore’s Law we are reaching a point in our world that our technology will double nearly every day in our life time. Try and imagine a world that our top of the line computer is simply a dud the day it is made. The world is moving at such a speed that nothing can keep up with it. I keep referring to technology as the world because it is the force in which our world revolves.
The power of technology, in our life time, will reach a point where we, as human beings, would have to become autonomous. A free flowing thought machine that worked in a way that one mind might work. The world will have to become a mind. Not in the way the Borg is a mind, but in the way a mind is. Every person in the world becoming another feed into the strength of the entirety. Some will not be a part of the whole, but progress will make headway.
Take a breath of fresh air and keep everything clean. The inverted look in my glasses are of things that I could only say slowly. I say numbers out of order and joke about how I am stupid. It’s impossible to teach a person to dance, they just try to imitate the way the other person moves, some people are better at this. I’m horrible at it. Maybe it’s just my glasses.
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I’m certified by the state of Illinois. It feels so good. Seriously, it does. It’s not the first time I had to take an ethics ‘quiz’. It’s not so much the fact that I finished, or that I feel like I got “ethic cleansed”, its more the awesome certificate I got. What the hell am I supposed to do with it? I have no idea. Hand it to “the man” when making the rounds? I’m not sure, but it rocks.
Steve Wonder wrote: “I feel like this is the beginning… You are the sunshine of my life.”
The color of fall forces emotions that are as rich as the cider that flows in the season as well. Though the sun doesn’t shine as much, it seems that it sure is trying. And why should it? The leaves are already powerful enough, and the stick out against a stark white sky (of course I do love the un-countable number of colors brushed on the sky when I peer up).
The thing, I think, that is destroying how we see nature is the automobile. There is more though where we lay our roads, and overwork our land with corn and soy.
When you look in the mirror who do you see? Do you see the same person you imagine yourself to be?
I know I don’t. I find myself staring into my eyes trying to find out who I really am. Maybe there is something wrong with my id. I have no idea what I’m doing in my life and sometimes it’s just hard to take a deep breath and tell myself that it will be fine. There is no way to stop myself from thinking it will be only worse.
I don’t call it pessimism I call it my life.
There is only one thing that makes me equal out, but she’s not here. Next year will make me feel much better to have her around.
Just say my name?
Herald Menning. What is this all about?
Yeah, I know her. Is Tuesday in some sort of trouble?
Well she seemed like a pretty straight forward woman.
Oh she did? That is really hard to believe. You sure it was her?
Well some times its hard to who they are on those things.
Oh, well three cameras and a head shot kind of does the trick.
So what do you want from me then, I can’t really tell you much, I haven’t seen her in a few weeks now. She just up and left one day.
No, I have no idea where to even start to looking for her.
Well she did come over the other day.
Well yeah, I’m just trying to help her alright. Don’t put me in jail please.
I didn’t do anything to harm anybody. I was just trying to help a friend.
Oh Jesus, please don’t.
Can you call my wife and tell her that I won’t be coming home tonight?
It wasn’t the rich dark blue of the ocean that drew me to it. It was something else, something that I’ve known some where in the back of my mind that I just couldn’t wrap my head around, that is until now. Most of my life I was afraid of depths, heights for that matter. As a kid I would hate swimming in any water I couldn’t see the bottom of, even pools that were twelve feet deep, I didn’t really like either. It is something about the vast openness that frightened me. I would hate going off the swim deck of my grandfather’s boat, I only went because I wanted to see the dunes. I took deep breaths and tried to act as if I wasn’t screaming inside, yelling to get the hell out of the water.
Everything changed though, I found something out that only one hundred other people know, and make that one more, you. The land stretch of land that people of all times have been searching for, Atlantis. It is not called Atlantis, that is a made up name to keep the origin secret. The true name of this place is called….
When you go for a walk with a camera you seem to find things that you never really look at before. You see things diffrently than you have before. You are ready for what interesting things the world throws at you.
Pictures freeze a single moment in time; be it friends, buildings, landscapes. Those things are stuck forever, you have it for ever(ish). The strange thing about photos are that no one can ever take the same picture you took, it may look the same, but the memories wont carry through.
I leave you with this one thing: Do something that makes you happy, something that makes you feel like you have done something in a day. It makes you feel better everyday.