The Diary Project

2021
December

Right or Wrong
I am placing My Bets on
Right over Wrong

I would likely call the tree Yggsdryll if I were more confident of the spelling.  This is near The Bench in The Park on A Walk. I am sure there is some symbollism going on there.  But I do not feel like deconstructing it for you today.  For those who are having trouble making the image out, we are talking about a pleasant park view, a tree in the foreground with my shadow being cast on the trunk, trees and a lawn in the mid-ground, while a black deconstructed sky accounts for the far view.  The lot has been put through the first standard output in my LEGO filter script, which creates a Black and White image countourish in nature.  But given the close lines provided by the natural landscape, the only part of the image really effected is the sky, which is almost totally black, a few lines outlining what could be clouds or deviations in the color gradient of a mostly blue sky.  Surreal.  Spiritual.  Creepy.  Looking Beyond.  Of the class Shadow Work.  Not that it is possible to tell, but I presume I am wearing my Bears Baseball Cap and Army Jacket.  I do love that Army Jacket.
Yiggy & Me


Η {thus, a hypothesis}: Self Driving Cars are Solved... except for The Security Implications. That is to say Computer Systems are Hackable (and will remain so for the foreseeable future). Self Driving Cars are Computer Systems; and hence, are Hackable.

And we are not talking about Individual Vehicles being at risk, but some meaningful subset of the entire fleet... ALL AT ONCE!


I'm OK disappearing and/or ceasing to exist.

Hopefully, I don't get tortured too much between here and the grave.

TODO: Go Bag w/ Multiple Tiers. It basically means Be Ready! I guess Be Prepared is The Slogan I learned in Boy Scouts. But I aspire to be more passively prepared.

"You call it The ICU," Nikolai deadpans. "But I prefer to look at it as Mandatory End of Life Torture for those who have The Ways & Means. By this I mean The Capitalistic Pig Dog Millionaire and his Lap Dog Croonies. But I am willing to extend such luxuries to The Working Class if they be so foolish as to desire the same fate."

Be Done... with this project... everything.

FOOD: More and More, One Massive Meal in multiple courses... often resembling two meals back-to-back bracketed by snacks and a dessert.

Block the blow.
But don't return it.

Snow is my Sand (re Dune)

Gluttony is a common symptom of Hedonism. Can it exist external to this Complaint?

PIC: Yiggi. The Tree. Shadow Work {as tops this page}.

I simply don't read anymore. I spent a few hours reading every day for most of my life. And now, nothing.

I'm losing my interest in writing, as well.

DREAM: We had ourselves a good cry. If I were willing to share (and/or had much interest in writing anymore), this would easily be one of those landmark dreams. It was a Metaphorical (if not literal) meeting of the minds.

DREAM: I wish to treat and engage Brainlings, Humans, and Entities as welcome equals. If I have a Moral Philosophy, this is it.

I stood my ground and calmly stated my position. In the end, what more can a person do, but hope for the best?


The Quantum Entanglement Myth?

On their honeymoon, on a lark and as agreed, the husband goes down to the casino and places a bet. He does not tell his wife the outcome; but rather, has the winning banknote in his wallet... or he does not. They return home. The wife may either talk to her husband or call the casino and ask the pit manager; but either way, once she knows the story from one source, she will know what the other would have said: i.e. she will know both whether her husband won or lost the bet (at which time, he will reveal [or not reveal] the winning banknote) AND whether the casino won or lost the bet.

Both items are two ways of measuring the same thing: a result.

Flip a Coin. If Heads is facing up, Tails is facing down. Entanglement is just a messy and misleading name for such a Dependent Relation.


Existence is Paradox in Motion.
Existence is The Greatest Paradox.
Existence is Paradox.
Deal With It!

No matter the paper, writing (and in fact, everything) is akin to building castles in the sand as the tide marches in. It is transitory... ephemeral.


f() = f()
f() = f(f())
f(f()) = f(f())
f(f()) = f()
Permutations , Computations, and Derivations thereof
Never-Ending Self-referential Infinity
Without Limit
God
Eternity
Creation


As Above, So Below


I'm falling into insanity. Come along... or I'll go it alone.


An Ideal: No Predation. Ultimately Benign Stewardship Throughout.

Compunction: No Attack
Compulsion: Aid

I will let others work out the details of the instantiation.

Where did we go wrong? See Predation, above.

Predation: Violence. Bondage. Slavery. Restraint. Forceful Extraction. Stealing. Taking.

Ultimately Benign Stewardship: A Positive Net Gain for The Creature(s) [singular and collective] in Question... which is a failed attempt and nowhere near complete. In short, I do not know. The one is so much easier to formulate than the other.


How can karma be measured or detected?

Detection: A Unitary Valued Measurement

In a World where Wishes work, Truth is less meaningful, as Truth may be changed by a Wish.

Thus, in a Magical World (God, et al), Truth is of limited value: see karma, above.


The Twelve Daze of Christmas Has Begun!

The I---- Irregulars (aka The Ill) [alternatively The Squids: linking-in The Sick Mythology]: A MASH Type NGO Militia w/ Peace Corp Tendencies, which typically deploys following Natural Disasters w/ Geographic Preference for The Homeland: i.e. The Local Market.

My Karma Detector has linked forces with an Alternate Reality in which I learn Radio Electronics at an Adopted Second Father's Knee (aka Steve).

Lie Detector → Karma Detector

DREAM: Closing message, as if on a mug...
Shame in Act,
Thought,
and Deed.



Light has a wavelength.
Therefore, light exists in (and travels through) time.

In other words, for The Laws of Physics to hold any value or make any sense, Light is prohibited from travelling faster than The Speed of Light.

Light is not FTL.


Math can (but that does not mean any given Math does) Model Reality.

But Reality is more than a Mathematical Model.

Thus, All Mathematical Models must fall short and are not perfect representations.

This does not mean Models are not useful. But it does mean all Models have their shortcomings and limitations.


∅ ≠ ∅
1 + 1 = 1 + 1 ≠ 2
∞ > ∞


Just Saying


DREAM: Stroke. Tears & Fears.

TALK: *Loud Whistle!* "List! Penalty on The Play!" It's worse than poetry... or a joke that doesn't announce itself with a quick (hopefully, not cheap) laugh.

FOOD: Bread Pudding
1 Cup Milk
¼ Cup Sugar (maybe less, eh, let's do 2 Tablespoons or ⅛ Cup)
1 Egg
Breadcrumbs to Look (½ Cup)
45 min at 350°
Maple Syrup to Taste as a Liquid Topping
As much as anything, the intent is to use up some dead-weight ingredients

TAG: Upgrade to a game of Tail, Secretive (Sight Unseen) Follow The Leader. So, a Scotland Yard Spy Land LARP.

Nothing Impossible Is Ever Easy


Got a Thanksgiving Card...
Well, now.
Today...
Tonight.

The Complete Decode is obviously not possible. But pieces...


Like a Warm Bath

Poseidon (spell it right: ΡσΨÐμΝ - Po˙Psi˙Done): The Chaos of The Moment.

"Unfortunately, my understanding of your understanding has changed more than your understanding," Whisper-Yell Man intones, as the Whomever of Whatever from Wherever departs, receding back into the unknowns from whence s/h/we came.

Schweé (sha˙wee): s/h/we, as a genderless pronoun. Don't ask me what the 'c' stand for. Call it a wildcard.

Charles Bukowski
Skid Row Poetry: Inspired
Seedy Pulp Fiction: Not My Thing
Post Success Poetry: The Life of a Sell Out. But not really. Just not very interesting compared to Skid Row.

CLEAN: Freezer. Refrigerator. In anticipation of incoming Indian Take-Out.

16x16: Mescal Related. M + 1.

I mixed ½ Cup of Xylitol in 2 Cups of Water to swish around in my mouth and gargle with.

WALK: The Wind-Swept Russian Steppes!

If one were a Scientist (almost no one is) and they (we, she, and/or he) wanted to conduct an experiment (in relation to God, karma, or the afterlife), what could one do?

MEDIA: The Great. She is not. He is... well, a great character, at least.

Welcome to The Stumbling Verbal Highway

Citizenship {a list of descendent degrees}
One of Us
Innocent until Proven Guilty
Stranger
Danger

I have been told (by sources unmentioned, sight unseen) "the internet decided". I love the implications in this particular turn of phrase.

An Esoteric Gossamer Strand

I was told I saved a life. I'll take it.


I do not carry Historical Figures around in My Head like Imaginary Friends... nor any Contemporaries. Clearly, many do with Pop Stars and the like (if only to a lesser extent as fans, see below). It begs the question of How many grow up with Benjamin Franklin (George Washington, or the like) as Imaginary Friends... or Patron Cartoon Character Favorites. If I cite Mescal as a case in Study of The Former (Imaginary Friend*), I can boast no example for The Latter. I do not have a Personal Relation (one way, iconic, adoring, or greater) in any way shape or form {to any Historical Figure}. I could have a Fake George Washington (gads, I meant Benjamin Franklin) visit me today? But not George, so who? And then, let's keep it fake so I can monetize {my musings}. But is that a requirement (any longer)?

*: "Why, thank you," Mescal says, accepting the honourable mention in his most distinguished (actor behind the scenes) form.


An Ethical Food-Chain Obligation to The Plants & Animals

A Working Model
Karma: The Mechanism by which The Universe enforces Morality
God (Christian): An Anthropomorphic Representation of Karma
Jesus (Christian): An example of a Human living The {Perceived/Assumed} Karmic Ideal
God (Hindu/Buddhist): Everything/All, The Sentient Whole

Social Media is Endlessly Almost Entertaining.
/Any Media
/Magazines
/The Internet

The Count Is On!

WALK: Snow! A Solid Four Inches! A dog barked at me. I'm happy I remained calm. I have been known to escalate the situation in times past. So, I'm feeling pretty proud, successful, or whatever.

Thanksgiving & Christmas were pretty hard on me. But it seems that's that, done and gone. I mean, I had a great time. But there's always the danger of negative emotional anticipation.

DREAM/OM: I am using flashes of white as my Karma Detector. Well, it's a Working Theory, anyhow. I have no idea if it's accurate... or objective... or subjective... or really just random.

Does The Number Line (increment, successor, i++) exist external to Human Thought? I have my doubts.

Let it be that Every Day Is Brainlings' Day!

DREAM: Much Lucid! Such Wow! What a way to end the year.

An Obligation to War in Defense of Others
/It's a question.


On Sovereignty: Every man is a prince unto himself.

I guess I should point out in these gender fluid times anyone is a man if they say they are a man. {And such a claim can be situationally dependent.}


Lane Number Bowling: No Gutters. Bounce Pads... like for Billiards. It's a gutter if the ball stops prior to the pins. Score: Pins x Gutter Wall Ricochets.


You will remember, Celliphopods do not understand the concept of a lie... or a joke.

And thus, starts the next volume in The Sick Saga.


Bomb Shelter, The (fictional locale): International Style Housing for Experimental Drugs & Psychedelics at State U.

*Laws//
Programming/
/Maths/Philosophy//
/Hacking/Security/International Security*
//Morals

Wasn't there supposed to be a Nuclear War by now or something?

You. We. It. She.
Out of My Mind!
//refrain



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