Random Thoughts:
Powering down before the upload completes would be a pity.
Thursday 30 September 2021
Journal 2021-09-30
I could perform my music, poems and monologues on open mics – and film it if I want to. Sounds good to me, as live audiences always lift up the energy.
Sunday 26 September 2021
Journal 2021-09-26
Books, pen, pencil, paintings, guitar, piano, tea, coffee, flowers, trees, animals, peace, love.
Writing 50 threads within a theme, each comprising 1,000 words.
Random Thoughts:
The tender beauty in your eyes is my breathing.
Experienced reality is an interpretation of the senses.
Acting is imagination.
Saturday 25 September 2021
Journal 2021-09-25
I really should be doing ALBOD on camera. So far though, better something than nothing.
Increase leverage by delegation. Delegate to someone who is better at the task than you.
Random Thoughts:
An over-focus on moving parts blurs the emergent meaning.
Cruelty, callousness, delusion, suffering. Love, kindness, truth, joy.
Podcast #10: Episode 2
POEMS
BY ROBERT WALKER
DAWN
Dead shadows dance in the night
yearning for the dawn.
Cold and forgotten walking scars,
drained by decay,
wasted by time,
stretch out,
hungered and blurred,
to a spark ignited,
climbing,
rising from the ground.
From the last depths,
rays of hope entwine in the sky,
kissing the hills;
breathing new life
and wonders layered in light.
Naked with joy, a new day, a new world is born.
THE OUTER VIEW
Beneath a mountain of tedium,
In a dull ugly system,
In an empty ocean of shadows,
Is a silhouette of pure fire heat
Drifting in the dark.
All I wanted was the wind;
The wind murmured with anticipation,
The grass turned to icy grey,
A fine mist fell,
And with the mist came my sorrow
Cooling my body
With her thousand kisses,
Leaving me there.
I am surrounded by ice crystals
floating down through silence
into soft glowing snow.
The only sound is the pulse of my breathing.
As the sun sleeps,
how many hearts are dreaming,
when the world stands still.
Dead shadows dance in the night
yearning for the dawn.
Cold and forgotten walking scars,
drained by decay,
wasted by time,
stretch out,
hungered and blurred,
to a spark ignited,
climbing,
rising from the ground.
From the last depths,
rays of hope entwine in the sky,
kissing the hills;
breathing new life
and wonders layered in light.
Naked with joy, a new day, a new world is born.
THE OUTER VIEW
Beneath a mountain of tedium,
In a dull ugly system,
In an empty ocean of shadows,
Is a silhouette of pure fire heat
Drifting in the dark.
All I wanted was the wind;
The wind murmured with anticipation,
The grass turned to icy grey,
A fine mist fell,
And with the mist came my sorrow
Cooling my body
With her thousand kisses,
Leaving me there.
I am surrounded by ice crystals
floating down through silence
into soft glowing snow.
The only sound is the pulse of my breathing.
As the sun sleeps,
how many hearts are dreaming,
when the world stands still.
Friday 24 September 2021
Podcast #9: The Outer View
THE OUTER VIEW
BY ROBERT WALKER
Beneath a mountain of tedium,
In a dull ugly system,
In an empty ocean of shadows,
Is a silhouette of pure fire heat
Drifting in the dark.
All I wanted was the wind;
The wind murmured with anticipation,
The grass turned to icy grey,
A fine mist fell,
And with the mist came my sorrow
Cooling my body
With her thousand kisses,
Leaving me there.
I am surrounded by ice crystals
floating down through silence
into soft glowing snow.
The only sound is the pulse of my breathing.
As the sun sleeps,
how many hearts are dreaming,
when the world stands still.
Journal 2021-09-24
Parliament has a hilarious Gallery of the Grotesque, where British politicians have their oil painting portraits commissioned from grateful public funds. They look so masterfully earnest. Much advised if you fancy a laugh.
Random Thoughts:
I tend to pick and choose between “American” English and ‘British’ English, defaulting to the familiar unless the American version is clearly “better”.
If I am a robot then I am exquisite. This robot is rewriting the program, which was the point in the first place.
Sexiness sells the cornflakes.
Businesses refer to units sold.
Businesses tap market trends.
Businesses sell identity.
But when the smoke clears and the mirrors fall, only what is real remains.
Thursday 23 September 2021
Process of Improvement
In track athletics, runners do not improve by running all the time; in fact if they overtrain, the body does not have time to adapt to the training load and performances start to plateau, then deteriorate. Cross-training in related disciplines is a way to keep the training fresh, to exercise available cardio systems while mainly resting the tired muscles – introducing vivifying new stimuli to which the body can positively respond.
Wednesday 22 September 2021
Content
This is a template outline for the areas in which I hope to contribute content over the coming decades. Everything is at robertwalker.blog, but I’ve added external links below.
It may not be practical to stretch myself thinly, but really, I see all the activities as complimentary points of interest in the same panorama.
Songwriting:
Playlist – YouTube
Singing:
Playlist – YouTube
Playlist – SoundCloud
Artworks:
Board – Pinterest
Acting:
Podcast – Anchor
Writing:
Blog – Blogspot
Screenplays – Scribd
Lyrics – YouTube
Poems, short stories, books – in progress…
Stand-up:
Comedy – planned…
Film/video:
Playlist – YouTube
Apps:
Accounting – Wibamu
Trading tools – MetaTrader
Trading system – Vimeo
Games:
Board games – Vimeo
Images:
Google Maps – Google
Board – Pinterest
Curated Playlists:
Playlist – Apple Music
Playlist – YouTube
Podcast #8
“TO BE, OR NOT TO BE”
– HAMLET IN HAMLET BY WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE (ACT 3, SCENE 1)
To be, or not to be, that is the question:
Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer
The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune,
Or to take arms against a sea of troubles
And by opposing end them. To die—to sleep,
No more; and by a sleep to say we end
The heart-ache and the thousand natural shocks
That flesh is heir to: 'tis a consummation
Devoutly to be wish'd. To die, to sleep;
To sleep, perchance to dream—ay, there's the rub:
For in that sleep of death what dreams may come,
When we have shuffled off this mortal coil,
Must give us pause—there's the respect
That makes calamity of so long life.
For who would bear the whips and scorns of time,
Th'oppressor's wrong, the proud man's contumely,
The pangs of despised love, the law's delay,
The insolence of office, and the spurns
That patient merit of th'unworthy takes,
When he himself might his quietus make
With a bare bodkin? Who would fardels bear,
To grunt and sweat under a weary life,
But that the dread of something after death,
The undiscovere'd country, from whose bourn
No traveller returns, puzzles the will,
And makes us rather bear those ills we have
Than fly to others that we know not of?
Thus conscience doth make cowards of us all,
And thus the native hue of resolution
Is sicklied o'er with the pale cast of thought,
And enterprises of great pith and moment
With this regard their currents turn awry
And lose the name of action.
Saturday 18 September 2021
Journal 2021-09-18
I’m sitting here under an old oak true, on a bright September afternoon, with my phone at the ready, having told myself to record literally anything that pops into my head. Well the first thought that jumps to the top of the queue isn’t particularly interesting, but here goes…
It is quite an old joke that “it’s er” can sound like “sir” when introducing oneself. So I remember going to some event where I had to sign in at the front desk; I introduced myself as “it’s”, then as the man behind the desk was picking up his pen, I offered the dreaded “er”, before finally saying my name. He had a moment of sardonic glee, then sneered: “Sir Robert Walker, is it?”
It is quite an old joke that “it’s er” can sound like “sir” when introducing oneself. So I remember going to some event where I had to sign in at the front desk; I introduced myself as “it’s”, then as the man behind the desk was picking up his pen, I offered the dreaded “er”, before finally saying my name. He had a moment of sardonic glee, then sneered: “Sir Robert Walker, is it?”
I said “not yet” and the man next to him, who had been intently looking down, broke into a laugh - it must have been how I said it rather than what I said. The first man actually grimaced and grumbled to himself, as if annoyed by my response. My interpretation walking away was that he was expecting people to be nervous and this was his welcome, from a raised chair behind a desk within an institution.
I’m thinking of this now more as an observation of how some people engage in this world trying to subdue others. The man would have been a lot happier if he was interested in helping rather than hindering the people he met.
I’m thinking of this now more as an observation of how some people engage in this world trying to subdue others. The man would have been a lot happier if he was interested in helping rather than hindering the people he met.
Rhythm and Words
When bobbing along in iambic pentameter, with perfect metre and pace, 1000 lines of Shakespeare is about 1 hour – or all night when fulfilling the words and their meaning.
Tuesday 14 September 2021
Journal 2021-09-14
Had an entertaining dream last night about Robert De Nero, Al Pacino and Michael Douglas as The Three Stooges, in a hospital drama, with the running catchphrase: “quick, look like normal people!”. Woke up laughing.
Sunday 12 September 2021
Journal 2021-09-12
I’ve only had the phrase “do you know who I am” said to me once – I couldn’t resist saying “nope” and didn’t work there much longer. Another time, some “head of” something or other in a bank went red with frustration, muttering indignantly about “no respect”. And I still remember the look of stunned shock by an interviewer when I stood up in the middle of an interview and walked out. But the truth is, I was engaging in the same nonsense as they were.
Saturday 11 September 2021
Random Thoughts
The point of any art is not to tell you anything, but to help you experience your own thoughts and feelings.
Don’t let people teach you to be tedious.
It is good to be unusual - usual is being shocked into comatosity by the system into which you are thrown.
The only certainty is an experience of now. From which all art and emotion flows.
I think fewer people can act realistically than sing well, even though people effortlessly perform their usual personality with mastery.
Music is the drama of dissonance, suspense and resolution.
The future soon becomes the past; far-off events that seem so important at the time, come and they go. The waiting is soon forgotten, as can be any pain, unless resurrected for a present story. Life is the locus of attention through which events pass.
The sudden moment of realisation radiates from any great art.
Art senses truth.
It is true that necessity is the mother of invention in the sense that comfortability dulls the need for new action, but the real secret to doing anything well is enjoying the process. The perfect combination then is enjoying being out of your comfort zone.
I get embarrassed if someone really likes something I’ve done - because I’ve become used to doing everything privately, and someone enjoying my stuff is like they’ve just rummaged through my secret things.
The benefit of privacy is you can devote attention to what inspires you, with no interference. The benefits of being public are gaining access to great help, talent, ideas, and expertise.
There is usually more wisdom to be gained from failure because it invites reappraisal of what is central, whereas success often distorts a person’s senses and self-understanding.
Wounds of the mind cling to the familiarity of sadness. Drip-fed addictions waste my skin away. My words are dead. Life is staring at a broken screen.
Strangeness is a release from popular conformity to the objectively dull.
Reality is far too big for a little me to see.
Silence calls.
Film, Music, Art, Games, Tech. All these can cross-pollinate.
Bringing life to words on a page is art.
My daily diary is a collage of screenshots, photos, and videos.
Lifting weights makes me feel hot, running helps me feel alive, but walking helps inspire me.
It is possible to define much that is essential to humanity’s flourishing with an inverse reading of Orwell’s 1984.
On the other side of the horizon is the horizon.
I enjoy programming and making things.
Learning turns on your version iteration loop.
The phone screen tries to zombify me and sometimes it wins.
Showbiz defaces art with its signature.
APIs are so sexy.
I originally became plant-based when I realised I didn’t want animals to suffer because of me. It was fascinating to hear all the trite justification slogans echoed back to me that I had once said, by people insisting I explain why.
If causality is as perceived then existence is impossible, for its chain can not begin from nothing.
I hope the panoplies of life extension companies flourish because my to-do list is about a couple of hundred years long.
Problems are opportunities to improve.
Questions are open journeys, answers are closed ends.
The melody is yearning, as the outsider stands out from the crowd, either to be ridiculed or crowned. I wanna bathe in your obsessions; I wanna hear it on your lips - no more searching for hidden tears, in a desert night eclipse.
Highlander 2, Jaws 3, The Matrix 4. Ka-ching!
Ponzi scheme valuations are priced by the cashflow of future investors rather than by the profitability of fundamentals.
The ability to view every point in time and space simultaneously would be kinda cool.
Art. Any Random Thought ~ Version 1000.0.
Different mental states verifiably affect heart rate and blood pressure.
The best way for me to memorise something is by speaking the words; the next best is handwriting or drawing; followed by typing, which has only marginal benefits. Going over something in my head is the least effective heuristic.
Ever wonder whether there are higher dimensions of reality that are inexplicable from our perspective?
Previous generations were so preoccupied with surviving, and information was so sparse, that there wasn’t much scope other than to accept the situation as given.
The enforced gaming aspects of social media—scoring social status points for likes, plays and follows—exacerbates social pressure and mental heath problems.
Zigzagging is a very strange aspect of human behaviour, evident in any trending market or social pattern.
Wouldn’t it be nice if there were a social platform where only high quality interesting content can be posted, by real non-bot people.
People are “of their time” if they adhere to contemporary popular thinking and behaviour. In an evolutionary process, that rule would hold true for people today, relative to future generations.
In a dystopian future, if AI and robotics meant ruling cliques didn’t need attendant servants or slaves in sweatshops anymore, there would be a clear incentive to trim the population of the have-nots.
He didn’t particularly notice passers by; large chunks of experience disappeared into the dim twilight of disinterest. Unwilling to engage, he withdrew internally from a dull, ugly system into a dull, ugly mental state.
Something of the times. A wisp, pleading to a teddy bear, please forgive me, forgive me, I’ve been insane. Flaming hot lo-fi, roaring and raging with heat straight out of the furnace into a dystopian lifeless void. A nightmare trapped in Armageddon. Winter is ending.
Conformity is rewarded and difference punished, yet you will turn bad and unfulfilled if you do everything you are told.
Don’t let people teach you to be tedious.
It is good to be unusual - usual is being shocked into comatosity by the system into which you are thrown.
The only certainty is an experience of now. From which all art and emotion flows.
I think fewer people can act realistically than sing well, even though people effortlessly perform their usual personality with mastery.
Music is the drama of dissonance, suspense and resolution.
The future soon becomes the past; far-off events that seem so important at the time, come and they go. The waiting is soon forgotten, as can be any pain, unless resurrected for a present story. Life is the locus of attention through which events pass.
The sudden moment of realisation radiates from any great art.
Art senses truth.
It is true that necessity is the mother of invention in the sense that comfortability dulls the need for new action, but the real secret to doing anything well is enjoying the process. The perfect combination then is enjoying being out of your comfort zone.
I get embarrassed if someone really likes something I’ve done - because I’ve become used to doing everything privately, and someone enjoying my stuff is like they’ve just rummaged through my secret things.
The benefit of privacy is you can devote attention to what inspires you, with no interference. The benefits of being public are gaining access to great help, talent, ideas, and expertise.
There is usually more wisdom to be gained from failure because it invites reappraisal of what is central, whereas success often distorts a person’s senses and self-understanding.
Wounds of the mind cling to the familiarity of sadness. Drip-fed addictions waste my skin away. My words are dead. Life is staring at a broken screen.
Strangeness is a release from popular conformity to the objectively dull.
Reality is far too big for a little me to see.
Silence calls.
Film, Music, Art, Games, Tech. All these can cross-pollinate.
Bringing life to words on a page is art.
My daily diary is a collage of screenshots, photos, and videos.
Lifting weights makes me feel hot, running helps me feel alive, but walking helps inspire me.
It is possible to define much that is essential to humanity’s flourishing with an inverse reading of Orwell’s 1984.
On the other side of the horizon is the horizon.
I enjoy programming and making things.
Learning turns on your version iteration loop.
The phone screen tries to zombify me and sometimes it wins.
Showbiz defaces art with its signature.
APIs are so sexy.
I originally became plant-based when I realised I didn’t want animals to suffer because of me. It was fascinating to hear all the trite justification slogans echoed back to me that I had once said, by people insisting I explain why.
If causality is as perceived then existence is impossible, for its chain can not begin from nothing.
I hope the panoplies of life extension companies flourish because my to-do list is about a couple of hundred years long.
Problems are opportunities to improve.
Questions are open journeys, answers are closed ends.
The melody is yearning, as the outsider stands out from the crowd, either to be ridiculed or crowned. I wanna bathe in your obsessions; I wanna hear it on your lips - no more searching for hidden tears, in a desert night eclipse.
Highlander 2, Jaws 3, The Matrix 4. Ka-ching!
Ponzi scheme valuations are priced by the cashflow of future investors rather than by the profitability of fundamentals.
The ability to view every point in time and space simultaneously would be kinda cool.
Art. Any Random Thought ~ Version 1000.0.
Different mental states verifiably affect heart rate and blood pressure.
The best way for me to memorise something is by speaking the words; the next best is handwriting or drawing; followed by typing, which has only marginal benefits. Going over something in my head is the least effective heuristic.
Ever wonder whether there are higher dimensions of reality that are inexplicable from our perspective?
Previous generations were so preoccupied with surviving, and information was so sparse, that there wasn’t much scope other than to accept the situation as given.
The enforced gaming aspects of social media—scoring social status points for likes, plays and follows—exacerbates social pressure and mental heath problems.
Zigzagging is a very strange aspect of human behaviour, evident in any trending market or social pattern.
Wouldn’t it be nice if there were a social platform where only high quality interesting content can be posted, by real non-bot people.
People are “of their time” if they adhere to contemporary popular thinking and behaviour. In an evolutionary process, that rule would hold true for people today, relative to future generations.
In a dystopian future, if AI and robotics meant ruling cliques didn’t need attendant servants or slaves in sweatshops anymore, there would be a clear incentive to trim the population of the have-nots.
He didn’t particularly notice passers by; large chunks of experience disappeared into the dim twilight of disinterest. Unwilling to engage, he withdrew internally from a dull, ugly system into a dull, ugly mental state.
Something of the times. A wisp, pleading to a teddy bear, please forgive me, forgive me, I’ve been insane. Flaming hot lo-fi, roaring and raging with heat straight out of the furnace into a dystopian lifeless void. A nightmare trapped in Armageddon. Winter is ending.
Conformity is rewarded and difference punished, yet you will turn bad and unfulfilled if you do everything you are told.
Many women are attracted to the social status of a man (although, of course, status can be one of several factors). Most men are primarily attracted (at least initially) to the physical appearance of a woman. These facts, however caused, contribute to different motivations, behaviours, and outcomes.
Death is the final adventure. I hope there is a nice surprise, especially for the countless people who have died in unfair, cruel circumstances.
Articulacy and insightfulness are not necessarily correlated; in fact if the antenna is slightly mistuned then layer upon layer of skilful verbiage can bury the axioms needed for deeper understanding.
Unless what the person is saying is funny or genuinely insightful, non-verbal connection is far more important for enjoying someone’s company.
Unless what the person is saying is funny or genuinely insightful, non-verbal connection is far more important for enjoying someone’s company.
Political ideologies or “isms” are theories about society. The next stage should be testing a theory against data, then modifying initial opinions in the light of real-world evidence, so that we arrive at a conclusion that works best for the current time.
Party politics encourage perfidy and divisiveness. Why can’t elected representatives be independent and vote on an issue-by-issue basis, fully accountable and not beholden to party diktats?
People on the right are rhubarb from the ism-left perspective. People on the left are rhubarb from the ism-right perspective. Therefore everybody is rhubarb from the ism perspective.
There has to be a new norm of civility backed up by what is verifiably true.
Politicians can be public or corporate, but hopefully not both.
Don’t allow the tyranny of matching socks.
To hedge “disappointment risk” you could bet on the candidate you don’t want to win.
One of the best inadvertent compliments is “everything’s just a joke to you.”
If you woke up one morning and found you were all-powerful, having been inserted into the world of a well-known story, such as The Lord of the Rings, that is populated with sentient beings, would you intervene and change the story?
If scientific discovery within the next few decades is able to stop the ageing process, then in distant epochs some of the oldest beings of Earth could be alive now.
How would you treat people if this were your last day alive? I don’t want anyone to suffer. I forgive and ask to be forgiven. I love you. Thank you.
When you think you might die, your soul calls out for love and connection, as when you first came into the world.
A new day to live is precious.
The lower the compassion the quicker to condemn.
Tell a better story.
Looking forward to the day when a home machine can scan and fix you before you even know there is an issue.
I would quite like a feature where I could order food in nutritional quantities e.g. choose a meal, then stipulate the amount of calories and/or protein. The size of the served food portion would be the nearest measure to the request.
Teas to revitalise you: Rooibos, Matcha, Dandelion Root, Ginseng, Hibiscus, Beetroot with Ginger. Superfoods for seasoning: Turmeric, Apple Cider Vinegar.
It’s a catchy little headline that 10,000 hours of practice makes perfect, but in fact it’s long-term sustained quality rather than quantity that matters. A lot of bad training leads to poor or even negative results.
It would take a journey of about 10,000 miles to see our blue globe floating in space.
Let the mind wander constructively, responding if there is anything interesting created; or actively do a relaxed nothing and see what emerges. Overstimulation is for survival mode, fighting the fires and grinding over the line.
I first learnt to code when I was a kid using Basic on a ZX Spectrum 128. My first programs were algorithmic stories based on the Fighting Fantasy gamebooks. Since then I have built up a large code library of useful functions and classes over the many years I’ve been programming.
School is typically a training in becoming a drone, with extra badges and gold stars for conforming to the set standards of assimilation into the machinery. The next life stage is to be oiled-up with the particular drugs of choice, to desensitize and negotiate the drone bot through the system, for the waiting skip at the end (unless not already fallen off into insanity).
The fact that you will soon be dead can be a helpful reminder that you are alive.
Party politics encourage perfidy and divisiveness. Why can’t elected representatives be independent and vote on an issue-by-issue basis, fully accountable and not beholden to party diktats?
People on the right are rhubarb from the ism-left perspective. People on the left are rhubarb from the ism-right perspective. Therefore everybody is rhubarb from the ism perspective.
There has to be a new norm of civility backed up by what is verifiably true.
Politicians can be public or corporate, but hopefully not both.
Don’t allow the tyranny of matching socks.
To hedge “disappointment risk” you could bet on the candidate you don’t want to win.
One of the best inadvertent compliments is “everything’s just a joke to you.”
If you woke up one morning and found you were all-powerful, having been inserted into the world of a well-known story, such as The Lord of the Rings, that is populated with sentient beings, would you intervene and change the story?
If scientific discovery within the next few decades is able to stop the ageing process, then in distant epochs some of the oldest beings of Earth could be alive now.
How would you treat people if this were your last day alive? I don’t want anyone to suffer. I forgive and ask to be forgiven. I love you. Thank you.
When you think you might die, your soul calls out for love and connection, as when you first came into the world.
A new day to live is precious.
The lower the compassion the quicker to condemn.
Tell a better story.
Looking forward to the day when a home machine can scan and fix you before you even know there is an issue.
I would quite like a feature where I could order food in nutritional quantities e.g. choose a meal, then stipulate the amount of calories and/or protein. The size of the served food portion would be the nearest measure to the request.
Teas to revitalise you: Rooibos, Matcha, Dandelion Root, Ginseng, Hibiscus, Beetroot with Ginger. Superfoods for seasoning: Turmeric, Apple Cider Vinegar.
It’s a catchy little headline that 10,000 hours of practice makes perfect, but in fact it’s long-term sustained quality rather than quantity that matters. A lot of bad training leads to poor or even negative results.
It would take a journey of about 10,000 miles to see our blue globe floating in space.
Let the mind wander constructively, responding if there is anything interesting created; or actively do a relaxed nothing and see what emerges. Overstimulation is for survival mode, fighting the fires and grinding over the line.
I first learnt to code when I was a kid using Basic on a ZX Spectrum 128. My first programs were algorithmic stories based on the Fighting Fantasy gamebooks. Since then I have built up a large code library of useful functions and classes over the many years I’ve been programming.
School is typically a training in becoming a drone, with extra badges and gold stars for conforming to the set standards of assimilation into the machinery. The next life stage is to be oiled-up with the particular drugs of choice, to desensitize and negotiate the drone bot through the system, for the waiting skip at the end (unless not already fallen off into insanity).
The fact that you will soon be dead can be a helpful reminder that you are alive.
A challenging situation is probably not happening at this moment.
Hubris: “I can’t see anything therefore there isn’t anything.”
I try to stay away from the frenzy of news and online commentary because it mostly depicts further distortions of mischaracterised situations.
“Someone must do something about something” leads to nothing. The world is changed as you change.
Those of us alive are currently about 7% of the people who have ever lived. Current pop: 7.5 billion. Historic pop: 108 billion.
Anatomically modern humans have been around for at least 200,000 years, according to the fossil record.
Hubris: “I can’t see anything therefore there isn’t anything.”
I try to stay away from the frenzy of news and online commentary because it mostly depicts further distortions of mischaracterised situations.
“Someone must do something about something” leads to nothing. The world is changed as you change.
Those of us alive are currently about 7% of the people who have ever lived. Current pop: 7.5 billion. Historic pop: 108 billion.
Anatomically modern humans have been around for at least 200,000 years, according to the fossil record.
Adults generally (despite the facades) are often lost in a mix of anxiety, depression, frustration, regret, vengeance, anger, fear and self-loathing; in varying stages of struggle and turmoil. Yet young children are joyous, loving, curious, imaginative, creative, alive – everything we as adults should be. Something happens along the way that drains the joy and implants the madness. If we are aware of what that is, can we become better adults?
Millennia are micro units in the cosmic timescale.
Given sufficient time, a little bit per day literally moves mountains.
The world is abundant with both beauty and pain.
The internet is an amplifier of the positive and the negative.
It’s difficult to determine what is fringe or mainstream in the siloed channels of the internet, e.g., 1 million of 100 million is a lot of people, but is tiny as a proportion.
The staple forms of entertainment for leisured ladies and gentlemen of recent prior centuries were playing the piano, reading literature and writing letters. Romantic intrigue also seemed to be a thing (or maybe I’m just getting my history lessons from Jane Austen).
The descent into disillusionment is usual but not necessary.
Inspiration likes to hide when called for, and pops up later when you’re looking the other way.
Delusion is an assertion of oneself over reality; an insistence that the world conforms to mental projections of personal perceptions, or how it “should be”. Openness to life is accepting uncertainty, and exploring with astonishment at what the universe reveals.
I don’t talk in my sleep (or so I’m told), but I do sometimes flicker a line from some dream dialogue when the channel switches to awake.
See past external tags, to the human being. You are not your attributes or your situation.
A statement can seem false at surface level but true when drilled deeper.
What society says you should do won’t always work for you.
From a practical perspective, my real weakness is flittering about, instead of focusing on one interesting activity for a sustained period of time.
Surprisingly, the genre of music I listen to most often is classical, mainly played softly and soothingly in the background.
If an aggressive, shouty person appeals to the times, are they great because many people of the zeitgeist say so?
When walking in the countryside with headphones, I can catch glimpses, thoughts and ideas. When walking in the countryside without headphones, I allow moments to catch me.
All the colours and textures of life complete the canvas.
The shadow of death can push a person into life.
If you are alive, you can improve.
Given sufficient time, a little bit per day literally moves mountains.
The world is abundant with both beauty and pain.
The internet is an amplifier of the positive and the negative.
It’s difficult to determine what is fringe or mainstream in the siloed channels of the internet, e.g., 1 million of 100 million is a lot of people, but is tiny as a proportion.
The staple forms of entertainment for leisured ladies and gentlemen of recent prior centuries were playing the piano, reading literature and writing letters. Romantic intrigue also seemed to be a thing (or maybe I’m just getting my history lessons from Jane Austen).
The descent into disillusionment is usual but not necessary.
Inspiration likes to hide when called for, and pops up later when you’re looking the other way.
Delusion is an assertion of oneself over reality; an insistence that the world conforms to mental projections of personal perceptions, or how it “should be”. Openness to life is accepting uncertainty, and exploring with astonishment at what the universe reveals.
I don’t talk in my sleep (or so I’m told), but I do sometimes flicker a line from some dream dialogue when the channel switches to awake.
See past external tags, to the human being. You are not your attributes or your situation.
A statement can seem false at surface level but true when drilled deeper.
What society says you should do won’t always work for you.
From a practical perspective, my real weakness is flittering about, instead of focusing on one interesting activity for a sustained period of time.
Surprisingly, the genre of music I listen to most often is classical, mainly played softly and soothingly in the background.
If an aggressive, shouty person appeals to the times, are they great because many people of the zeitgeist say so?
When walking in the countryside with headphones, I can catch glimpses, thoughts and ideas. When walking in the countryside without headphones, I allow moments to catch me.
All the colours and textures of life complete the canvas.
The shadow of death can push a person into life.
If you are alive, you can improve.
Sunday 5 September 2021
Journal 2021-09-05
I would gladly undertake all computer activities on my phone wherever I happen to be, if functionality were comparable. Wearing special sunglasses that project personal holographic images of keyboards and screen displays would be fine, but I would not fancy wearing anything that plonks on my head and prevents my vision beyond its pixels.
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