Oho, my goodness so much to write.
I think I can aptly sum up the last eight months in a little haiku…
…
time is awasting
now you must fight to hope, to grow
plans once made now go
…
uh, actually it;s not that great, but hey, it the thought that counts.
so here’s what been occupying me lately…
this reminded me of day about two months ago when you ‘splained the whole .bomb thing to me and how our friends and family ALL lost mucho dinero. I think it’s pretty horrible that people can justify manipulating other people out of their money. Of course, who am I to talk? I spent ten months working for loan shark just so I could escape from the hell that was retail sales.
Ya know, every now and then I look for blogs or journals by people who work in that environment, but nada. Guess it just leave you too tired.
now wadini and I have been talking a lot about the nature of reality. We were reading a lot of Philip K. Dick for a while – he wrote 
o Anrdoids Dream of Electric Sheep: which became the basis for the movie :Bladerunner: – now one strong theme of PKD, as he’s called, is that the truths of reality that are not really truths or to put is differently our beliefs shape reality. He was convinced (this is my analysis of it) that reality was more than it seemed and that many aspects of reality have their foundations in the “truths” that are so ingrained in us that we don’t even question their basis.
Okay, that got convoluted.
Well, earlier this week I was reading some stuff by this guy Julian Tibbell who wrote a book about his experience with MUDs. In one he talks about the the virtual aspect of rape. Then later he talks about what virtual reality reveals about, uh-loss for words here, vurtual=actual reality, specifically what does money in its many aspects reveal to us. Why do we value what we value? Even this morning when we kind of squabbled on the phone about who said what got me thinking as to why we act the way we act. Why do we think “brotherly” love is such a high ideal and what do we expect from our siblings? So that is what is laying around composting in my brain…
I’m thinking about MONEY and REALITY.
1st. I need money to live-even this–I just write it down without thinking WHY
2nd. I have a long list of things I want to do and very little time to do them
3rd. I want to do something else to get no. 1 so that I have more time for no. 2
and that is all for now.
time is awasting
Oho, my goodness so much to write.
I think I can aptly sum up the last eight months in a little haiku…
…
time is awasting
now you must fight to hope, to grow
plans once made now go
…
uh, actually it;s not that great, but hey, it the thought that counts.
so here’s what been occupying me lately…
this reminded me of day about two months ago when you ‘splained the whole .bomb thing to me and how our friends and family ALL lost mucho dinero. I think it’s pretty horrible that people can justify manipulating other people out of their money. Of course, who am I to talk? I spent ten months working for loan shark just so I could escape from the hell that was retail sales.
Ya know, every now and then I look for blogs or journals by people who work in that environment, but nada. Guess it just leave you too tired.
now wadini and I have been talking a lot about the nature of reality. We were reading a lot of Philip K. Dick for a while – he wrote
o Anrdoids Dream of Electric Sheep: which became the basis for the movie :Bladerunner: – now one strong theme of PKD, as he’s called, is that the truths of reality that are not really truths or to put is differently our beliefs shape reality. He was convinced (this is my analysis of it) that reality was more than it seemed and that many aspects of reality have their foundations in the “truths” that are so ingrained in us that we don’t even question their basis.
Okay, that got convoluted.
Well, earlier this week I was reading some stuff by this guy Julian Tibbell who wrote a book about his experience with MUDs. In one he talks about the the virtual aspect of rape. Then later he talks about what virtual reality reveals about, uh-loss for words here, vurtual=actual reality, specifically what does money in its many aspects reveal to us. Why do we value what we value? Even this morning when we kind of squabbled on the phone about who said what got me thinking as to why we act the way we act. Why do we think “brotherly” love is such a high ideal and what do we expect from our siblings? So that is what is laying around composting in my brain…
I’m thinking about MONEY and REALITY.
1st. I need money to live-even this–I just write it down without thinking WHY
2nd. I have a long list of things I want to do and very little time to do them
3rd. I want to do something else to get no. 1 so that I have more time for no. 2
and that is all for now.