Kansas City

Okay, so here's a quick update of the past little story I have been unfolding. I'm sitting in Kansas City. All I know about this place is there was a song at the end of a movie that I think a famous black actor with a recognizable voice was in called the Kansas City Shuffle. I don't get it yet. There are parts of the city that look like a bomb destroyed everything living and a few beings survived that can create energy from nuclear waste and plastic bags. Then you go downtown, and people are alive, vibrant, moving around; there is still some life here.

Okay so about the past. I was reinstated in a mental institution again; I've got to stop doing that. I spent 5 days so they could make sure that I was mentally fit after what I can describe as some sort of epileptic fit and drooling, and what the hospital describes as "maybe he needs a turkey sandwich and 5 days in a psych ward.". (I'm going to make that a rule now, period goes before and after the comma. Here are some other shapes I can make with those combinations: ..". .".. .".".). I really was fine, but I made a stupid comment whilst in my fit. Really guys, I'm fine. That was in Chester, a suburbia of Philly.

Before that, I made my great escape from Montreal, wooshed through New York and made the great escape onto and then off of Statten Island.

Let's switch up to my very loose travel plans: Sao Paulo, but first, Xilitla. I'm waiting for a couch surfing response, which works for me some of the time, or building up the steam start walking with briefcase and suitcase on the highway waiting for some kind/bored soul to pick me up. Also I have a blister on my right heel, but I have managed to hack my way out of the pain by wearing my running shoes like slippers. My shoes are colored like a construction worker.

There are some thoughts for you all to decode.

Best of luck to all, and know it can always be found in adventure.

ps. Anyone looking for adventure, let me know. You know my general direction.

An Evening Crunch

I have been sticking to the bulletproof diet. Well sort of. This diet takes into consideration the sources of your food, removes foods we are highly sensitive to (did you think tomatoes were really healthy?), and destroys the old world view that fat is unhealthy. The view that fat makes you fat.

We NEED fat, and lots of it. The problem isn't fat, it's where it is sourced. A cow that is fed a combination of grains to increase it's weight or dairy output will never come close to the health gains of grass-fed dairy. I can make these claims, as can the science behind the difference in nutrient content from dairy/meat to vegetables, but it doesn't really connect until you experience it. You have to go out and fucking do it.

Like I said, sort of sticking to the diet. I just bought Miss Vickies Kettle-cooked home-made eye-pleasing-design bag of Lime & (yes ampersand!) Black Pepper naturally flavoured, non-artificialized in any way chips, and lost total control of my bodily functions for about 5 minutes. I ate one, was incredibly displeased with the flavour but put another in my yap as the crunch was incredibly satisfying, and then another, and then 5 at once. Now what the fuck just happened?

I lost my capacity to make good decisions, and sought after a dopamine rush these crisps must target to survive the marketplace. As I was making this 10:59pm on a Sunday night decision in a store that closed at 11:00pm, I was thinking to myself "if they have used real black pepper to flavour these chips, what are the mold levels on the peppercorns, and how were they sourced" along with "I'm not going to feel great after making this decision, but I know once I've committed $4 I'm going to eat this bag in one sitting".

The truth is though, I became so disgusted with myself after eating half the bag of chips that I knew if I would eat the entire bag, I would be fucked mentally, or if you're sensitive to harsh language, fogged. Because I was doing something I was telling myself not to do. If I'm going to do things my mind is telling me not to do, there's not really a point in keeping it turned on. In fact, the more of these pleasantly crunchy potatoes I jam into my gullet, the more effectively I silence that inner voice.

Whether it comes to food decisions or prostitution, it will be more than a clean bill of health you sacrifice.



You can check out The Bulletproof Diet to not only begin on a fully-functioning mind and body, but begin down the rabbit hole to see how far it does go.

Activate Story Mode

Guide to activating story mode:

As long as you have some form of income, nourishment,  basic social interactions, and the general understanding of how to keep yourself alive, you will continue to live; excitement doesn't need to exceed level 1, unless you seek to be ambitious or aren't currently meeting your criteria for success.

I often feel my life consists of thousands of short stories loosely fitting in to a self-defined chaotic life. How can I compile all these stories into the one; what I would like to identify as life lived, living, and to be lived, by me?

There is one easy explanation for the chaos, being there isn't a method for organization. I would like to show how such a method can be implemented as soon as right now. That's right, no time is needed, because we won't be working with a normal scale of time. It will still be there, and you will see how others identify time, and most shockingly how your idea of time effects those around you abiding by the methods you once used.

Perhaps before implementing this new scale of time we must ease into it; how can we hold a change so drastic, something we have never been used to before? Let us break into this thing slowly. Get a taste, step outside of it, go back and get another taste, and decide for yourself whether or not it is for you.

Some initial steps will cover a vision, once which is truly understood will we experience free will. By free will I don't mean choosing which series you want to binge watch on netflix this weekend, or if you'll go to the gym, or take the long way home this time; this can be so easily defined and assumed by a simple mathematical understanding. Let us delve into a bit of geometry, starting off with:
(The names aren't really important; for some reason I thought intelligence meant you knew what a dodecahedron was.)

Triangle - 3 points where two lines meet with a  total of 3 lines.
Rectangle - 4 points, 4 sides all connected.
Stop sign - 8 points, 8 sides connected.
How I thought we understood the circle - 360 points, 360 sides connect.

As we keep increasing the numbers, the shape turns closer and closer into a circle.

Imagine your day to day activities; you may have 360 lines to follow, 360 points where you make a decision for each point. Let's just make it an average for the sake of this example. It may seem like a lot, or a little depending on how you a currently perceiving time. Considering you are sleeping 7 hours a night, this just one conscious decision on average every 3 minutes.

You may appear to be quite intoxicated to others if this is your reaction time on the road, so we can probably say a bit more attention need be paid while driving. Okay, maybe 360 conscious actions a day are rather small, but in all honesty most of our daily commutes don't require the attention of a F1 driver, and could be performed by the average zombie after enough practice.

What if we had conscious ability for every action taken? Let's say you're in a high intensity sport like MMA, and developed the ability for 4 conscious movements a second (How to measure this? just an example, bear with me), in a 5 minute match we have 1200 decisions, or a 1200 side and 1200 point shape. (that link was clearly misleading, but can you see how it ties in?)

Let's end the geometric analogy here with the circle: Consider we have a shape with 10^100 (Ten with 100 zeros) points and sides. If it fit on the average piece of paper, it would appear to us a perfect circle. Zooming in close enough we would find imperfections, and however time consuming it be, we would be able to count all of the sides. Galileo's description of the circle is "infinite sides, non-quantifiable and indivisible." This is the key to total free will. I could end this here; if this is understood it's practice can be implemented immediately.

If you can grip the power of the mind, you too can have story mode. There are a few problems that arise right away that have led some minds to madness, from the tendency to reject every attempted reaction and there not being an action to take it's place. To avoid many of these issues, a necessity to put in place is a vision. This will require something to aim for, but never to reach. In-between there will be many goals that will be accomplished, and many goals that will fail, but they will never stop coming up if your vision is bigger than you.

Now this vision can be anything. It can be unethical, it can be moral, it can be money oriented, but it must be bigger than you and infinite. Your life is not infinite as far as we know, but there is an infinite amount of space between 1 and 2. A quick proof of this is to take the sequence:
1, 1/2, 1/4, 1/8...
where we continue to double the denominator. If we add these numbers together it creates this beautiful sequence:
1, 1 1/2, 1 3/4... 1 255/256...
Getting closer and closer to two, but never reaching it. NEVER. Holy fuck.

Now if you do have the time here is one of my favourite visions in the making before our very eyes. From a series of essays, we find one man's explanation of another man's vision. This series will take up a few hours, but is well worth the read if you want to join me in the adventure to infinity (there is no beyond Mr. Buzz Lightyear, you god damn moron.) If it was too long and you did not read, it's about Elon Musk from Tesla to Space X to colonizing Mars, and beyond.

I will cut this short here; if you would like to learn more on specific topics, please comment on what intrigues you; let's develop this together. There is no end. If not, there is still more to come, but you have the chance to act in hopes of making me react. This is the beginning of control!

Escape

Just incase it's too difficult to imagine my voice whilst reading:

Listen to this while reading

(Please ignore the garbage truck commentary, that's what I meant. It is so loud in my room it disrupts my mental patterns.)

I recorded this as I had the thought; this was catered for my ears only. These are some of my thoughts  and while listening to it before posting it for the outside observer, I added a few lines to follow while listening to make more sense of the rabble.


Ridho is a friend I met in Kathmandu from Australia, he is planning to go traveling again, back to Nepal. Why back to Nepal Ridho?

I mean "Without this conscious recognition"

I would walk back into my prison means I would think I needed to return to Alberta to survive.

Spoiler alert for Shawshank redemption. I just assume everyone has seen it.

It's obvious what he has escaped from because he knows he is in a prison.

A really good job that you don't like but you feel obligated to stay; this obligation applies to the rest of the examples.

Collisions and Cold Calling

Just a quick update. I had a bicycle accident, and I annoy the hell out of people.

Link

Stuck in India

Okay, listen guys, it's really long because I just listened to it all. Almost two hours. Go be productive at the gym, or learn coding, or hula-hooping.


Institutionalized

Je T'aime, Internet.

Blogging is like yelling into the abyss. I shout in a combination of pitches, and the louder I yell the farther the echoes travel; forever bouncing around among shouts on the internet. They are all free to float about, trollish or enlightening, in search of their similar pitch. The internet is a free society; working out it's kinks in it's young age, but already providing a clear picture of what a free society could be. To define this free society, let us appreciate:

Bitcoin: a way to define value, in a way that fiat currencies cannot. Bitcoin can be traded without having a central repository, and isn't controlled by a single administrator. It removes the high fees that come with using credit or debit, and will remain on a "gold standard", where they can be mined in annually halted increments, and then there will be no more that are created. They cannot be printed at will when the administrator needs more bitcoin, causing the value of everyone else's bitcoin to lower, because nobody is given this power! (Or claims it while backed by a military)

Bandcamp: a website where musicians can market themselves directly, not having to go by any standards of what a radio station will play, or what the average sheep is listening to, but it is freedom to create and market whatever your definition of music is, and to let the music appreciators decide if it's worth their buck. With the internet came hundreds of genres of music; I think the question of do you like rock, pop, hip-hop, country, or classical is long gone. Now you can befuddle your elders by answering Trap.

Education: accessible to anyone with an internet connection, you can load up on almost any of the worlds information. The next big step for this often free education would be learning how to structure that knowledge; knowing what to pay (value or time) for, and how to apply it in a way it fits altogether. Imagine if you wouldn't have to waste 18 years of your life going to mandatory government enforced schools, and you could be guided on a certain path you naturally excelled in! Would you need 18 years if it was all dedicated to what you wanted to learn?

Kickstarter: you've written a beautiful play and want to produce, or you've designed an emergency phone charger powered by a candle and some water, you can post it to this website, clearly stating why you need the funding, and people will judge if the world needs it with their dollars. You can scroll through a number of interesting projects, visible for all eyes to see. This could be easily applied to many projects, from a $10,000 to hire your actors to running an entire city. "We have created a citywide solar project that will significantly reduce the need for dirty power; if you would like to fund our production, as it would improve your life in x amount of ways, please vote with your dollars (or bitcoins)! At the moment it's not really so we don't get a choose what we fund, it's taken by force. What happens if you don't pay your taxes, and why isn't there an openness for where those funds are allocated?



Some days I think I should post something new even if I don't feel like it; this is whispering into the abyss, or perhaps talking as though words only need to reach across the street. I only try to yell. No inside voices allowed. What do you tune in for, or how did you find your way here? Maybe you were concerned about the dangers of hot coffee, or maybe as your car radio was on scan, a song came on you could rock out to (parked safely with your seatbelt on of course) and you check back to J92.9 for a new tune.

The night before catching the ferry on Manitoulin island, I cycled under a sky of well-lit fireballs, and with fireflies along the ditches until around midnight. (I was going to write flickering fireflies, but I suppose I wouldn't have noticed them otherwise). I found this great place to set up camp 15km from the ferry I planned to catch in the morning. At 7am, I looked about with squinted eyes and saw house, beside which stood an old man. He walked over to me as I frantically searched for pants, and with a smile, he mentioned if I arrived earlier, he would have let me sleep inside. I sure hope he's well, and sometimes wonder what it would be like if we were both lumberjacks.

Stuck in Canada

Here's a slightly lengthy audio clip about some of my experiences in the Canadian Psychiatric ward, and a little on the one in India.

Institutionalized

Sault est Soo?

Daniel 

Lake Superb

I made it to Sault Ste Marie. Cycled part way with a German I met in Winnipeg, and caught up with the great gypsy pirate king Liam. I upgraded my tires in beautiful chilla Kenora; 700x32mm so I'm nearly floating. The land gets more beautiful to the east; a good visual representation of the shit I'm leaving behind. Anyone care to hear about what one needs to do to get out of a psychiatric ward, or how an authority figure is above rationality, or why I have an unchanging definition for love that applies to everyone?

That sure escalated quickly. Speaking of which, hills are not a fucking issue. Everyone who wanted to chat in Northern Ontario somehow felt obligated to apologetically inform Daniel and I of the hills comes up. Hills are great when it's cold, you can stand up and allow blood to flow through your ass, and there is a high speed adrenaline rush beyond the peak.

First two days of kneebutt pain.

Strathmore to Brooks, 137km.

I left my glasses at a stop along the highway. I cycled through 4 hours of rain. I opened beans with a can opener I didn't know still existed. After a couple of hours, I got used to the 65lbs load and could guide John Galt down the shoulders of highway 1.
Knees: without pain.
Ass: pretty tender.
Mental efforts towards loss of sunnies: 8 minutes.

Brooks to Medicine Hat, 112km.

I slept just off the highway last night, hidden in tall damp grass. Semis woke me up before the sun, and I began an early start. 2 km later, I leaned my bike next to some guard rails and sat along side the road in my sleeping bag until the sun started working harder. Almost continuous headwinds, one menthol cigarette and approaching 80km/h fully loaded, I made it to Starbucks to plan tonight's campout.
Knees: need new bearings.
Ass: less painful than yesterday.

Calgary to Montreal: Clipped in a clipless pedal.

I'm cycling to Montreal.

Let us break up this sentence into a bit more detail:

I, me, myself, neatly wrapped in a sack of skin, have been uncomfortable sinking into my black hole of a bed. I have been rather uncomfortable waiting for a new mental diagnoses each time my doctor decided to stop by the psych ward*. I have been slightly uncomfortable being with people who blame what they do on love, with a twisted definition I don't use.

Cycling, with two wheels holding up what was named a Trek 520. Along with my 190lb dainty frame, John Galt will be sporting a rear and front rack each supporting two panniers, one handlebar bag, and all that I have deemed necessary for the 4000km journey. Photos to come after John Galt is dressed.

To is just a preposition.

Montreal: A place I will dive into head-first, from learning the tongue to mapping the best minds in the city.

I used to think a trillion trillion was the biggest number in the world. Do you have the brain space for this number?

http://waitbutwhy.com/2014/11/1000000-grahams-number.html

ps. I'm open to challenge propositions for the cycle.

Taking a Deeper Look

*Thoughts related to the last three posts, and my experiences last night/early morning.

Looking back as to why I was held responsible for covering the fee of 7000 Indian Rupees to the police can be easily traced back to what seems to be an openly corrupt state. While I nor my soon to be attackers were in no way harming anyone by being on the streets at midnight, the police saw an often practiced opportunity to, through the use of force, extract some paper. After attaining human connection with one of the officers beyond who he becomes wearing his tan attire, I was told to go home, and up the road I managed to hitch a ride the full 4kms.

Whether or not this officer had the foresight, these mid-twenties boys could not afford to pay the fee to release the impounded scooter; they could not ask their families assumedly for financial reasons, fear, and probably both; they did not want to "steal" the money as humans are moral creatures; the easiest step they saw was to convince themselves I was the demon who caused these problems (I'm sure there is already an evil god in Hinduism named Jayden). They acted simply as they had been taught: it is moral to use force to achieve an end. They were prepared to beat me with stones, and threaten the family that was hosting me. If I were to continually resist, they were capable of going through all the motions eventually reaching murder (and at a much faster rate in their intoxicated state). If sadism can be quantified, I wouldn't label them as extremists, as I noticed many times morality and reason would cross their minds, to the point even through poor communication, they would begin to walk away but shortly after a cognitive dissonance would arise, and the crazed look of desperation took over their brutalized psyches.

I could have easily fled Kochi, but that thought instantly brings up the threatened family I mistakenly dragged into the problem. I went to an atm, and paid the fine.

"That India is a dangerous country" you say, "I'm so glad I live in country x, this would never happen in MY country." Following a longer set of steps, what happens if you don't pay your taxes?

A Few More Important Details

The man who lives here, and who is trying to calm the assailants down, is going to the hospital in 24 hours to pass a kidney stone, has two sons in their young teens, and doesn't have the energy at 5:30am to shoo away the ruffians. I will have to pay Baksheesh to these gents, for they will only cause more issues. Right now they are discussing the bribe.

Part 3

The family came and knocked on my door, and after 5 hesitant minutes decided to answer. They have told me to stay in the room tomorrow for the full day, and would go to the police station and sort this out.

I still went out to find my cord.

Fists of Fury and his sidekick are still outside.

I have my cord,

Updated, LIVE!

They are at my door now knocking away. This might cost me some money. I still want my cord, and will have to leave Fort Kochi very very soon. It's 5am. How long can I outlast them?

The 5 D's of Dodgeball, and Why You Shouldn't Visit India Without Them

After finishing lonely Canelloni in Fort Kochi's Art Cafe, I took off to the beach to have an ice cream and a coconut. A random opportunity approached to go for a spin on a random gent's scooter. He owns a clothing shop in the tourist section of Fort Kochi, but apparently didn't own the scooter. We went out, I purchased some off-sale beers on a promise we were great friends, and he would of course return the deed Stopping off at many large groups that after a couple minutes of banter became J's "best friends". After rolling about 10 cigarettes to give our large group of friends, it was time to head back to the homestay. 5 minutes too late. The police arrived with many questions, and failed to recognize my driver's license as a valid ID in India. This is important for the police to believe, as they can now confiscate the scooter, following some made up law (all laws are made up) that those types of scooters are not allowed after a certain time, or something as equally ridiculous.

A bit more communication leads to one of the men in a sandy brown suit telling me to go home, so I started to walk what was going to be a 4km run/jog/hide back to my homestay. A man on a 150cc sport bike drives past me slowly, stopping 50m ahead to take a better look. I asked for a lift, and we raced through the empty streets, managing to stay ahead of bright jeep lights. Safe and sound at the homestay, lucky me.

Unfortunately for me, J and I left on his scooter after the beach to drop off some of my valuables at the homestay, and his memory still served him after he had claimed many times it was failing him because he drank so much. I popped out of my room still high on adrenaline to cool down, and heard some loud voices walking down the driveway to mi casa. I tried to calm them down so we could discuss what had happened, and found that they wanted me to come to the police station with them to get back the scooter. After I had left, the police drove their scooter to the station. I was in no mood to leave with the loose cannons who both stumblingly threw a few punches my way, only hitting my chest. His English wasn't great, and my Hindi/Malayalam isn't that great either, so his next step after changing from "friends" to "fists of fury" was to pick up a rather large rock, at which point I decided to sprint up the stairs to my room, dropping my headphone cord on the way.

I've been in here for a couple of hours, and the yelling subsided perhaps 20 minutes ago.

I really want to get my cord.

Thought Disruption

Never again will I visit Australia. I have begun typing this post 4 or 5 times in the past week, erasing the many tangents of anger that arise for you, the reader's sake. I would like to focus on one idea that made me think twice about being curious, that made me fear looking into the eyes of the dead passers-by; a collective idea that asks participation of its new victim, an attack that wears down the psyche to the point of adopting the idea, or fleeing the country. Call it what you want, but I prefer cannibalism. Walking alone is dangerous unless, well, I assume it may be easier if one blends into the mundane dress, loud Australian accents can be heard gossiping about you even through the noise made from headphones. Here is one of my favorites, let me set the scene:

A damsel in distress with her significant other, this is me, sporting newly purchased trainers while running a few errands after a visit to the doctor in downtown Melbourne. We were approaching a couple of sporty looking fellows who looked as though they liked to mix up visits to the gym with weights and juice that works more effectively than a protein-enhanced beverage, and the exact words that came out of one of their mouths, while he was looking down, after we intersected was: "Fuck this guy". After a short while I found he wasn't going to do the fucking, nor was his mate Ray Roidsy. Perhaps he was suggesting to the damsel a fun exercise she could perform with me, which I would prefer to believe but the tone suggested nothing of the sort. What I am suggesting is after viewing my attire to try and come up with an answer as to why I was with such a magnificent creature, a conclusion was reached that my bright red shoes had lured her. I felt a deep-seated battle in this gent; I was disproving his theory that "big strong man walk, eat, make baby, go shopping, watch movie with beautiful woman". "Could there be more to a person than his physical strength?" popped up into his thoughts, but he managed to strangle the thought before it could create a lasting synapse.

I'm having blank thoughts after 30 minutes of deciding what a follow-up to this could be, so I will leave it at that.

I'm back in India.

Awareness of Gravity

It's darker than it should be; trivial problems are accumulating faster and faster. The nervous tic triggers a regressive posture. Forward motion has plateaued; hills fade with the light; march falls into a stumble. A gawky stumble. I can no longer type when you enter the room, you are the best thing in the future, the times call for a sweater. The pensive calling you a bad person asthough it's missed orange juice and coffee. What steals the light? The trampoline is missing protective foam on , some springs seem to be missing and the weight it used to support feels halved. I have some spare springs, they needn't be used till the ice melts. 

"Spring has sprung the grass has riz, I wonder where the flowers is."

Altering The Mind

The person I am yet to speak of is one who has become comfortable with change; he accepts, adapts, and seeks change. Whether it be from the daily routine or quitting a long working commitment, switching off the robotic mode allows one to remain aware of what is happening real-time: now. When things become too comfortable one begins to develop distractions from the mundane. Unnecessary dramas being more prevalent in a social atmosphere, including gossip, put-downs, physical and mental aggressions... Who hasn't heard someone who speaks about another loudly but indirectly? Is the key focus to develop the muscles of the jaw? If one feels he could not say such things to another directly, it is an act of cowardice; a cry for change from the mundane. He is one who wants his own experience, but only tempts the idea. Let his curiosity build up without engaging in the aggression. He will better learn to make a change from leadership, rather than dictation or a total disengage.

Chats

Deal with things instantly,.Do you need time to dance around what needs to be said? Two people will benefit from an interaction that has substance, where the normal etiquette is either forgotten or passed over quickly if there has not been connection or respect. Man takes his fellow man that believes in what he says seriously, and can recognize when emotions are involved creating illogical conversation based on opinion, cognitive dissonance, and lack of experience. When uncontrolled emotions are tied to past experiences, the reality becomes biased. Without enough conscious attention spent on now, one may create mental edits to past experiences. If several people are engaged in conversation, each reality is based on ones respect for his fellow man. If each member has equal respect, everyone feels comfortable listening to what each person has to say, as one who has such respects knows he can learn from every interaction he encounters. Learning from every encounter at the exact moment, without mental clutter or emotional filters allows one to dive into the truths of the universe. While acquaintances are acquired with memories of previous interactions, these do not create friendships, they place mental expediencies on future converse, therefore adding another distraction to the now and unfulfilled expectations. Real friendships develop when what one has an impulse that becomes necessary to say and a mutual belief comes about. One cannot hope to be liked by everyone, and being "nice"will not lead a conversation anywhere. Being nice doesn't involve flattery or silence when one withholds an impulse to say something that may benefit all parties. With concentration on the now, the emotions presented are easily managed, which allows for the very attractive trait of subtle wit and objective reasoning.