Tuesday, 11 August 2015
Wednesday, 5 August 2015
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
Institutionalized
Sunday, 26 July 2015
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.
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.
Saturday, 25 July 2015
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
Institutionalized
Sunday, 5 July 2015
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.
Thursday, 18 June 2015
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.
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.
Sunday, 7 June 2015
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.
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.
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