My Personal Stuff
Not So Personal
Thoughts, Growth and Personal Stuff
Our world is without ritual. Not the globe mind you, just the sphere that each of us North Americans / Occidentals cocoon ourselves within. New Atheists embrace the rational world without God and superstitions. They are free to be and do what they wish to do, without stopping to think about their imaginary immortal soul. Christmas boils down to being about gifts, food and maybe a flight down to Mexico. They don’t run the risk of gaffing on a ritual and earning the wrath of their parish or their God. You can imagine what a load off your shoulders a ritual free lifestyle can be. But I went another way and opted to build a rebirth ritual with the help of my friends.
Longevity is a curse.
Our lifespan has increased dramatically as a key benefit of civilization. The Tomb of the Eagles on Orkney, off the north coast of Scotland, produced the remains of 342 people. The most common age of death was early adulthood, between fifteen and thirty. Only 1.5% of people were over 40, and very few lived to reach the age of 50. Our longevity has hockey sticked in the last century. We’re saving children from an untimely demise and we’re keeping the old alive longer.
I speak in pop-culture metaphors. It’s the best way I can describe what I want to convey. Forgive me. Darmok at Jalad.
Business : This Year
Tech, Pop-Culture and Marketing
"We're giving away vinyl LPs!" announced a friend. In the 1970s, on every move: I got to carry the LPs. When CDs came out, the discs in my spine welcomed the discs in the jewel cases. At last I will have my revenge. When I am done, I hope to be able to work 60 records into one suit of vinyl armor.
The birthday of the U.S., July 4th, is a day that is in common with hundreds of birthdays, deaths and other important events.
Sometimes, I follow the herd. Sometimes, I steer the herd. I always note the herd. I always keep my eyes open for the onset of a state change.
What's my million dollar idea? I'm going to leverage greed to make money.
The crest in patriotism was reassuring to see. I am concerned about whether we're wearing that adherence to being Canadian on the surface, or whether the core isn't so solid.
Sweat trickled down my back as I sat fuming in my car. Ahead of me, traffic was jammed tight. Six lumbering, mostly-empty buses were jockeying for position at a singular bus stop, preventing any traffic from crossing the intersection.