I had a fantastic idea for a post last night.  It was great, I mean really great and inspiring too.  Unfortunately, I didn’t write it down and woke up without a trace of it in my memory.  All that remains is an inaudible echo or faceless impression…

and this post.

I have to make up on the spot.  Consider this post to be the Jim Belushi of posts.  John is gone and there is nothing I can do.  Sigh.

Memory is a beautiful gift.  A wonderful electromagnetic gift.  One technique that I have used to detach from past anger or pain and forgive is what I call ruining the record.  For instance, out in public one day a woman who was obviously having a bad day scowled at me exclaiming “get out of my way”!  I wasted about two minutes farming the anger that she threw at me before I decided to re-write the script.  I sat in my car visualizing her doing the exact same thing, except this time she was wearing a pink bunny costume.  I did the exercise again and she was dressed up like Santa Claus.  I began to laugh and my joy returned.  I felt compassion for her and what happened that day, this life to have her acting like that towards someone who is just totally awesome and humble.

I’m not necessarily saying that it is healthy to do this in every instance but I do find it beneficial to disengage any anger that I have in any situation.  Our memory is not accurate anyways, so why hold on to it so tightly?  Scratch the record.  Add color.  Make a fun song play in the background of a shitty experience.  Loosen the hold that memory has over you.  When I say memory is a gift, I mean that it is something to be enjoyed and not something to hold us hostage.

That being said, this post was way less exciting than the one the I forgot.

Thoughts, inventions or ideas seem to be like general bubbles that float unattached through the electromagnetic ether.  Our brains, being receivers can tune into this or ignore it at will.  A pen is a wonderful tool for anchoring a bubble into material manifestation.  The lesson here is to write shit down!!!!!!!

Especially great ideas.

SPOILER ALERT!  Nothing actually happens.

The sun apparently moved through a galactic center which is pretty neat.  Originally, I didn’t think that the infinite had a fixed center per se but what do I know?  I do know this; I woke up on December 22, 2012, had a cup of coffee, a shower and continued to enjoy my day.  I also prayed that humanity will finally stop projecting hope or fear on some future date and work NOW to make life more enjoyable, manageable and easier for others.

I still have mystery in my life.  A lot of it.  I just don’t believe that the stars are going to determine our fate.

Money is a fiction.

I will do my best to refrain from my usual ranting about banking systems.  You are welcome:)  I contemplate why we, as potentially unlimited creative beings would honor such a limiting concept.  I wonder how we can bring money back to its original intent of facilitating the goods and services between human beings as a neutral medium.

On my home planet, money and great ideas are one.  There are no politicians, only people who are screened, interviewed and hired to facilitate the manifestation of the great ideas.  We see what needs to be done and we do it as opposed to Earth where most see what needs to be done and then make excuses for it.  It is a simple way of being but I believe it could actually work on planet Earth.

The next time someone tells you of a great idea, refrain from immediately commenting that the idea would cost a fortune and just listen.  Just because the limiting idea of money is at large in this world doesn’t mean that we as creative beings have to play host to it.  Stretch and expand your brain as opposed to encasing in concrete.

Hope your day is great!

Ezra didn’t want the pressure of having to learn the sub-sequent Rubik’s cube algorhythms to make visual patterns.  I understood.

So, he decided to embark on a career as an electronic musician…

You can read more Reid at http://www.readreidread.com

Here is the link to the audio/video collaboration:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?feature=player_detailpage&list=UUK8RFXarVMoslj21of_1brg&v=rQEv-jrb3q8

We called it Morphogen.

The one thing that I love more than individual creativity is when someone adds to that individual creativity through spontaneous collaboration.  Collaboration in and of itself can be a pain in the ass but, when one artist is inspired to enhance the work of another and just does it without having to painstakingly consult with the other…

well this is what the creative commons is all about:)

You can read more Reid at http://www.readreidread.com

Recent events have surfaced a deep truth that I feel compelled to share.

You cannot expect fulfillment from a system that operates in a deficit. 

Think about this today as you attempt to do the impossible.

We can choose to carve out what we call “a living” off of the crumbs falling from those who control the system or we find the holes and fill them with what is needed and required.

We can attempt to escape the system via drugs, whether this be opiates, coffee, television, politics, work, sex or drama but yet, here we are… in it, with nowhere to go.

We can cut ourselves off and get back to “living off the land” but none of us here today knows what that means and will at one point require our greatest fear… other people who don’t think exactly like we do.  Uh oh!!!!

We can say that we are “just doing our job” but what if my job was to kill those who say “I’m just doing my job”?  What then?  Is my job somehow less important than YOUR job?

You cannot expect fulfillment from a system that operates in a deficit. 

We have become system dependent.  World dependent.  In some instances, this works, and somehow we equate that to a functioning system.  Job economy keeps us busy, dead, poor and slowly dying.  Of course it is ok to have a job.  This isn’t my point.  My point is that we live in a dying, sick and helpless world with an economy that is based purely on debt.  We created it.  We perpetuate it, whether by ignorance, profit of pure complacency.  We can change it.

You cannot expect fulfillment from a system that operates in a deficit. 

Today is really all you have.  You or the people you love might actually be gone tomorrow.  Sounds harsh but yet, the possibility haunts our sub-conscious.  If you have a complaint, then do something.  In other words…

Shut up!   Close your mouth and get on the solution.  This is why it was put in your life.  Do you really believe that you are helpless and your purpose is to complain about a dying world when you were sent here to work in service of the things you encounter?  Do we really believe that it is solely up to others to fix things?  What a limiting and ridiculous thought!

I say this to myself as well.

You cannot expect fulfillment from a system that operates in a deficit. 

Perhaps the very things that stress us are mere pressure points to ignite a necessary fire?

Chris’s pea brain:  It would probably be socially challenging if you had a speech disorder where you pronounced b’s as d’s and had to explain what the hobbits name was.

Chris’s greater sensibility:  That is such a stupid joke.

Pea brain:  No, it’s funny because that person would be talking about dildo daggins and dildo is a funny word.

Sensibility:  It’s stupid.  Just please don’t make it into another random post on your blog.  People don’t need to read that.

Pea brain:  Ok.  What about wishing I had created a sports drink called a “ziggy zig ahh”, that could be marketed by the aging spice girls?

Sensibility:  No!  Don’t.  Besides, you would’ve had to have that idea about 12 years ago to market it properly.  Shouldn’t you be thinking about other things?  Don’t you have a baby now?

Pea brain:  Yes, do you want to see a picture?

Sensibility:  You do realize that I am you and have seen all the pictures that you have right?

Pea brain:  Oh yeah.  What about a funny Chinese guy nick named ‘bah dump bump chink’?

Sensibility:  Definitely not!  That’s racist and people might take it the wrong way.

Pea brain:  There’s nothing funny about a guy named Wang!

Sensibility:  What?

Pea brain:  There’s nothing funny about a guy named Wang!

Sensibility:  I heard you the first time and again that’s racist.

Pea brain:  No it’s not.  I actually knew a Chinese guy named ‘Wang’ and he didn’t find anything funny about it at all.

Sensibility:  This is a ridiculous waste of time.  We could be doing more productive things.  Just don’t blog about this!

Pea brain:  Ok.  I won’t.

Make poverty history by increasing welfare thereby keeping people poor and dependent on a dysfunctional system?  Makes perfect sense to me.

My vote would be geared toward making all government positions a flat tax-free rate of $50 000 with a performance review every year.  This way we could put the newly freed funds toward improving education, wellness and infrastructure.  In Canada, we pay politicians a very healthy salary to steal from the commons.  Paul Martin (former Prime Minister) will continue to receive over $200,000 per year in Canadian pension and he is the man who signed the North American Union Act which effectively dissolved the trade borders between Canada, U.S. and Mexico.

If we look at this world of ours as a business, OUR BUSINESS, then we can quickly find out why it is in the shape its in by having it audited.  For the most part, individuals are kept occupied with jobs and television to be bothered.  As long as there are food pellets when we push the food pellet button we will put up with the condition of our cage system.

The trouble comes when we start asking real questions and truly think about what needs to be done.

By the way, no one making $250 000 per year from the problem will be willing to honestly seek out proper solutions and…

I wish people promoting band-aid causes would stop marketing them with absolute statements about ‘making poverty history’ when the very system they lobby creates the poverty in the first place.  Poverty is not an accident.

There is only hungry bellies and storehouses of wheat said the Buddha dude.  After this rant, you would think I could end it with a clever way to end poverty but I cannot.  The problem involves all of us and what we allow for ourselves and others.

The problem starts when the people who labored to make the stuff have 30% of the earnings stolen from them and a 300% profit margin added to the stuff they now have to buy back.  Then it spreads to the banks that ‘loan’ the difference with interest.  Now, everyone who created the stuff with their labor is busy working more to pay back fake loans from the banking illusion to buy the very stuff they made in the first place.  Those who fall through the cracks of this broken system can go fuck themselves because they are seen as less than those who are barely making it by with a $100 000 per year but up to their neck in debt.

My clever solution to this ridiculousness is that we all just stop.  Stop for one year.  Abandon the sinking ship and start helping each other build a better world based on a common vision.

First, we’d have to start a dialog about what that vision is while asking why we are so afraid of losing stuff in the form of material goods and antiquated ideas that imprison us.

Perhaps, it is how we define who we are.

This really doesn’t do any good things for my visual arts career does it?

For a week.

Kidding.  I’m committing to one per week with a concession that if I cannot for some reason that I won’t shit all over my self emotionally.  That being said, here is some random thoughts that I’ve thoroughly planned out and organized thus making them anything but random…

151.  Fatherhood has changed me so much.  I’m much more mature now and I pronounce it ‘matour’ as to add a level of sophistication.  That being said…

152.  I think that a great restaurant name would be “URANUS” and the tag line could be “a fine place to dine”.  I’d get someone else to run it as I wouldn’t want to be around the clientele that would come to eat at URANUS.

153.  This, I feel is more appropriate than the Klu Klux Klam seafood bar that serves white fish with burnt cross buns.

154.  I woke up thinking a simple thought.  If every capable human being on Earth right now would plant just three trees per year, we would potentially solve any de-forestation issues.  Perhaps this is an over-simplistic idea but seems doable.  I will start this summer.

155.  Usury was once illegal.  The price tag on the house I bought was $67, 000.  Not a bad deal considering what idiocy has happened in the market to date.  I didn’t have the cash on hand so I had to mortgage the property.  For 10 years, I paid $720 per month for almost 8 years which adds up to $69,120.  The current outstanding balance is about $49,000.  I’m pretty sure that usury should still be illegal because that is a shitty deal if you’re not the bank.

operator:”911 what’s your emergency?”

caller: “help a bunch of people have been and are being raped!!!”

operator: “sir, how can a bunch of people be simultaneously raped?”

caller: “it’s the bankers and tax people!!! Please help!!”

operator: “sir, I’m sorry, I cannot help you because that kind of raped isn’t against the law and I have to go…

caller: “what?  why do you have to go?”

operator: “because I’m being raped too.”

caller:  ”hello?”

156.  My new hobby is complaining to companies about their products.  Receiving vouchers for free products on a weekly basis is fun and encourages me to continue this hobby.  I tried once to just compliment a company and the response I got was “thanks”.  So much for that approach.

157.  My other new favorite hobby is staring at mysterious things to the left with Ezra.