July 15, 2011 @ 12:51 am by sean
Five views? I haven’t even finished editing. Maybe it’s tallying mine. Five people don’t read this. Especially not from the states it lists. Weird.
When a black woman, unknown, compliments one’s shoes, and then one’s style, it’s something worth noting on xanga.
I’ve been working from home for a week now, which has proved slightly unproductive in work (didn’t have much of a to-do list) but highly productive in arbitrarial observation.
I might misuse ‘arbitrary’ throughout this. Which maybe proves my point. (either the general one, or the specific one down there about outsourcing my knowledge to google-searches, which I don’t care to reference currently.)
So, Joel is up working from Harbor Springs, Michigan this week. He happened to see The Good Lovelies over the weekend. I just happen to have my weekend alarm set to the Good Lovelies. It’s quite a way to start a weekend. The Good Lovelies are playing this weekend at Beaver Island, just off the Lake Michigan coast from Harbor Springs. Turns out, one time a mormon patriarch called himself ‘king’ of part of Beaver Island, his own little Mormon Kingdom. There’s also a lighthouse up for grabs just between Harbor Springs and Beaver Island. What an awesome place to live. Just as the mormon seceded from the US, in a way, 29 states (I couldn’t verify that) apparently have secessionist movements. Vermont seems to be the most prominent. What a great idea! I’d love to stay in this geographical space without actually being part of this country. North Dakota has a way out, because it turns out it was never actually a state. It’s been a territory all along. But instead of getting out, their amending the constitution to stay in. How weird is that to consider? We’ve taken it as fact all along that North Dakota is a state – in regards to the arbitrary rules we came up with that decided what a state ‘is.’ Nope. There’s only 49 of us. That’s on par with excommunicating Pluto. Not quite on par with the Phantom Time theory. Here’s an infographic version by a guy who makes incredible infographics. A google search for the original thesis is far more convincing than the wikipedia article (a conspiracy theory? really? who is it “conspiring” against?). That’s unsettling. It’s actually 1714. Dates, calendars, it’s all arbitrary. But. It’s 2011. Not 1714. Though I’m at least 50% convinced of this theory. Last night Andrew read aloud a chapter out of a book called The Discoverers. He read a chapter in particular about the bringing of mechanical and spring loaded clocks to China from Europe. 1300’s I think. Don’t quote me on that. Minds were blown. Quote me on that. Chinese actually had them 500+ years prior, but with each new dynasty came a destruction of the previous dynasty’s clocks, calendars, and history (what Semisonic was really alluding to in Closing Time. “every new beginning…). So that knowledge was wiped away. Just like we have to wipe away our knowledge that North Dakota has ever been a state. And that the middle ages existed. Forget it. It’s all so arbitrary. Sure, we can measure time based on the spin of electrons and the movement of atoms. But really, it’s just days. The Earth is an oblate spheroid that rotates upon it’s axis and when it completes on rotation (but based on what arbitrary point in space?) we get a ‘day.’ That’s as specific as we get. 24 hours? Make it 25. Doesn’t matter. Make it 4. That’s what I’ve been thinking while working from home. The clock, time, doesn’t matter, especially when I work from home. We do morning prayers at the house at 7:30 am – that time matters. Eventually after that I start working. Work until I’ve worked for eight hours. No pressure to get home by six to get to the bakery, I can go on my lunch break if I need bread. Not pressed for time to do laundry in the evening, it can be in washing while I’m working. Church needs help with something in a little bit? Sure, I’ll help. Just make it up later. No hour and a half + of commute. So I’ll have a four hour day. And they won’t be even hours. There will be the hour that starts at 7 am on the traditional clock. It takes me the equivalent of roughly 30 traditional minutes to eat and shower before morning prayers. Then I leave for work once prayers happen to be over. So the first hour of the day is when I wake up, until I arrive at work. Hour two starts when I get to work. It ends when I leave. It’s roughly 8.5 traditional hours after I arrive, but that’s not set in stone. Lunch happens when I get hungry, not at a specified time on the clock. Lunch is over when I’ve finished eating and tarried long enough. So long as I have time to get home in time for music practice on Monday, soccer on Tuesday, and whatever else ends up happening on Wednesday, Thursday, and Friday. So hour two is variable. Hour three spans the time when hour two ends – when I leave work – until I go to bed. No set time there. Hour four is when hour three ends – whenever I fall asleep – until I wake up, which happens to be 7 traditional hours after the accepted point when the Earth completes and starts a new rotation upon it’s axis. See? It’s all so arbitrary. And it all becomes far more arbitrary and flexible when I work from home. Tonight, I had three things possible for my newly termed 3 o’clock. Two didn’t happen, because the other went later than I expected. But no matter what time the clock said, I wasn’t going to leave Linda’s funeral for either of those other two things. I appreciate that most other things function on set time. But I don’t need it. Weeks? Months? Forget ’em. Currently it’s warm. Eventually it’ll be time to wear sweaters and jackets, but there is no moment of delineation. Then it’s time to be continuously aware of one’s skin in the cold. Then it’ll be time to cast off coats and start to wear the brighter colors of my wardrobe again. Then it’ll be time for swimming, and constant outdoor activities.
Perhaps this all smacks of post-modernism, or something I don’t care to google search right now. But that would merely be a matter of consequence. Another matter of consequence – my neighbors whom I’m convinced are drug dealers only seem to let their dog out at night, right about the time I’m trying to make it what is my newly termed four o’clock. It seems they only let it out at night because I don’t hear it barking during the day, but it’s currently 12:44 am according to the traditional clock, and it’s been barking the same as it does every night. Non. Stop. The consequence being, one o’clock will be miserable tomorrow. And I will harbor negative feelings towards my neighbor (I officially put forth that anyone who lets their dog bark for a continuous 10 minutes after the traditionally accepted 10 pm, immediately revokes any dog possession rights for five years, and one year for every minute thereafter.)
I’ve been learning Lua for work, the first real programming language I’ve learned outside of html. Anything seems possible. Lua is a language, and it has some specific ‘grammer’ rules. But being a programming language, it’s a language where I determine what the words are, and what the definitions of those words are. Talk about arbitrary. I think I could program a clock that functions on this four hour day. Well, maybe in a few weeks. Haha, there’s those weeks again. *Edit* Well, maybe after I learn a bit more, in another 15-20 or so of my newly termed work hours. When one is opened up to the world of creating through programming, the rest of the created world seems like an arbitrary skin. Look, our galaxy isn’t even very big. Andrew and I have similar thoughts about knowledge. Though, he actually knows and remembers things, while I just remember the basics so I can look up my google-search-outsourced-memory/knowledge base. But consider how long it would take, if some catastrophe wiped out most of humanity, how long it would take to have refrigerators again. Isn’t it weird that catastrophe ends in a ‘e’? And the short-hand of refrigerator adds a ‘d’? Just think about how different the world could be if we had to start over again. Nothing has to look/work the way it does. (unless the rash of article in the last few months of New Scientist about us having no free will are accurate, then I suppose nothing matters at all anyway. at which point, you should stop bothering to read this, your consciousness is merely an arbitrary biproduct of neural activity.) I want to make a solar cooker. I can, but Andrew has great ideas on how to make a quality one. I’ve had the notion to for a while, just never had motivation. Imagine it though, I already neglect the “time” on recipes and just consider the quinoa cooked when it’s cooked. So now to remove the stove entirely, and the clock on it, and just cooking by the heat of the sun. Just eat it when it’s ready. Not even connected to the gas company and the clocks they run on. I could absolutely not make a mechanical clock, however. Or a spring wound clock. I have no frame of reference to conceptualize how it’s possible (or, currently, the interest to even look it up on the internet). But if most of humanity ended, I don’t think I’d want one. Awake or asleep. Alive or dead. Good ‘nough. In that instance, at least. There are a few cultures left who don’t have terms for anything less then days, or anything more than a few days. Our current perception isn’t inevitable, just arbitrary. Just think if we applied Wendell Berry’s nine criteria to all the technology we’ve adapted. This could be a very different world. It’s why I’m sympathetic to the socialism/communism/anarchism progression (though distributionism currently holds the economic theory prominence in my heart). It takes into consideration the well being of everyone, not just those with the capital. Capital is like mechanical clocks. Arbitrary. Especially without a gold standard or equivalent. If we hold all of the worlds resources in common, the one with capital can’t screw over the guy in the forest by obliterating his natural resource to make more capital. If we actually took into consideration the huge amount of waste generated by our conspicuous consumption of mobile technology. That the technology is comprised of rare earth metals found only in remote parts of Africa, or else China, and the amount of cultural and environmental damage it does to wantonly mine for those bits to support our addiction.
Another way to sum up those nine criteria and the best parts of socialism, et al, is the same as the summary of the law and the profits:
Love the Lord your God with all your heart, soul, and mind. Likewise, love your neighbor as yourself.
If only…. this could be a very different world.