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Dear Gates,

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What are you, exactly?

Some would use you to close themselves, to deny parts of the world; others would tear you down at any cost.

If you were behind a gate for so long that you’d forgotten what was on the other side, what would you say if it suddenly crumbled? What would you say if the sun was so bright and blinding that you didn’t recognize the shapes and colors around you? If your eyes hadn’t yet adjusted to its rays?

Gates, try to see it from a different point of view. Understand the gated. Suddenly, there’s no need for this.

Robert Frost says Good fences make good neighbors.  I like that dude. He was a good dude. Piling rocks is good for property management. Boundaries are delightful tools. I use them when I want privacy. Let’s just keep those rocks at waist level. Let’s just make sure we can see each other’s faces.

Is one struggle any different from another?

Actually, it’s completely different. Those differences don’t matter. It’s the person, not the mask.

Sincerely,

E~Z~

 

PS know your role
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07/02/2013 · 10:19 PM

Silence.

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You know what’s really nice?

Quiet.

Deep, deep quiet.

Sometimes there’s no noise, but it’s not quiet.

I like quiet.

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05/03/2013 · 1:05 AM

Dairy: An opinion

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In my opinion, dairy farming is very strange practice.

Dairy: it’s process of extraction is strange; our need to extract it is bizarre; and whichever historical expletive decided to squeeze that first bovine nipple, and then actually go ahead and drink the liquid that squirted forth: he, or she, was insane.

But everyone did it, right? The Mongolians even have this fermented milk drink. I think it’s their official drink. It really is a common evolutionary step for almost all people. Am I the only one who thinks old blocks of solid cheese is just the biggest circus in the supermarket? I mean, besides the sodas and Slim Jims.

…but no one seems to question it.

Cheese: moldy milk.

You know?

Yogurt: old milk.

I question food.

Question food. Especially if it’s questionable. But seriously. O.D.ing on milk and corn and mammals is really easy in the U.S. Don’t get me wrong: some days, I can be downright carnivorous. I’ve even been known among my vegetarian friends to make note of the texture of meat strands, cartilage, etc. on my plate.

All I’m really saying is its good practice to question authority. The norm. You know?

Please do comment.

Thanks for reading.

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05/01/2013 · 2:52 AM

Balance and War

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There are ways to look within, and there are ways to look without. In battle, or in any tactical situation, I find myself balancing the world around me with the world inside me.

I play strategy games, so let’s use that as an example. I’ve found that, in most strategy games, the first step to victory is to find a weakness in your enemy—the world outside—as opposed to what many people seem to think is the path to victory, reliance on one’s strengths—the inside world.

I find that the reason for weakness being the best response is that weakness, incompleteness, is the state of the world. It’s all we know as humans: if we were to understand everything all at once we would be God, if you ask me. Complete, omnipotent, everything. But that’s just beyond our grasp.

In fact, the very nature of war is incomplete. War: two proposed opposing paths. Which one is right?

But the truest path through war is often to find the fault in the opposing strategy, since the nature of war is incompleteness.

By the way that’s not always true. Sometimes it’s best to be right, rather than to focus on your opponent’s flaws. Maybe your opponent has sensed that you focus too strongly on his or her flaws, and has changed his or her strategy—but you may not have noticed this, because you are so intent on what you believe is wrong. This headstrong and mule-like way of thinking is much like being right, and it lends itself to over-analysis and “going too far.”

There’s a “going too far” mode. It’s like the Old Man and the Sea.

The Old Man and the Sea is an old tale of an old man who lived on an island, in a simple fishing community. He was often ridiculed by others who lived near him, mostly because they did not believe that he would catch any fish.

But one day, the old man went very far out to sea. Much farther than was usual. He caught a gigantic marlin in an epic fight—but he was so far out to sea, that on the grueling journey back home, the marlin carcass was eaten by sharks, which the old man fended off with his oar for awhile.

When he got back he had the skeleton, but he was alive.

Understanding that war is always dependent on a set of rules is crucial. If you’re playing chess, you must understand how the pieces move—further, too, you must understand your opponent, how he thinks, how she plays. Can this become a psychological game? Can I bait my opponent into being rash? Can I predict that he will pin my knight, since he loves utilizing his queen every time we play?

Predictability is important. I hope to talk about that and the Cannae Maneuver sometime. Wikipedia it if you want, it’s a cool battle from ancient times.

But other rules, they can be gravity. They can be the fact that your opponent has got 10,000 mounted archers and your army is mostly footmen. You know you’ll be less dexterous. The trick is to work with what you’ve got, to turn the unchangeable into your advantage.

Say you’re coming around a street corner and this 200 pound, 7-11 burger eating, Monster energy drinking, belching, farting behemoth comes trampling your way, tearing up the grass and pebbles with his size thirteens. Let’s say also your weight is less than 150. Do you push him back? He’s got a hell of momentum. You probably step out of the way. Remember: he only hurts you if he can hit you. 

You don’t fight him head on, because he’s “right” that he’s big and strong. What you do is you find a weakness, a wrong, in his strategy.

Improvisation and willingness to change and bend to different, new and/or unexpected rules and situations: that is another key. But it’s another key for another time. Adaptation.

 

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04/30/2013 · 3:16 AM

A Steaming Pile of Windows 8

Windows 8 seems to be a steaming pile of baboon dung. Free market’s cool, but I cannot physically operate Windows 8 without feeling like the entire experience is conditioning me to buy stuff I don’t need. Naw, worse. It’s conditioning me to be in a constant position and frame of mind to mindlessly purchase.

The applications are just there. All the time. But I don’t want to rely on apps–***********8*I need more, always I need more, because my life isn’t fulfilling but applications shall fulfill me, and I feel comforted in knowing that I have access to applications on all devices that I own********8***–The new format really seems to be designed to force me into buy-mode.

But what really bothers me is that diabolical fucking start menu. This Lucifer hell-spawn distraction from the abyss is just completely intent on drawing me in to clicking on things that I don’t want to devote any time to. But now I have to, because if I want to get to the internet I have to look at all the other shit there, and get good at ignoring things–all those little squares I don’t want to see, like video games or movies. Are people really unintelligent, to the point where they need colored squares with I.Q.-lower-than-70 icons printed on them?

What is the reason for the corporate attitude that I haven’t got a brain? Or, if I’ve got one, that I should’t use it? The concept of icons is to use recognition as an immediate response, so I don’t have to think–“oh, a video game controller–if I click that, I get to play.” Or: “Oh, a musical note.”

I already have a hard enough time surviving in this world of constant streaming live information overload. But I’m afraid it’s only going to become more difficult in the future.

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04/29/2013 · 4:26 AM