Note to readers as October rolls through
We are in the midst of a tsunami of change.
The relocation of my residence, previously-noted-and-put-into-motion, awaits one phone call before it becomes official reality, and then there’s the actual work.…
Most of the packing has been done and everything has been planned out to the nth degree. A bevy of people are on speed dial for the final flurry, which is scheduled to take place during the last week of the month. If the bank says no to the buyer, we’re staying put for the winter.
Sometime in November, there comes yet another phase in the evolution of my treatment for what has evolved to be a complex case of dysrhythmia. Old white men can’t dance, but that’s not what I’m talking about.
It’s become apparent that I’m going to have to meet up again with a bunch of people wearing gloves and masks and gowns.
Consequently, blog entries will be radically diminishing in number and volume over the course of the next month. Though I expect to return (I’ve already told the masked man I have complete faith in his competence), things will be a lot different when I return. For openers, my health will be better and more stable.
I’ll be focused a lot more on reading and analysis, and a lot less on the occurrences, news, propaganda, events and scariness du jour. [There’s been a certain sameness to it all, and I’ve traced its sources, as have many people, and there is increasingly little point in echoing their propaganda and Tavistockian fear-mongering so that someone who hasn’t understood can better sense what is going on/down.]
This is as good a place to any to suggest that you… yes, little ole you …. pick up the slack and start a blog (or a social network, or a discussion site) about news and events in your neck of the woods.
Frankly, I’m increasingly convinced that the only way we’re going to make any headway at all, since they’ve heavily infiltrated — if not taken outright ownership and control of — the mainstream media, and now the social media, and they are paying bloggers and commenters to counter those who squeak truth from the corners, is to ignore them and concentrate on manufacturing love and well-being while we communicate person-to-person about the global news/situation. But we have models for the information game…
In the days of Soviet Russia, they used samizdat — typed-in-triplicate-carbon for distribution.
Under the Shah’s SAVAK, they made audiocassette recordings and handed them person-to-person.
Today, anyone with a computer can manufacture a set of pdf’s and press them onto a DVD or CD-rom.
And it’s still possible to go next door and talk to your neighbors.
This is a challenge to the youth of the world; more than a few of us old farts are already seeing the edge of the horizon.
I still have a lot of reading and writing I’ve never completed; some things are in the works, and some others are merely ideas.
I’m working on a major project about mass communications and social media. The “clippings” file is already stuffed at over 80 pages, and will surely be culled and edited. There are two books behind the project as well.
After decades of being held in a dusty corner of a garage, I’ve finally gotten six cubic feet of books, clippings, photos and memorabilia that were in the last home occupied by my long-deceased parents that will allow me to peer back into time before I was even an idea. There’s surely a short story or three in that stack.
I have promised myself that I will “riff” or react to Gaither Stewart’s “Recollection of Things Learned”; if I called it a review, it’d do him and the book a disservice. He and it are too anchored and visible.
There’s a small pile of books recently ordered that will have to wait to be unpacked; there’s no point in unpacking something you’re only going to have to re-pack.
You’ll see a lot more pre-packaged pdf’s of material I’ve written. I uncovered the original 1,400 pages of so of the old tome on performance psychology; I’ll chunk that into small digestible bite-size pieces. It’s the stuff that backs up the mind map and the bibliography that are already posted. It’s a ton of reading, but I’ll give them to you like Eliot gave candy to E.T. In the new location, there’ s a college class on interactive media I’d like to take. And I’ll need to learn more about this blogging business.
With a little luck, there’ll be more photography, centered on the new residential locale. The place is loaded with walking trails and nature preserves.
With a lot of diligent effort on my part, there might be some home-grown music painstakingly worked out on my five-octave keyboard synthesizer wired into the GarageBand software on my iMac.
I’m an observer who reflects on what he sees, and writes about it. I don’t think that will change much.
But the place will seem increasingly empty during the transition.