Wow, 18 months, since the last blog-post. 18 months post-post. I am one year married as of yesterday. And my son is 6 months into this world on Friday!

Here, as promised, is a Story about a future in which the gradient of control has grown so steep, the government may even control the very way you feed...

It's late, and yet I wonder: What are the noosphere's feelings about "zego"? As a typo, I recommend that "zego" be upgraded to transcendental portmanteau of 'zed' & 'ego', more like a new-age energy drink with alcohol than its synonym "nego" (of 'neg' and 'ego', or a contraction of neg-ego).

Mix zego with this joke, for a good time:

So many tasks each day, so many chores that I could begin to feel overworked; yet I don't. Why do I feel compelled each day to spend more energy on tasks that my fellow civilians might simply spend a few quarters on and think nothing more of? It is that unshakable, magickal feeling of participation, of engaged-ness, the robust rolling of the Role. Nevertheless, I need to ask for help more often! I'm so used to tasks that I could complete adequately on my own, or at least convince myself so, that I have trouble taking the time out of my planning to ask people for help. On the other hand, most of the time when I have asked people for help they are quick to agree, yet not so quick to arrive. The Center is still, negeponymously, out of the way.

In the past week Communication emerges again as the blessing and curse of sustainability, as one CfS administrator claims he has not been adequately informed of goings-on, including potentially illegal happenings. While attempts have been made to assuage his complaints or potential issues with the nature of the residency, he still exhibits spasms of control-fear, which must be assuaged with further affirmations of legality. To me, these communications contribute nothing integral or essential to the progress of sustainability, and should be dealt with only insofar as they are kept out of the way of the truly important role that communication plays for the progress of sustainability, which is to connect unaware individuals to the knowledge and initiative they need to participate in sustainability. Just a little more sunshine before the chrysalises of so many larval beings burst open in roaring wing-beatings.

..Then I hear Paris Hilton's pokeperson (deliberate missp.) justifies her drunken driving by saying that Paris hadn't eaten all day while working hard and long shooting a music video. Ok, FINE. Maybe dancing the same move 40 times in 12 hours while lip-synching is a little trying on an heiress, but if her tooth-pick body's blood sugar level was so low that one martini caused her to drive erratically, SHE SHOULD BE AWARE OF HER ABSURD AND DANGEROUS CONDITION AND GET A CAB. Honestly, the spin being sent through the groove these days is enough to make your head...nevermind.

OldMan makes an interesting point - that sustainability must be created (dare I say re-created?), not returned to. It threatens, and yet begs, the question 'What is natural?' That poor question. How long will we continue to play with it like so many orcas with a baby seal? I use the morbid analogy only to refer to the classic retort to the human-nature split. Nature is as cruel as we are; we are simply more closely aware of our own cruelties to ourselves than to cruelties to others.

On a completely separate point (or is it?), I really love the concept that Herr Doctor Professor Mobius brought forth to the class today of globalization's real meaning: that any piece of the surface of the Earth (physically "&" conceptually, of course) is now in contact with every other piece. And yet, I still meditate that electronic communication technology is a distinct class of existence for which humans are uniquely responsible. Lamentably, I am disappointed by it, especially when the box for my (begrudgingly) new Cingular phone claims "Congratulations. Now you've truly got your world right at your fingertips." First of all, all I did was buy the phone. I'm not to be congratulated for earning something. Second, the entire "world" is not at my fingertips just because of my new phone which takes mediocre photos and videos. Yes, it's cool that instead of looking at things, I can look at things through my phone and see them at a high fraction of quality compared to what they "actually" look like when I "actually" look at them. I guess I shouldn't be too annoyed. As per previous reports that high-speed Internet connections transmit as much information as the human optic nerve, all that the emergent/physical world is as we know it is a giant bundled mass of technology for the soul of the universe, i.e. Energy. Oh but that's just another dreary dichotomy. Darn. And I was so close to unifying everything.. Why would some all powerful and unified Energy Field, or God, or Soul, need or want anything, let alone technology? Is the similarity and near indistinguishability between "human-created" technology and "natural" technology in fact evidence that whatever these two semantic categories may be- Energy and Matter - they are interdependent? And that neither weilds total power over the other?

I just turned 23 yesterday. I want to make available here the manual that I finished reading on my birthday, prepared by Econaut David Letero before he left the East Coast, to allow me a more structured ascent into the Econautical position. However, it is too large - you hear? - too massively instructional to be part of this wiki directly. So we will have to devise a way for all to have access to it.

No longer so overwhelmed. I am simply whelmed.

Before beginning my yurtney - my yurt-led journey - I want to assess my ecological footprint for one month. The task involves monitoring my behavior and recording my actions, then at the end of one month, putting all that information together and calculating the impact land, my FootPrint, that my life effectively translates into. Aren't we always trying to retranslate our lives? That sounds like a new field: biotranslation.

Anyways, I've come across a unique dilemma in this day and age: trying to get some data on myself is hard! How much water do I use each day? How much does the food I eat weigh? How much CO2 do I release when I'm huffing up a steep hill on my bicycle? In a zeitgeist of seemingly personalized info-glut, I see a subversive reality. Although much of our infosphere can be spun and directed personally to us, very little of it is actually very personal.

In reading Vernadsky's claim (trans. Vernadsky') that the term "living matter" sidesteps all the tangled liberal arts that accompany the term life, I enter perplexion. That is to say, I think I disagree. Perhaps in his day there was still some belief in machines, in the concept of a machine, of a mindless, simple collection of parts with no ability to deviate or direct its purpose or operation. Unfortunately for such a strange kind of hope, matter itself seems more and more alive the more we study it, not only rendering the usefulness of a term such as "living matter" moot (sp?), but also invoking all the more strongly just that philosophy and folklore (see: Mayan fear of the furniture and vase revolt) Vernadsky thought he was leaving behind with the turning of his new locution. Perhaps I should continue reading his document for possible developments in his narrative...