Back To Work

I'm guess I'm back to work.
Surgery on Friday.

I left Los Angeles for a reason. The costs. The traffic. The Desperately Average immersed in their insecurity and egos. The Pathetically Shallow pontificating on relationships. A big swirl of self-serving myopicians indulged in pointless social churning. The people in Seattle seem real. Fairly often.

At least I've got some work to do now.

Mt Vernon

Mt Vernon?
Why on earth would you be reading from Mt Vernon?

West Seattle

I spent too much time in downtown Seattle when I lived here before. I spent yesterday at Ballard's artwalk and today the West Seattle Farmer's Market. Seattle seems so modern, yet the surrounding area is provincial and localized, seemingly bypassed by the Mobility Society.

Which not be a bad thing. Trends rarely reach their predicted extreme
and as I sit here reading about $126 per barrel oil, I wonder if "global trade" has peaked, too. It's possible that a regional/localized trading meme could take hold. There's probably some way to measure it, memetically, but it needs some thought.

It's also possible that the Internet didn't "equalize" the world so much is it opened a broader pipeline for equalization of differentials, similar to the interaction of railroads and commodities in the 19th century. A rebalancing towards localization might be reflected in information structure, or should be. I can see trends in that direction in the search engine world, a tendencey towards a class hierarchy structure with minimal interaction at the higher and lower boundaries.

Peak oil will be a major force in the next decade and will likely accelerate localization and deccelerate growth of global projects & trade.

This week I'm putting together a prototype for what could become a "pragmatic architectural doctrine". I have a dozen eager victims to experiment on. Technical architectures exist and business architectures exist but I may have a unique operational approach which could take one or two years to get it expanded and debugged and promoted as a program for other Fortune 500 companies.

Houston

A good chance I'll be in Houston next week, and perhaps L.A. in early June.

I had four strategic goals when I started contracting in Feb of 2004.
Apparently I accomplished all four in May of 2008.

Dawn

I've been awake all night. I slept very little on Monday, too. Events of the past few weeks are on my mind, a re-thinking of myself, my past, my future. This morning I think about mistakes; I lingered too long with liars, gave too much consideration to people that didn't warrant it, worried too much about opinions which didn't matter.

My alt.com purity test score has dropped from 80 to 67. But more importantly, I've discovered that I can find awesome, mind-numbing sex without riding an emotional rollercoaster like the PT girls. Their paranoia can't be beat. Poor Lena. She carries so much guilt and for less cause than the others.

The other one works so hard at being a Muse and I don't think she even knows why. She is desperately important but consorts with bleached blondes who smatter "XOXOXO" across each perfunctory birthday and anniversary card. I don't know if it's sad or temporary or appropriate. I broke several things by accident but lately I've broken a few with intent. Perhaps she was one. Perhaps the Wiccans were another. Perhaps some things deserve to stay dysfunctional, self-selecting themselves out of my context.

Ripped

She had six orgasms.
I had a ripped shirt.
And rugburns

Who Knew

If someone said three years from now
You'd be long gone
I'd stand up and punch them out
Cause they're all wrong

I thought it was me. I thought I was the problem. But as I learn more, talk to more people, my belief shifts. Perhaps I'm lucky. I don't carry the guilt, the spite, do the short-sighted scheming. Sure, I've occasionally dipped into that pool, not often but enough to taste it. But it's not me. It's not bound to who I am.

Hailee and I played pool for hours. His most prominient feature (besides his country of origin) were the deep vertical furrows in his forehead. Just a shade over five feet tall, he moved around the pool table like a dark elf, knocking down balls with confidence and authority. We talked about his family, about Africa, about American, and he surprised me by having a better grasp of morality than most Americans, despite his abdication of Christian religion.

"Don't judge everyone by one case", he admonished me after I joked about "ugly Americans". "White people came to my country and helped. There are some, here, in America, too greedy, too selfish. But some of those same people came to Africa but treated us differently. I don't know why there and not here"

All I need is four or five more women like J and I'm set.
I don't want to be a babysitter anymore.

The Path

Sometimes it's not only good to walk away from dysfunctional people, it's mandatory. What I didn't realize until this year is how many are dysfunctional, and in how many subtle ways. Of course, I'm dysfunctional, too but a good indicator of undesirable dysfunctionality is emotional overreation to trivia.

For being fifty and being me, I'm doing okay this year. J is awesome. She's so responsive but so emotionally stable. Each meeting is an adventure, a secret rendezvous and I learned a ton of things from her about life experience, balance, direction, risk, chance, pleasure. She is often fearless and she's raised my expectations about women and relationships.

I suppose she's raised my expectations about men, too.

My interest in younger women has fallen, they carry too many emotional issues, too many problems, and my experience is that the sex sucks, too. Tonight two women approached me during pool. They're regulars, we know each other, but tonight Nina deliberately brushed up against me, twice, to gain attention and start conversation. Nina is quite cute but... too young, too much trouble.

I can do what I want.
I was a babysitter for fifteen years.
I don't want to be a babysitter anymore.

Tonight, an early date and then I'll do the Seattle Art walk.
J and I did the Walk last month and she showed me how easy it is to meet women.

Impulse

Act on impulse.
Tempered with intuition.

Inferior Goods

Inferior good are cheaper alternatives for the same consumer need. For instance, Reeboks fulfill the same need as Nike (running shoes) but at a cheaper price. The price of rice is not just a phenomenon of fiat money; it's a function of a consumer shift to inferior goods.

The pivot point has begun.

I suspect it will be inexorable.

I'm eating dinner in Belltown, which is suddenly respectable with a speed that surprises even me.
And then back to the sex club, I suppose.

(posting from the blackberry is a bit harder than I expected.)

Sex Club Post-Coital Report

wow.

that... was a bit much.

however, I did manage to create one orgasm.

holy frickin cow.

The Eye

I walked through Capitol Hill, the black cotton of my t-shirt was cool and comfortable and I was glad I'd worn my gray pinstrip pants, equally cool and soft. I tried to change almost two years ago but perhaps you have to set a baseline first and then circle back around to get your bearings. I''m so out of place here. I was then, too, but now it's so obvious that I can't ignore it. This is the right city for a new me. Perhaps now it's also the right time and situation. I passed into the hurricane. But have I only passed through the eye?

Off for my first visit to the sex club. I have no more time for the strange brew of Myopics of the past few years. The Game can determine their validity, but I walk away from them for my own peace of mind. They're immaterial.

Awesome

She had five orgasms in two hours.
Only one lamp and one shirt were destroyed during the making of this video.

I Am Awesome.

That is all.

6.5 Million Foreclosures

Credit Suisee predicts 6.5 million foreclosures in the next five years. Sigh. I still remember when predictions of 2 million were "outlandish" and "ridiculous". Six and a half million foreclosures is dangerously close to a Tipping Point. Historically, 5 to 10% of the active citizenry with motivation can bring down financial systems and overthrow governments. My prediction for riots from Sept of 2007. Doesn't look quite so kooky now, hey?

It's all history.

Greenspan is a liar.
So is Bernanke.
And that's how history will remember them.

i can post from my blackberry

I can post from my blackberry!