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I have started wondering periodically if there is any wisdom in preparing myself and family for living off the grid…

I look at some of the shit going on in the world and start wondering if I should become a little like some of those folks that spend considerable time and resources to prepare and begin living off the grid… in the woods… out of the way.

Maybe I’m being silly, but there are a lot of news headlines that don’t necessarily instill fear, but definitely concern.  I try to filter out the facts as I read this stuff, but I find it difficult, at best, sometimes to find the actual, neutral, unbiased facts.  Instead I think that maybe it’s getting worse… less facts, more opinion… sometimes just downright raving mad words that only condemn and try to instill fear and anger.

Big companies are having ever-increasing influence on what people consume in the news and media.  Things get sensationalized for the sake of getting ratings and/or notice.  The louder the rant and the bigger the drama, the more likely to get into the news feeds and social media.  Having civil discussions about anything involved in politics and faith seems to be something that is just going away.

I sometimes feel like the world around me is a powder keg with folks defiantly playing with fire all around it.  I hope I’m wrong…

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Thinking Out Loud…

Would this blog not serve a greater purpose than collecting digital dust if the author would simply get off his ass (metaphorically speaking, of course) and type another entry?

I think the possibility of a greater purpose for this poor, left-in-the-lurch blog is just that… a possibility.

That is, of course, if the author truly does quit sitting on his brains (again metaphorically speaking… well, maybe) and begins to produce some semblance of prose that might give some indication of even the most remote notion of a desire to produce this aforementioned item… prose, words, fluff, drivel, vocabular vomit, phrasal flatulence…

You get the point.

Now where is that thing?  It was here somewhere.  Oh, come on!  I can’t even think what it’s called at the moment, damn it.  But I need it to get the digits banging on the keyboard again with reckless abandon.

Help me out 😉

 

A Response to DSFB, but I Liked its… Magic :-)

So, I was reading through a post by Dirty Sci-Fi Buddha (he posts good stuff).  He posited that science and magic are both equally wondrous and mysterious.  I completely agree, but a took it a bit further in a comment I posted to his thread.  When I got done reading it, I decided it was worth making my own post.  Yay, me? 😉

Science? Magic? A difference? When all in Reality that can be discovered, tested and verified is such, only the mind and will is left to affect Reality. Then it becomes a renewed matter of discovery, testing and verification, but now it’s on how the mind and will affects Reality. So, magic? Science? A difference?

Go back and read his post to help make sense of this.  Give DSFB a follow, too.  Thanks for the inspiration, ‘Buddha.

A Good Moment…

I love this kind of morning.

A stiff breeze blows, heralding the arrival of the next band of light thunderstorms.  I can hear it rustling the leaves of the bushes and trees outside my window.

Nothing severe, to be sure, but brief flashes followed by deep rolls of acoustic energy created by the sudden displacement/vaporization of water and air as millions of volts of static electric potential arc from the ground to the energetic clouds above.

The smell… a bit of ozone and the must of damp earth awaiting to soak up the next pending delivery of water from the skies.  It enters the slightly opened window quietly compared to its companion, thunder.  But present on its volition, nonetheless

Grey… the eastern sunrise is forbidden complete entry into my window.  In fact, one could argue that little of its day light is getting through.  The storm clouds are simply forbidding it today.  But enough gets by to have a pleasant photonic ambience to mix with a dreary, rainy day.

The wife – back from her trip last night – remains in bed, happy to be back in her own bed and “hungover” from the 7-hour drive it took to return her to her home.  The pets silent in their respective places of light slumber throughout the home.  Only my small feathered companion stirs, and he is more quiet than usual.

Nearly alone with my own thoughts.  My current choice of music plays softly from the bookshelf stereo.  Its acoustic energy mixes with the other vibrations in the room.  Comfortable… pleasant… and joyous, maybe?

A lovely balance of natural and technological permeates this microcosm.

I can only hope others get to enjoy this now and then.