Jul 23

I find it hard to believe no one’s worshipping the Internet yet as a deity. What’s up with people? As fad-following as people can be, there’s got to be a few folks out there who think the Internet is God. But I can’t find them. I’ve Googled “Internet as religion” and “people who worship on the Internet,” (etc.) but I haven’t found anything yet. This is something I’ve been waiting for for quite some time now, too. It’s an integral part of an idea I’ve been stirring up, about the relationship between humanity and technology, but for the idea to be fulfilled I really need some wackos somewhere out there to form the official Most Holy Church of the Sublime Internet. I’m very disappointed that it hasn’t happened yet. Let me know if you’ve heard of something I haven’t…

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Jul 22

This article is a work in progress, or will be for a bit longer. Feel free to critique it, because I’m writing it for my company and I’m not really a specialist in this field, although I do practice several of these concepts. But they all make sense to me, so.

The Simple Life Manifesto

There was a time, not very long ago, that when the sun went down people went to sleep. There was no television, no gaming console, no cell phone. No one to keep up with every moment of the day. No RSS feeds to keep up with. There wasn’t even a good light to read a book by. I’m not suggesting those people had it easier than us by any measure, but at least they got eight hours of sleep, generally speaking. Not so, today. It’s not unusual for a working person to dedicate ten to twelve hours to their vocation, one or two at home getting the children ready for bed, and then another three or four checking email and RSS feeds, watching television, working on their hobby of choice or otherwise not resting at all. Sometimes it’s a miracle if we can snatch three or four hours of sleep before the cycle starts again. 

Simplicity means different things to different people. For one person simplicity might mean watching one hour less television per day, or eating 200 fewer calories—simple changes they can make for the sake of simplicity itself. But other people may shoot for a more Spartan approach with stern discipline, seeking a rigorously simple, frugal, austere life. Whichever works best for you is the right answer, but there are very few people who couldn’t use just a little hint or suggestion on making the transition. Sometimes we just need someone to knock us on the head and tell us to give up one thing or another. I’m not knocking you on the head, though, I’m just giving you a few hints.

Why simplify? Because property can add stress. Being surrounded by uncountable knickknacks and forgotten belongings can too. Anything that takes time away from comfortable relations with yourself and the people you love can be stressful. By eliminating the things in your life that are non-essential and spending your time doing that which is most important to you, you might not only extend your life, but increase the quality of the life you live. You’ll appreciate the change, and so will the people you love.

Simplifying your life won’t to be instantaneous. It’s something you must cultivate, like a garden. In this garden you must grow a healthier lifestyle. Where once there was a jumble of weeds and grasses, now there are fine rows of plants, all bearing the fruit you’ve planted. In this list there are a lot of ideas that might initially be considered unrealistic, but if you think in the long term, you might see that they’re not as bad as they might sound at first.

Staying true to the rule of simplicity, here are the ten best ideas for simplifying your life (–I always find it odd that, when speaking of simplicity, a writer will invariably list 100+ items to be mindful of. Doesn’t that defeat the purpose of the list?).

  1. Minimize your vegetative states.This is in reference to any form of entertainment that involves staring motionless for extended periods of time. Accomplish this according to what you are willing to surrender. If you absolutely must have cable or satellite TV, get a TiVo and record the shows you want to watch, and then watch them according to your own timeline. But consider that your life might be much better if you just cut the cable altogether. There’s still plenty of programming that you can get over the air, and you can still TiVo your favorite shows. Don’t forget DVDs: television shows are bunching together DVDs now for every season that is released. If you truly love a show, wait for the DVD to come out, buy it and watch it without commercials, which will lead to less temptation to make purchases. For ways to simplify your television diet, check out the Video Rebel series on DVICE. Along this same vein: many other forms of entertainment can be minimized as well. Your email and RSS feeds, for instance. Restrict yourself to email to specific times of the day, keep your inbox empty and your RSS feeds few.
  2. Simplify your wardrobe. Stay as basic as you can. The rules of this, as with most everything, are dramatically different between women and men. The simplest rule you’ll find is to sort your clothes by season. Keep the current season’s assortment in your closet, and stash the off-season clothing in the attic or somewhere out of the way. When you break out your clothes for the new season to put them in the closet, consider which pieces you didn’t wear last year, the probability that you won’t wear them again this season, and get rid of them if you can bear it. At the same time, while you’re putting away the previous season’s clothes for storage, do the same thing. Consider what you didn’t wear at all this year and get rid of it. After a couple of years you might be surprised to find that you have enough room in your closet for both sets of clothes.
  3. Downsize your auto. There’s never been a better time to downsize the family auto. Gas prices and the economy have SUVs from coast to coast sitting idle in driveways, their owners praying for a break in the trend. Personally, I don’t think we’re going to see gas prices go back down much, ever again. Car companies are clamoring to build a more efficient car, but in the meantime it may be best to just make do with what we’ve got right now. We may be drawing close to the end of the age when people bought cars based on what kind of message it sends about them. People are beginning to think less about what kind of car they would look best in, and more about what can get them from point to point without draining their bank account. And don’t look now, but ugly cars are rapidly becoming trendy. Remember the Geo Metro? 58mpg, yum.
  4. Be satisfied with your job. If you hate your job, quit and get a better job. Haven’t you heard? People don’t stay in the same job forever any more. It’s almost expected of you to quit. Employers have become less and less loyal to their employees, while expecting loyalty from them. If that’s the case at your job, get another one and turn in your notice. When you finally find that one thing, when you’re doing something you enjoy, or at least doesn’t make you hate waking up in the morning, dedicate yourself to doing it to the best of your ability. Don’t worry about promotions and raises, those things will come if you work hard and take care of your company. Try to work close to home, and if you can’t, find a job close to home then move to where you work. The value of your life will exponentially increase if you don’t have a big commute. Shoot for a job where you can telecommute if your boss will let you. Beware that a self-starting mentality is a must for telecommuting, though. I’ve been a telecommuter for almost ten years now. When I get up in the morning I shower and get dressed, even if I’m going to be in my home office all day; I dress like I’m going to work. I treat the day just like a person who’s going to the office, except when lunch rolls around I walk downstairs and open the fridge.
  5. Simplify your diet. Drink only natural liquids, eat only whole foods. Coffee, tea, water, wine, 100% juice (some will say that beer and whiskey are natural, and they are, too. Just take them in moderation, right?). As a friend of mine once said: “Coke will put the fat on the butt.” And he was right. As for whole foods, well, we all know that’s what’s best, right? It’s best to pick your veggies and fruit right out of your back yard, yes? And we also know that for most people that’s not even remotely feasible in our society today. But we do the best we can. Just stop buying foods that are packaged with weird ingredients listed. Did you know the original Frito’s corn chip has only three ingredients? Corn, corn oil, and salt. Get healthier.
  6. Declutter and Organize. This is really a lot more simple than it sounds. Pick a closet, drawer or cabinet and purify it. First, declutter: get rid of what you don’t need, don’t use or don’t want any more. And then: organize. Put all your pens in one place. Put your note pads in one place. Designate a place for everything in your home and stick to it. That way if you ever need anything you’ll know where it is. Dedicate yourself to using this always. If you come home with a pen, don’t just drop it in a drawer in the kitchen, put it where it belongs. Beware: your friends might start calling you a neat freak, but in this case that’s a good thing. When you finish, relish the victory, and then plan to take on another drawer, closet or cabinet soon, and keep going until you’ve purified them all.  
  7. Downsize your lawn. Think: pavers. Think: ground cover. Think: cut less grass. And make it happen. Here’s a nice article on making a smaller, nicer lawn. And instead of using chemical fertilizer, consider making a compost pile to sprinkle on your lawn and keep it healthy and green.
  8. Downsize your debt. It’s hard, but it can be done. I’ve done it myself. In 2002 I had over ten thousand dollars worth of credit card debt. With the level of my income, there was no way to pay this amount off quickly, so I dedicated myself to paying it off slowly. I began spending as much as I could on the debt, and in the meantime I lived as frugally as I possibly could. Everything that I needed, I bought the cheapest, off-brand version I could find, and I bought very, very little that I didn’t need. As a result, in three years of hard-scrabble work, I paid off the debt. I now have no credit cards. I do have a mortgage and one car loan, but other than that I live by what I make and nothing else.
  9. Buy better. If you want something, fine. Buy it. But don’t buy the cheap version, buy the nice version, the one that’ll last for a very long time. Take care of the things you buy. Shining your shoes can add years of life to them, whereas if you don’t shine and clean them once in a while, you won’t be wearing them for very long. And filling your home with knickknacks won’t generate nearly as much envy or conversation as one or two inspiring, artful pieces that you cherish.
  10. Downsize your home. Once you’ve purged your belongings, you might realize how little space you actually need. If so, congratulate yourself and then buy a smaller house. Just remember, people have a propensity to expand to fit their surroundings. If you buy a big house, but don’t have enough stuff to fill it, watch out, because soon enough you’ll have so much stuff you’ll be wanting to get an even bigger place.

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Jul 21
Me on an 1100 tower in Birmingham, Alabama

Me on an 1100' tower in Birmingham, Alabama, circa 1995

I used to climb towers for a living, until my knees couldn’t bear it any more. I began climbing because I figured I was “uniquely qualified,” meaning that I wasn’t afraid of heights. In my few years working towers, two of my friends died in falls, and numerous others died that I heard about but never knew. The tallest tower I ever climbed was 1735′. I’ve been to the top of a 2000′ tower, but it was rigged with an elevator so I didn’t have to climb. I might add: 2000′ is as tall as they get these days. It’s a very weird feeling to be that high, in open air without any noise around you but the wind. I always related it to sailing, the elation that you feel when you’re skirting across the water but hear no engine noise at all, only the wind. It’s the same kind of sensation.

Tonight, Dateline is running a special on “Tower Dogs,” and, as a survivor of that industry, I’m going to watch it for sure. I’m still in the cellular industry, but thank God now I work on the electronics at the bottom of the tower instead of the top. My company thankfully won’t even entertain the idea of me climbing a tower. Little did I know it’s the most dangerous job in America. I’d always heard that working on the flight deck of an aircraft carrier was the most dangerous. Which I also did. Why do I always work dangerous jobs? Adventure, my friend. I love adventure. Case in point: I was an avid rappeller while in the biz; I could rappel down a 285′ tower in less than five seconds (you free fall until you’re about fifteen feet off the ground, and then hit the brakes. The rope will stretch out enough to just let your feet touch ground. Disclaimer: DO NOT TRY THIS. ONLY STUPID PEOPLE DO THIS (see picture above).

How many times did I nearly die when I was climbing towers? Many. I once fell sixty feet without any injury except a few bruises and a knot on my head. I had a rope connected to me that ran through a pulley (or a block, as we called them), but I can’t imagine it slowed me down that much, it not being anchored at all. And back in those days we free-climbed everything, which means you’re not attached to the tower at all, except with your hands and feet, when you’re climbing. You only “belt off” when you stop to rest. In the end it was too much adventure, even for me, and my knees really gave me the excuse I needed to justify quitting. I just didn’t want to do it any more. One year after I quit, though, I did jump out of a perfectly good airplane just to see what it was like. Except for the initial rush of letting go and freefalling, I found it quite boring. My instructor told me I was the first he’d ever had who landed standing up on their first jump.

Here’s a picture of the ship I served on, which is now at the bottom of the sea.

USS America

USS America

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Jul 18

Photo from NASA’s Astronomy Picture of the Day website. Click for full size.

I have seen it, yes, but I wasn’t looking for it, so the moment doesn’t really stand out for me. I can remember nights when I was at sea (aboard the USS America) when the moon was so bright you could barely look at it. I distinctly remember the wonder I had when I first saw that spectacle. But the Milky Way was never something that I intentionally looked for, and being a faint cloud of murk, wasn’t something I noticed right away. But that’s all about to change, because I want to see it. Unfortunately, like most people who live in the eastern USA, the light pollution situation is far too bad to be able to make out much at all, and that vague murk is not visible in my skies. You folks out west have a distinct advantage in that regard. But good news! There are places nearby where the light pollution is much less intense, and thanks to this website, I was able to create an overlay for Google Earth to produce the following map, which I edited with Photoshop with a nice red dot on Catherine, Alabama, a tiny community in Alabama’s Black Belt where light pollution is about as low as it gets. At least in these parts. Soon I will behold the wonder and glory of the…well, the little tiny portion of the Universe in which our Sun is one of about a gazillion other suns. But it’s pretty cool, still.

To see the Milky Way, you need a remote area with very little light pollution on a moonless night. Late summer, I hear, is a good time of year. Between dusk and midnight is primetime.

And if you look closely, you’ll see a little yellow push pin marked “home.” And that pushpin is stuck in my forehead right now.

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Jul 17

The spirit animal: is it a myth, or a misunderstood fact? Most of the information I can find on the internet can justifiably be categorized along with alien abductions and fortune tellers. Nobody really discusses the practicality or possibility of a spiritual connection between animals and humans, at least not that I can find. Animal familiars are a recurring theme in much of the fiction that I write, but, like super hero tights, it’s something that looks better on paper than in real life. In real life, people who claim to have animal familiars are generally:

  • Middle aged white guys who claim to be Indians.
  • Wacky Wicca practitioners.
  • Twenty-somethings who never quite let go of the D&D habit.
  • Tarot readers who stage seances and ”commune with spirits.”

Which is probably why nobody talks about spirit animals in a practical sense, even if they believe in the concept: they don’t want to get grouped in with the new agers. This is a bit discouraging for me, because I like animals, and I like nature, and I like to think that somehow we are all connected together. For me, it’s not so difficult to believe that animals do have some keen insight into humans that even humans do not share with one another. Animals can tell when an earthquake is coming, they can tell when a wildfire is spreading, they can tell when the volcano is about to blow, and they might be able to tell a human that they’re about to get run down by a bus. It’s been proven that dogs can predict when someone is going to die, and that they can smell cancer inside a person who’s still alive.

So, it’s really not the practicality of the idea that has me drawn up, it’s the function of it, and the corruption of the concept by people who never understood it in the first place, but proclaimed to. But it’s in our nature to take things too far. Someone latched onto the concept of the totem or spirit animal and filled in the blanks without really understanding what it was all about and then the false version spread like wildfire. The fact is, I do believe animals can communicate important tidings to humans. But I believe humans are too self important to be able to hear the message.

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I’ve taken several online quizzes, crafted to unveil your totem. Twice I got a wolf and once I got a wolverine (maybe that tells you something about my mentality). But there aren’t many animals to choose from, generally, and there’s no separation of breed. If your animal guide is a hawk or an eagle, it only says hawk or eagle, it doesn’t specify any particular breed. This is a problem for me because the behaviors of animals from one breed to the next can be radically different. The golden eagle vs. the bald eagle, for instance. The bald eagle is noted as primarily a scavenger, whereas the golden eagle is a fierce predator. What am I to learn from my spirit animal when I have such a wide array of behaviors? Essentially, of course, I have nothing to learn, because they aren’t my spirit animals, and neither, I suspect, are a wolf (which has several different breeds) or a wolverine. There’s usually even a bird entry. Just, ‘bird.’ And if a bird is your totem animal then your characteristics are “unity, freedom and individuality.” But then if you read on you’ll find entries for quail, heron, hummingbird, sandpiper and seagull. Among others. And on that same page you can buy a dream catcher. Now this all just smacks of a modernized version of astrology. Nobody’s asking you for your sign anymore, now they want to know your spirit animal. It sounds like the same game played in reverse. But I’m out to find truth, and there’s truth here, I believe, it just takes digging to get to it.

The similarities don’t end with astrology (which I do believe in, but like spirit animals I think humanity has zero grasp on what’s actually going on out there), there’s also reincarnation, when people it seems are always the descendants of an ancient princess or king or explorer or Duke. They’re never the descendant of a hooker or plumber or farmer. Likewise, people always seem to have cool spirit animals: wolves, bears, tigers…you never hear someone saying: “My spirit animal is a house fly.” Or a dung beetle. The only insect I’ve found so far has been a dragonfly, which is a pretty cool insect. But there are other really cool insects: fireflies, Luna moths, honey bees, June beetles, etc., all of which I think are very interesting and lovely to behold.

Sometimes we inherit our spirit animals, like this unlucky native New Zealander Papua New Guinean from Austrailia who didn’t like hers:

My mother said that the Bird of Paradise is what we take care of because it is the totem we have been given by our village. Yet I think of the vain male Bird of Paradise and nothing speaks to my spirit. When I think of the plainer females who are watching the display of these male birds I reflect on cultures where the women serve in the background and their men do not appear to give them freedom. I don’t want this bird to be my spirit animal.

She goes on to explain:

Totems are often given in traditional cultures. The animals are the responsibility of that village or tribe and are incorporated into art. A totem as well as being something you are a custodian of is something to tell stories about, and in some cultures you may not be allowed to eat it. Many creative writers chose to give a character the qualities of an animal - to make them mouselike, cat like, etc for the purpose of creativity.

Today the modern conservation movement asks people to adopt koalas, whales, dolphins, tigers and in fact any endangered species and to care for them. Is this a revival of the tradition of totems being applied to modern needs.

And that is one of the keys of all this to me: that our mystical relationship with animals isn’t necessarily all that mystical at all. We have animal qualities sometimes, and if we observe animals we can gain knowledge about the environment. For instance: When the tsunami struck Indonesia in 2004, there was a group of indigenous people on an island who survived, intact, because before the water began to swell, they observed that the animals were all heading for higher ground. They had taken a key from the animals, deduced that the animals were trying to escape something, and followed them.

It isn’t necessary that we have one spirit animal apiece, but that we observe the animal kingdom that surrounds us. And the animals don’t necessarily tell us what’s going to happen willingly, but if we are in tune with their migrations and habits and behaviors, we can deduce from their actions certain details that we might not have known before. Have you ever seen a kettle of vultures circling and thought, “There must be something dead underneath where they’re circling.” In the indigenous mind, this is the spirit of animals speaking to the human. It’s really not as mystical as we’ve made it out to be.

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But there is a mystical aspect to spirit animals. Thomas E. Mails’ The Mystic Warriors of the Plains has an entire chapter dedicated to visions, and animal helpers or guides make frequent appearances. One Sioux named Plenty Coups had a vision once in which he found that a chickadee was his animal familiar. He observed the chickadee and found it to be ever present and always seeming to be listening to what was being said. He therefore began to emulate that pattern of behavior and became a powerful warrior and chieftain. Mails delves into the specifics of the practice of visions and medicine to the Native American, and how, often, animals manifest in significant roles.

Visions, to Indians, involved extended and sometimes torturous rites that might include self mutilation, fasting, purification by smoke inhalation, etc. So, it seems to me that if we really want to experience what the indigenous people experienced, if we truly want to meet with our animal guides and find out what they can do for us, we must emulate the methods by which those guides were found. We can’t take an internet quiz or look through a picture book to find which animal we think is most pretty, we’ve got to get down and dirty, suffer a little bit for the sake of our souls, and see what the other side has to offer.

How, exactly? Well, for one, you’ve got to get away from people. All people. You’ve got to get somewhere high up, preferably with water flowing nearby so you can cleanse and purify yourself, after which you’d need to cake your body with white clay. There needs to be some element of danger from wild animals or falls or the like; you need to be out of your comfort zone by a wide margin. You’ve then got to assemble a sweat lodge and sweat it out for a long, long time, occasionally giving yourself a little cut here and there to bleed out the bad spirits. All the while you can’t eat or drink anything, and it would be preferable if you were inhaling the smoke of sacred sage or pine straw. Sometimes they would slowly walk in a circle or figure eight, praying, letting loose of everything. This can continue for days on end, until finally the visions come. Of course, the thought might cross your mind to just go out in the woods for a while and come back and fake it, but to the indigenous mind this would be tantamount to suicide. To lie about an encounter with a vision was one of the utmost sins. No, it was understood that some people were less patient; it was also understood that visions sometimes took several tries before they would manifest, if they ever did at all. And if they did, the visions manifest in different ways, for different people. You weren’t guaranteed a spirit animal; sometimes they would see a specific star or other celestial body, and sometimes they would see a vague human shape that they couldn’t identify at all, which sounds particularly nightmarish to me.

In South America, native Peruvians blended a powerful hallucinogenic called Ayahuasca. In the Southwest US, peyote was utilized to the same effect. I’m sure elsewhere all manner of mushrooms were eaten and hemp was smoked, all in an effort to stimulate the vision that would guide them.

Of course, this is exactly why the concept of spirit animals has devolved into the state it’s in today. People don’t have the time to dedicate to vision questing; nor do they have the inclination to suffer for extended periods for the sake of something that may or may not even become evident. And if any modern person samples Ayahuasca or peyote, it’s usually just to get high. Forget about spiritual experiences or connecting with nature. So they added a little extra goofy mysticism, packaged it as something that’s easy to do, and gave it away for free as a new age solution to modern mental maladies. If there’s true power there, it’s hidden underneath years of misinformation and a riot of phony, fanciful fiction.

But I’m game. Who’s with me?

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Jul 17

Just some amazing animal photography I’ve collected around the web over the past few months:

Electron microscope image of a fly’s foot. Found on Dark Roasted Blend. What amazing detail; what an amazing adaptation…

A sunburst orange dragonfly (links to full-sized image):

This one, also from Dark Roasted Blend, is especially for Matt Staggs (links to full-sized image):

Here’s a beautiful brown pelican shot (links to full-sized image):

A pair of owls:

Herons (click for full-size image):

Frigate bird (click for full-size):

Hawk (click for full-size):

A turtle:

Elephants, then wolves, then I’m done (oh yeah, click for full-sized image):

What an amazing world we live in. I’ve got an idea, let’s save it!

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Jul 16

Knowing that I’m a fan of turtles of all kinds, and always in the market for a new children’s book, my wife bought a book called “Old Turtle” from Amazon. As soon as it came I opened up the box and read it to my two boys. They loved it and I did, too. This book has a message in it that every religion on Earth should read and heed, children and adults, too.

Photo by  ziggiau

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Jul 16

I have a question for all of you learned and brilliant people: Why do the GE CFL (Compact Fluorescent Lamp) bulbs bought from Lowe’s suck, but GE CFL bulbs from Wal-Mart rock?

I’ve been trying to replace all my bulbs, but that fluorescent-white light just penetrates my brain (not in a good way). I converted all my closet lights long ago, via three trips to Lowe’s, trying every CFL they had (even the bulb that says “Warm Light” was awful. That white light is in no way at all WARM, you lying bastards) but I’m wanting to do every light in the house. And then when I bought this new house (over a year ago now), I realized that one of the overhead lights had a CFL bulb in it that was virtually indistinguishable from the regular bulb occupying the other side of the fixture. So I called up the previous owners of the house and asked them where they got the bulb.

“Wal-Marks,” she said, with a cigarette hanging limply from her mouth (I’m kidding. She doesn’t smoke). “They’z outta them other’ns,” she said, spitting a spatter of tobacco juice from her snuff-filled lip (I’m kidding. She doesn’t dip, either. And, actually, she doesn’t talk like that, either; she’s a very, very nice and mannered retired English teacher).  

So anyway, I went to Wal-Mart and bought some CFL bulbs, brought them home and am now in the process of replacing bulbs as they blow to the new, oranger CFLs that I can tolerate. But why the big difference between the light? They’re both marked GE CFL, they both have “Helical” printed around the trunk…I don’t get it, and I can’t find any explanation for it on the ‘net. Anybody have any idea?

Image by Jeremyhall

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Jul 16

Sometimes, like many bloggers, I like to delve into my mass of spam comments just to make sure nothing’s slipped through accidentally. And also like other bloggers, I find that sometimes, the spam I get is so utterly nonsensical that it sounds almost poetic. Take this bit, for instance, from a Viagra spammer:

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Jul 15

As I’m thinking about the direction of this site (in the past tense, not in the future), it looks like I’ve spent a whole lot more time discussing green power and the environment than I have my writing. Since the site is called “mattmitchellfiction.com,” that lines me up for a misnomer award. But I’m not fretting; if there’s one thing I make clear on the about page, it’s that I’m liable to discuss anything at all here, and I feel like I’ve kept my promise on that end. Besides, there hasn’t been much to talk about on the writing front anyway. I’ve collected a half dozen rejections this year for various stories, all which were submitted to SFFWA markets. And I’m not particularly down about it, because I’ve got my hand stirring other pots right now, including the one Super Sekrit Projeckt that I might as well go ahead and tell you about, because though it might not be a revolutionary idea, it is a remodeling of things that are, to better fit in line with where I think things want to go. To explain further….

Social networking is what it is, and a lot of people mess around with it. But MySpace and Facebook and the like have just grown to such gargantuan size, and friending has grown so rampant, that it’s become cumbersome to use them. Not to mention the fact that if you’re a guy of a certain age and you use it a lot you’ll get the perv stamp applied to your forehead. Some people are forecasting that social networks are going to shrink down in size and become modeled more for specific groups of like-minded people. When I first started reading about that, it made me kind of excited, because that’s exactly what I’ve had planned for some time now. And I’m not talking about making a little ning carbon-copy-type network, I’m talking about a full-blown SN site with all the bells and whistles and a few tambourines and jingle jangles that aren’t being done at all right now. Something to send social networking into a different direction.

As you can probably guess, since I spend so much time ruminating about the state of the environment, being eco-friendly, green energy and just the outdoors in general, you might ascertain what the general mindset of folks who might use my SN will be tempered like. But it’s much bigger than that. To what extent, I can’t really say yet. Like I said, it might not be revolutionary (I think it is), but it is at least a remodeling of the way SN is done. It’s something that I’d like to get a lot of attention. It’s something that I feel will potentially be a positive source of forward-thinking for the world, for society and civilization as a whole. Yes, I’m thinking big, but I’m a big thinker…so.

The site will go live on or near September 8th, 2008. Me being a big fan of 8s, you might remember, and this being my year, this is a day that may live in glory. It would have been great to go live on 8-8-08, but my network people assure me that’s a practical impossibility. But still, 8-8-08 will be a day of importance, because that’s the day I hope to begin recruiting a group of beta testers (I’m going to call them “trailblazers”), who will receive a free lifetime membership in what I hope will become a very large and successful social networking site. So: the beans have been spilled (at least to the extent at which my business partner has allowed me to spill them), and the project is now out of the closet (er, so to speak), unveiled right here on Unabashed. I’m frankly tickled about it, and I hope some of you will be, too. If you’d like to be a trailblazer for [Re]Evolver, just let me know in the comments of this post or in email (mattmitchell8 at gmail dot com). There are going to be a limited number of slots available (to the tune of around a hundred), so it’ll be best to get your name in quick.

Want more specifics? Fine. Here’s what I can tell you now:

The site has a home already at reevolver.com. There’s a splash page up that I made myself, so don’t expect the end result to look even remotely similar. I’ve contracted a pro to build the site (a pro, who I might add, likes the idea so much he’s asked for a partnership).

[Re]Evolver is just how I wrote the name when I first thought of it (Imagine my surprise to find that the .com, .org and .net URLs were all available!), but it looks like the official logo will be similar to that in form, at least.

And what is Re-evolver, exactly? Re-evolver is a term for the human tribe. It is based upon the principle that we’ve evolved into a separate entity from the environment, and that it is now time to re-evolve into a more beneficially symbiotic organism that can work with Earth’s ecosystem rather than against it. But it’s not preachy, dogmatic or unrealistic, it’s (what I hope will be) a fun approach to educating people on eco-friendly principles, promoting sustainability and a back-to-basics, back-to-Earth mentality.

There will be activities.

There! I’ve said too much. Let me know what you think.

Oh, and if you’re wondering about the future of Unabashed, never fret. This is my personal blog and it’s going to stay right here for the foreseeable future. And besides, ReEvolver might not be a book getting published, but it’s because of my writing that it exists at all; that little habit I have of jotting down ideas finally resulted in a project with momentum. And by the time I’m through with it, I think it will be the size of a book. Anyway…

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Jul 11


Photo by veintecerodos.

I still love this bit from Stephen Hawking’s 1988 book A Brief History of Time:

A well-known scientist (some say it was Bertrand Russell) once gave a public lecture on astronomy. He described how the earth orbits around the sun and how the sun, in turn, orbits around the center of a vast collection of stars called our galaxy. At the end of the lecture, a little old lady at the back of the room got up and said: “What you have told us is rubbish. The world is really a flat plate supported on the back of a giant tortoise.” The scientist gave a superior smile before replying, “What is the tortoise standing on?” “You’re very clever, young man, very clever,” said the old lady. “But it’s turtles all the way down!”

There are many versions of this story, but this is by far the most popularized. My personal favorite goes like this:

An English philosopher was visiting India, and was introduced to a holy man. The philosopher asked the Holy Man the nature of the world, and the old man replied, “Oh the world is a great big ball that sits on the great flat back of the Great World Turtle.” The Englishman of course asked “What does the turtle stand on?” The seer replied “Why on the back of an even larger turtle of course!” Then the Englishman asked “and what does THIS turtle stand on?” The old man shook his head and sweetly smiled and said “it is no use my son, it is turtles all the way down!”

Why is it a turtle that the Earth is sitting upon? Why not a crocodile, or a cockroach, or a mammal even? Because turtles are one of the most ancient species that lives–it is, in fact, the most ancient of all vertebrate animals. It’s not as ugly or filthy as a cockroach, and because the turtle is considered patient, wise, and there’s very little threat of it tipping its head back and eating the planet. The turtle is safe, and with its shell has a solid foundation for the Earth to sit upon.

The turtle is considered in folklore to be a keeper of doorways. Some turtles’ shells have thirteen individual sections, or markings, which led Native Americans to associate the turtle with the lunar cycle and the power of female energies. Being opportunistic omnivores, and being a symbol of Mother Earth, Native American mythos considered the turtle to be powerful medicine, and a reminder that the Earth will provide. Its long life and slow metabolism reminds us to slow down and take our time, and shows us that sometimes it’s okay to live inside a shell.

The turtle appears in modern legends as well. Stephen King uses the turtle in many of his stories. In It, the main character meets a giant turtle professes to have had an upset stomach and sicked up the Universe. The turtle pleads not to be blamed for having inadvertently having created All That Is.

In King’s Dark Tower series, a turtle named Maturin is one of the “Guardians of the Beam.”

See the turtle of enormous girth!
On his shell he holds the earth.
His thought is slow but always kind;
He holds us all within his mind.
On his back all vows are made;
He sees the truth but mayn’t aid.
He loves the land and loves the sea,
And even loves a child like me.

The name Maturin is obviously borrowed from Patrick O’Brian’s Aubrey/Maturin series, just as the name of the great bear guardian was borrowed from Richard Adams’ Shardik, both immensely cool references.

I found a painting of a sea turtle one time over at DeviantArt, a page which has since sadly disappeared, but fortunately I had saved the art piece, along with its inscription:

Due a very stressful period of my life I was constantly having bad dreams and nightmares. During one, I felt myself sink into deep, blue water. I saw the sun filtering down through the water and waves, and slowly a large gnarled, ugly Turtle passed over me. This huge behemoth of a creature, scar covered, and armoured created a feeling of peace within me. The next day, I painted this.

Turtle Totem

I do sometimes ponder the Earth and mysticism, and I wonder at the practice of using animal totems or having a spirit animal guide. I have no idea what mine would be, nor how I would find out what it is. I’ve always had a fascination with wolves and hawks, turtles and beavers. I hope that doesn’t mean I’m pretentious and slow and large-toothed. I like the idea of spirit animals, sure, but barring some monumental mythic quest, how would you find out what yours are? I have dreamed about whales. I see hawks virtually every day, but I usually accredit that to the fact that there are so many of them living around here. Suppose my spirit animal was a giraffe. Does that mean I’d have to travel to another continent to commune with it? I have no idea, and most of the web resources I find don’t give much good information, just carbon-copy duplicates of other sites that all share the same mentality and fraudulent air of Sybill Trelawney.

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Jul 08

Saturn Mars Regulus and the Moon
You know, when I said the planets must be lining up because of all the weird I’ve been seeing, I didn’t know they really were. Interestingly, in this article the author claims that planetary alignments “are nothing more than the visible clockwork mechanism of our natural skies,” and that the myths associated with those movements are all erroneous. Well, number one, a myth is by definition erroneous, or at least a myth is an imagination, invented idea or story or concept. Number two, the author fails to consider all the weird that occurs when the planets line up just so. It’s like saying the full moon has no impact on people, and yet, ask any ER nurse or doctor and they’ll tell you that on full moon nights the ER fills up quicker and fuller than usual, and usually with a healthy dose of weird. I’m not saying it’s not a myth, but in my mind it’s a dangerous thing to dismiss anything too quickly, and I think there are still inexplicable things in this vast Universe we live in. In fact, I think it’s downright simple to presume that everyone who believes there is significance in such celestial drama are wrong, when you have no proof of that yourself.

But it is a nice blog (even though it is way too heavy on the advertising), and the author did point out that the planets were all aligning for our entertainments. So go read Universe Today (just pull the RSS feed like I do and you don’t have to bother with the irritating mass of adspace).

Photograph by Richard McCoy.

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Jul 08

Storm Brewing
The Constant Siege has a lovely observation about spirituality that I wish I’d written myself:

It’s the ozone smell of the desert after a summer rainstorm, or the damp magnolia fertility in the air of a New Orleans night. It’s old Puerto Rican men playing dominoes on the sidewalk in Brooklyn, spilled out of their apartments, our public space blended with their private, their women dancing to boombox salsa, their children running for ices, far off police sirens singing chorus.

It’s the atoms in my blood and heart and brain. Atoms that have existed since the dawn of time, and will continue until it never ends. Atoms that have been in the heart of stars, and traveled in comets, and lay in the cold grey dust of the moon. Atoms that have fed great sequoias, and the earthworms underneath them. Atoms that have been breathed by kings and paupers, philosophers and madmen. Atoms that I’m carrying right now, on brief loan, my contribution to their life, and theirs to mine. Pure eternal energy, great and small. It’s being old when young, and young when old, knowing I will die soon, but I’ll never really die.

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Jul 07

How many stories are there in a day? Every day, every one of us is a story. Some are boring, but some are fantastic. Every soul on Earth has its own story, set to the cadence of every heartbeat drumming up the words. The most frustrating thing is not knowing the stories of the lives that we intersect with. Points of interest along the route of life compile without definition: we don’t meet, we don’t know, we only move on, just as the story does. Today I met four stories, but I have no idea how they began or end, I only have the snapshot in my mind, a single page or paragraph, and the frustration and wonder at what it is that made that story fantastic.

In order of occurrence:

There was a dark-haired woman and a toddler sitting at a table in McDonald’s eating breakfast. Her arms and legs were crossed and she stared down at her food, but the little boy, with a pacifier in his mouth, watched me as I walked by. When I left, walking back by them to get to the door, I noticed a car right outside the door with New York plates, and I wondered if it belonged to her and the little boy.

A big, tall man with copper-colored long hair was walking along the side of the road with a petite blonde woman wearing short-shorts. The woman was holding the hand of a little girl who might have been five years old, and the little girl had a dolly wrapped in her free arm. All four of them stared straight ahead, without expression or conversation (at least in those ten seconds that I saw them). The man was walking with a deliberate gait, and the other two were just keeping pace as well as they could. Or so it appeared.

A woman wearing a white dress and a black backpack was standing by a patrol car with the police lights spinning, and the officer, a burly macho type with mirrored sunglasses, was standing beside her holding a book or a pamphlet of some type, staring down at it. The woman wasn’t looking at him, but past him, at nothing I could see. There was a church nearby, but the road they were on was a connector route between Centreville and Tuscaloosa. There are a lot of houses along that stretch, but not much else, so it was kind of odd to see a woman walking alone through there.

Another woman, barefoot, wearing a tee shirt that was just long enough to make it look like that was all she was wearing and with a big blonde hairdo of loopy curls, was walking smoothly across the pavement around her car, which was stopped at an intersecting road between Centreville and Montevallo. She wasn’t walking with the “I think I have a flat tire” hop, but as if she was thinking something through, something very distracting. I didn’t stop to help because she got back into her car, and I saw in my rearview that she was pulling onto the main highway, heading back toward Centreville.

All of these people were beautiful, from the burly cop right down to the little dolly. They were all people in my own story’s margin, people whose lives I’ve glimpsed but whose stories I’ll never know, no matter how boring or adventurous or scandalous or petty or eager or psychopathic or horrific or desirable or melodic or distressful or macabre or mischievous. All I know is each one of those stories was interesting, for those few words I was able to read of them. All the planets this morning were spinning out of line–or into a line–and gave me a glimpse into the eyes of ordinary grandeur, everyday wonder. And I liked it.

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Jul 04

Here is a great tribute to America, courtesy of Matt Parker and Trey Stone of South Park fame. Er…disclaimer: there’s a lot of foul language in this video, but it’s funny, so…Happy 4th of July.

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