Infested Gaia Theory – Infected Mother Earth

Nov 25th, 2009 | Filed under Interesting, Opinions and Perspectives

Almost two decades ago as I sat with a good friend of mine looking towards a particularly beautiful jungle covered volcano near a white sandy beach, he asked me if I had ever heard the theory of a living Earth. I replied “No, what is it?” so over the next few minutes he outlined it to me. Although I doubt the theory is true, there are aspects of it that have been bouncing around in my head for many years now, so I thought I should share it here with you.

When I think about earth in my head, I usually think of images of green pastures, flowers, trees, blue skies with fluffy white clouds, flying birds and a sun. These images are probably influenced by many artistic and photographic images I have seen that depict this, as well the environment I grew up in in Canada that occasionally would look almost exactly like this. Depending on what you are used to, you may think of other things, I imagine a child that grows up in a city, does not travel out of it, and does not watch much TV or take art classes may imagine things very differently.

But this is not an image of a pasture, or jungle, or city, but an entirely different way to think about our magnetically shielded planet spinning through the galaxy with it’s shifting plates, moving oceans, and erupting volcanoes.

Infested Gaia Theory:

Earth is not a simple rock, but is actually a very large living organism, and like all living organisms it experiences phases of heath, and sickness. Grass, and trees are similar to our hairs, volcanoes are similar to blemishes, and just like any other living organism, it does gradually shift and change appearance over the years, but since it is such a long living and huge organism, it shifts very slowly as it feels no great rush to move any faster.  This is hardly detectable by us shorter lived animals that inhabit her.

Like all living organisms it is covered in other creatures, most of them are parasites, by definition a parasite is a species who benefits at the expense of its host. Obviously since we use materials from earth to build everything we use, from computers to cities, space ships and nuclear bombs, we easily fit the definition of a parasite.

Mother Earth can heal herself quite quickly against small disturbances, but humans in particular are a very high breeding, and destructive parasite, who have become experts at cutting down forests, destroying foliage, as well as burrowing and blasting right into the earth.  Where there was once beautiful green wild ares of life, we create massive, sterile “Dead Spaces”, mostly only inhabited by us, and then work very hard to maintain it’s sterility as we expand.

This is our nature, being the parasites that we are.

What do you do if you drag some soil into the house? You take it back out.

If the road or sidewalk cracks and some grass comes up, we usually kill the grass, and pave it back over.

I mean who doesn’t enjoy sitting around a fire at night and throwing bits of trees into it?

Like all living organisms, mother earth does have an immune system, and one day the immune system might kick into high gear and it could kill off most of us parasites through rains, volcanoes, earthquakes, and tsunamis, hopefully I won’t be around to see it.

Planetary Infection

Planetary Infection of Organism Earth

Have a listen to Gerorge Carlin’s Thoughts on Our Planet:

Soul Asylum – String of Pearls Lyrics and Video Soul Asylum – String Of Pearls – 1995 Germany – The Blast Mound 2009

Nov 23rd, 2009 | Filed under Soul Asylum

This is a very underrated band as far as I’m concerned. I love the lyrics. This one is called String of Pearls off the Black Gold Album.

 

String of Pearls

She swings the string of pearls on the corner
The street lights reflect the light in the water
The string it snaps and the pearls go sailing
And they splash and bounce and roll ‘cross the wet street

As she bends to chase the pearls a car swings ’round the corner
She darts from the eyes of the panic-struck driver
Who’s racing to the delivery room
‘Cause in the back seat his wife is busting out of her womb

And the sack breaks and out come the Siamese Twins
Who grow up to become the first President
With two heads
Are better than one

He puts his heads in his hands, says I got to put my heads together
I can become the best President ever
And not just President
Fend for yourself

Signs his name, takes the blame for all of the names with no shame
In their beliefs
They adjourn and they leave, and in walks a man
With a broom and a knife and blood on his hands

And he sweeps everything under the rug
And goes home to his kids and gives them a hug
But his wife was not there, she had just left a letter
That said “you’d be much better off without me”

Now his wife took the train to her ex-lover’s funeral
Who died in the bathroom, hit his head on a urinal
When they got together, the knowledge was carnal
And the widow was at the funeral, and they had quite a catfight

And they fell into the hole where the casket was resting
And the preacher just left in the middle of the service
‘Cause death was one thing, but women made him nervous
And he ran to his car and he drove ’round the corner

Then something in the street caught the light in his eye
He pulled over, reached down, and picked up a pearl from the gutter
And he didn’t know what to think
And he brought it home and washed it in the sink

And he gave the pearl to Sister Mary Teresa
Who could not accept it so she gave it to Lisa,
A young prostitute who was missing a pearl
On the necklace that broke late last night


Soul Asylum – String of Pearls – Germany 1995


2009 The Blast Mound – Soul Asylum – String of Pearls

Why do you wear a logo?

Nov 19th, 2009 | Filed under Opinions and Perspectives

My Grandpa was a great man, he didn’t talk very much , but when he did he made sense, one time he said to me:

“Why do you want to wear a companies logo on your chest and walk around advertising that company.  If a company wanted me to wear their name I would want them to pay me for it”

That was an interesting question. Grandpa always had interesting questions, and stories. I think he only talked about once a week or so, and the stories and questions he would come up with were obviously well thought out.

So why do people flock to the store and pick up things with Nike on them, or Adidas? I mean they make great shoes, but why do these people decide to plaster themselves in logos? What does a Nike swoosh on a hat have anything to do with buying a decent sports shoe?

Do you become a member of the tribe of Nike ?  Are you a special member in the club of Adidas ?

What exactly does it mean to be a member of a shoe company club?

Do the Adidas guys get invited to all the good soccer (football) games or something?

What does a Nike kind of guy do exactly? Does he think about jumping up and down like Michael Jorden, and then tell himself “Just Do It! ” then actually jumps up and down? Does he run a lot?

What about the American Eagle guy? Will he one day gain the knowledge of flight after so many years of draping eagles over his body?

Will the Abercrombie and Finch guy one day be aloud on the official A & F sailboat where he will take the helm as captain after promoting the brand on his chest for so many years?

Do Polo guys play polo?

The Red bull tribe i hear likes to jump off bridges and stuff.

Apparently from what I have read, men especialy purchase things with labels on them, for two reasons.

1) Men are afraid of fashion, and know that buying a logo item will at least let him be accepted by people “in the club”.

2) Men like to belong to some sort of tribe or group, and logos make them feel this way.

Anyhow, I am a member of the No Logo club myself. I am not willing to advertise for companies, and the worst thing is they charge you a premium price to do it.

Join the No Logo club, we save money by not advertising, and live a better life with what we have saved. We also usualy look better.

Lets face it guys, what we really want is women, and they don’t usualy buy logos, and likely don’t appreciate the 60% premium you pay to wear them on your back.

The New Alpha On the Block

Nov 17th, 2009 | Filed under Interesting, Travel

I am currently staying in a typical South East Asian Suburb, on a long road of small, European inspired concrete townhouses. The road appears quite green, with many small trees and plants lining the narrow little one way street, many of the trees grow fruits such as mangoes, oranges, bananas,  jack fruit,  and others I cant remember the name to. Most nights there is a tropical rain storm and, the road will  fill with frogs, who all seem to enjoy  hopping around happily on the wet pavement. After the roads have dried, many  cats will venture out from the dry  safety of their house gates, and go out to attend to their feline business. Many of the houses also have dogs, who stay within the house gates most of the day, with one exception, a particular dog who roams freely,  named Gong.

Gong

Gong is a fairly large dog, and was the king of the road until at least today. Today something happened, and Gong seemed to have  lost some of his turf.

Now when I say Gong is King of the Road, or as my son and I like to call this large dog, King Gong. It is because absolutely no one that Gong does not approve of is alowed to go down our road.

Our road is fairly busy with a lot of various types of traffic, we have guys on motorbikes who sell twelve different types of soup, there are guys  with full charcoal barbecue driving around, that will serve up five different types of  sausages, squid, or chicken with papaya salad there are guys that cut up fresh  fruits for you, guys with  coffee tea, hot chocolate, iced coffees , there are guys with shaved ice and all sorts of candy and flavorings,  as well as three or so ice cream visits each day. We have the flower sellers that sing with their great voices as they  walk down the road selling flowers that smell fantastic, even from up to twenty or so feet away. Pickup trucks full of organized fruit, vegetables, meat and fish driving down the road twice a day, post  men on their motorbikes, and people installing satellites and Internet connections, servicing air conditioners, or painting houses. There are also lots of residents on the little road, who walk to its end for food each day, or back and forward from school , or the bus, or maybe running to work and back in their motorcycles, cars or SUVs, each day.

Its a long busy road, and Gong is King.

If he doesn’t like you he will bark a few times to tell you to go away, if you don’t go away he will bark louder and all the other dogs will join in. On my road, mostly in the gates, there is a dog about every sixty feet or so. If you continue down the road gong will get off his lazy behind and do his work, barking loud with forty or so other excited dogs joining in. Some are little dogs like chihuahuas, and some are quite large, but Gong is their king.

Most new people just turn tail and leave when Gong decides they aren’t welcome, and steps into their path. I am sure if Gong wasn’t here we would have even more traffic. Thank goodness he lets in all the people he does, all the good food sellers that I love so much and the post man, and of course my son and me.

There is a German writer named Hans that visits family on this street every few months or so, he mentioned to me that he had written a piece about Gong in German travel book, something about how he knew the bad guys from the good guys by the sound of their walk down the road. Yes, tales of this dog have actually been published in print.

Gong is getting old now, he used to control about three square kilometers of turf, besides controlling our entire kilometer long street, he controls the one right of it, as well as across the overpass, and around a street or two there.

The other day I saw Gong going down the overpass, and there was another larger dog following him. It looked completely calm. Gong would stop now and then and bear his teeth to growl as the other dog, but would not attack, he walked about four feet at a time stopping to growl, but the other dog just followed like he didn’t care. All the way back to Gongs house, where Gong went inside and lay down, as the other dog walked past and down the road. Peeing all over Gongs Turf.

A week or so has passed since then, and today all the dogs were going nuts as this dog was again peeing right in front of Gongs house, as well as all the other dogs gates on that part of the road.

It looks like my road may have a new King. Too bad Gong is old, he sure kept us all safe. Maybe Gong will decide to show the other dog why he has lead for so many years, if not, I hope this new dog king is good hearted also.

Whats the price? – Rant

Nov 17th, 2009 | Filed under Rants

I have been looking all day for a promotional pen manufacturer that will ship to me for a reasonable price, I find tons of pens, but no pricing.  I have wasted about three hours on this and am just giving up for now. So I thought I would rant a bit about having price tags on stuff.

In my career in sales, I have sold inexpensive items such as $5 portable radios, and $3 headphones,  I have also sold $100,000 Cadillac , and top end home theatre systems sometimes costing more than $60 000,

I have seen all kinds of sleaze and greed in my time, and the worst of it is when you put a high commission salesperson with a product with no price tag.

Often a $70 item suddenly becomes $300, or a $500 suddenly becomes $2000, and believe it or not people don’t know any better and actually buy these things.  Sure they usually know the price of the main item, but not all the little extras they try and sell you after. The guy ripping them off will lower the price until they buy anyhow, or “switch products” to get in their price range,  and judge how much they will sell it for by how much trust they feel they have from the customer.

Anyhow, here I am trying to buy pens online, and there are no prices, whats the secret? Do you expect me to draw you a bank cheque? I’m sorry I cant buy for “secret prices” how do you even put a secret price on the pay slip for me to sign?

If everything has price tags my days and everyone else’s will just be that more efficient, and the guys that rip you off not only wont be able to rip people off anymore, but when they go shopping themselves they wont get ripped off either.

There should be a law that all items without a price tags  are free.

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