Minimalist With Radical

Minimalist With Radical

 

Is a challenge for me to write two different styles of blogs in the same blog-space.  Not up to speed and failed the entrance exam and procedures test.  For now, you will know me and what I do, from traces of the past.  Today is a picture day.  And the theme is more than just first thoughts arrived at in morning.  Concentrated effort to find a topic and stay with it.  Theme concentration and discipline and keep it short.  That is the real test here.  Name change but with similar traits and style, you might recognize me as Stoney-Blogger.  Today I am wearing that hat and those shoes.  Fitting into a familiar footprint and one-size-fits –all arrangement.  Have two thoughts or themes in mind as I make my way through this effort.  The Title:  and for once do not want it to be misleading:  Minimalist With Radical.

 

Minimalist With Radical, and I wonder what the average person might write about when presented with this material in Writing Class 101?  As for me, I am alive and well and even as I plan to keep it short ( hence the word minimalist), I will continue in robust form introducing the idea that I am with Radical.  As you know, he lives in Seattle.  The new blog organization ThinkR.xyz  uses Word Press software and if not wrong, got it’s start in Seattle.  Don’t want you to think I have gone all rogue and wild-card and local on you, but Seattle has a reputation of staging protests and looting store-fronts and the police shooting Indian Woodcarvers and others.  Wild West still, and perhaps that is true.  Not up to standards of Texas, but must say:  “Is an unpredictable place.”

 

Mysterious Orient and their best idea are hard to translate.  Came across the reference:  DANSHARI, and it translates to:  The Art of Decluttering.  In the old days I was accustomed to thinking that the Japanese people and their spaces were small.  Now due to improvements, this idea no longer is valid.  Fast-forward to Seattle and find this article about Homes for the Homeless that measure 8 feet by 14 feet, and is designed to meet all the needs of a person they hope to encourage not to sleep in doorways and on the street.  Have not followed up on how this DIY ( do-it-yourself ) program is working, but am aware that it is getting funding and operational.  That said, the idea of small  and small homes makes sense in a market like Seattle, which now has the 7^th highest cost of living rate in America.

 

Was not sure how ‘ Minimalist With Radical ‘  would translate when entered into my language conversion machine.  Yes, I have one.  Won’t elaborate, but if you like, will chuckle at the thought.  Entered.  Returned.  And it did not bother me that I was now with a conversation, rather one-sided that had me dealing with a description of a Japanese Language Radical.  Not radical in a bad way.  Seems there are 214 radicals in use in current Japanese, and unlike our 26 letters in the English alphabet, each has its own base meaning and understanding  that gets placed in mine,  by the very first look.  Go on to learn that radicals are graphemes.  

 Hit me with that again.  Graphemes. 

 

 Not a form of bad guy or terrorist.  Oh how I am so tired of hearing that word.  Terrorist and will be treated as if I am one, when going to the nfl football game in Seattle on Sunday.  Gateway and entrance nightmares occur.  Strange to be treated that way.

 

Radical.  Rogue.  Bad Guy.  Terrorist.  Like I said, “Am so tired of hearing that word.” But have not been discouraged by Seattle Seahawks’s first of the loss of the season to Green Bay Packers.  Can give an upside-down explaination and analysis, but like my brother says, “I am on vacation doing a cruise from Upper Germany to Hungry.  American football and we can postpone all that until I return.  Not important.”  And with that I tend to agree.  But have ticket and is walking distance from my residence, so I will attend.  Important enough to show up, be hassled at the entrance gate, and not deal with it and 65,000 fans, who are being treated just like me.  Equality.  Terrorist Special.  He shrugs.  Whispers, “911 and World Trade Centers.”   Then looks away.

Talking about keeping myself safe while attending a nfl football game.  Then get side-tracked when seeing this:  David Cassidy:  Naked Lunch Box .   Rolling Stone.  Has me in a bubble and am expecting it to pop any time soon.  Not sure where that leaves me.  Was hoping to address the subject:  Bushu Code.  Enter this and expect for the current conversation to change, and it does.  Going away from minimalist with radical, and into the fast lane for mind detention and radicalization.  “have you lost your mind?”  Said by somebody close to me, and think 

she means it.

For now,  I provide no answer.  Automatically am redirected to a Japanese province that thrives on Kangxi Radicals, reminding myself that most of this is a derivative of China extract.  Without more background, I am lost.  Minimalist with Radical  and is my reminder to keep this blog short and to the point.  Sighting in the point of no return.  Can’t take back what is here, unless of course I do the edit routine and seek The Vanishing point.  In the end, I do not elaborate about Bushu Code and will leave that discussion for another time.

New blog space but with familiar people from thoughts.com and as in the past we are reminded, Stoney Blogs are often fractal islands floating in the Rings of Saturn.  And many are identifies as errors by the discerning mind, and there is agreement.  “Never should have been written in the first place.”  Examples of what we learn and experience because we are here, is perhaps the hidden message embedded in Stoney Blogs or Bushu Code.  Radical thought and brings me back to the connection with minimalist with radical.  Some things are hard to repackage and relabel.  Come to Word Press, or wait is that just the software we are using, and not a place to blog.  Go to ThinkR.xyz.  Now we see that much is recognizable.    Stonehead is SeeDrum.  We see it in his eyes, not yet covered over by cataracts .

 

Currently reading about computer processing of oriental languages .  Is an e-book edited by Yuji Mastumoto, Richard Sproat, and others.  Mentions that radicals can have a useful purpose.  Gives promise to the idea, not all radicals are bad.  Gives hope that I will survive going through the gates of my first nfl football game on Sunday in Century Field in downtown Seattle.  Will incorporate what I have learned from reading a book about:  Computer Process of Oriental Language.

Will bear a smile and look friendly.  Have noticed in the past this is also done by Japanese visiting the White House in Washington D.C.  Will incorporate in my entrance dance a multi-radical method.  If it needs a name, will refer to the Bushu methodology.  Am sure that will grant me multiple issuance of blank stares, but this will not deter me.  Most of those I meet at a nfl football are drinking or have had a drink or a fix to get them through their day at the ballpark with 65,000 others.  Now reminded, one of those might be a radical or terrorist, and so one must accept the ordeal of passing by the gatekeeper and not set off any alarms.

 

With this warning I finish this blog.  “Be careful.”  Non-natives and unborn-in-Seattle participants to Sunday’s NFL  Seahawks Game, must leap a large hurdle to successfully endure and experience this local event.  NFL Football in Seattle, once known as the Wild West. Is a problem for me to describe in a blog about all of this.  So I will cut it short and package all this as the title reads.  Minimalist With Radical.  The rest will be left to the reader’s imagination.  Will answer inquires in the comment field.

Will repeat this.  

 “Have you lost your mind?” 

 Said by somebody close to me, and think she means it. 

 

Gradients Of Recycle

Gradients of Recycle

 

Working on a novel system of organizing my thoughts in sync with my heartbeat rhythm.  Constant and steady is what I am hoping to achieve.  Then I stumble across the idea of gradient trigger mechanisms that can lead to bursting patterns and something addressed as chaotic spiking.  Seems this has meaning in a computational leech heartbeat model.  Has little to do with me.  I am human and not a leech.  But it is forcing me to consider gradient recycling and converting the gradient trigger mechanisms to something positive and more useful to one like me.  Novel.  Organizing my thoughts about gradients of recycle.  My blog for today.

 

Was visiting a friend recently and was tested for iodine deficiency.  Turns out I am lacking so many things at this stage of my life, and did not have a good idea where to start with The Fix.  Begins the puzzle and it gave me something to focus on.  Leech Heartbeat Model.  Have a remarkable ability to transport and change my mind.  Channel my thoughts and come out being in control.  This is the force and idea that keeps me going forward.  Centers on an ultra-fractal position.  Slightly unstable and makes me tipsy, and all of that without a single sip of alcohol or injection of drugs in my system.  Put some iodine on my arm and said, if it goes away within 24 hours, you are deficient.  And so it turns out, that is the case.

For me, I am new to all of this.  Have lived a life of having things.  Material Man and made out with this style of living.  Now it turns out, I take a test and am now deficient.  One thing leads to another, and is a poorly understood  condition, if for me the gradient trigger is reversible.  Understand there are great advances in what we are capable of doing.  And now I have something that seems important.  Mastering the process of gradient recycling.  Gradients of Recycle and it has a nice sound to it, when repeated over and over.  Will call it the gradient mantra.  Will use it when I need to have a meditative moment and a trigger to arm a relaxation response.  Will use it as an alternative to using the Leech Heartbeat Model to determine the condition, my condition is in.

 

Not sure if any of this is really what I am concerned about.  Iodine Deficiency and yes that could be a gradient trigger mechanism that needs to be recycled and removed from my body and from my mind.  Seems I have turned things  upside-down.  Not sure what my perspective is when not seen in a straight forward way.  Suits me.  I have a divergent intelligence and personality.  Or so I have been told.    Have a deficiency.  Am facing a little understood situation.  Go to Wikipedia and look up Divergent Thinking.  Not sure why, but seems a natural thing to do.  Get supplements and I go to Wikipedia.  Not sure how that happened, but is where I find myself.

 

All of this is leading up to an inquiry of a different proposition.  What does divergent intelligence and personality have to do with being with an iodine deficiency?  Very little, I suspect.  “But is where all of this has taken me.”  And am aided by Wikipedia when I read.

[   ……Psychologists have found that a high IQ alone does not guarantee creativity.  Instead, personality traits that promote divergent thinking are more important.  Divergent thinking is found among people with personality traits such as non-conformity, curiosity, willingness to take risks, and persistence…..] 

source   https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Divergent_thinking.

The road he walks leads to an openness to experience.  “Test me.”  He says.  “matters not if I am deficient.”  And what is not said is important, also.  Seems he is working on a project that involves gradients of recycle.  This too is little understood.  So he writes a blog on the subject to clarify his position.  Throws in a lot of ex-temporary material that would not come up in most conversations on iodine deficiency in humans.  But this time it is different.  Dealing with a person who is hung up on

The Leech Heartbeat Model.

Not sure why.

 

He wants to tell you.  Creativity is recognized as the ability to generate ideas or products with novelty and usefulness.   Over time this can contribute to something he likes to call, ‘…. social progress.”   Gradient Trigger Mechanism and leads him to telling you that DT ( divergent thinking )  aids individuals like himself to generate as many answers as possible to a problem.  Haven’t considered all of this completely, but realize this is a good start.  Test.  Deficiency.  Now take supplements.  Is simple as thinking this way.  Do what is suggested.  Is reliable and valid predictor of a solution to the problem facing you.  Iodine Deficiency.  Take a supplement.  “Just do it. “

Turns out he has many problems, and iodine deficiency is only one of those problems.  Turns out he has a more serious problem.  He has the tendency towards fluid intelligence-driven activity and creativity takes over his daily practice.  Invades and surrounds him.  Makes mountains out of mole hills.  When asked to be responsible for such actions, he talks  about divergent thinking and the side effects of excessive creative ability.  And when most will lose interest, he goes on to talk about Gradients of Recycle.  As if it is the most important thing standing next to him.  For him it is the Elephant in the Room, and he goes on and on.  But of course all of this occurs in a blog.  In real life, he is quiet and passive.

 

Gradients of Recycle and has me wondering what this has to do with you and I.  Where is the interest?  Why did he feel it necessary to write this blog?

Has something to do with living in the moment and the interaction of affinities that converge and find meaning for him.  Knockoffs and triggering mechanisms and is like epilepsy or stroke,  just happens at the most inconvenient time.  Triggered by something, and he wonders if an iodine deficiency could be involved.  No idea and he knows how complicated life can be, and how the human body works, is a bit of mystery for him.  Seems like he is more interested in things like demilitarization, recycling and reclamation and conversion of bad thoughts and invasive things.  Short version and he uses the phrase:  Gradients of Recycle to bring all this to mind and apply himself to solving the puzzle of how to rid himself of the side-effects that these things bring to him.

 

Not sure why he thinks blogging about the gradients of recycle will solve his problems, or yours.  Inner medulla pressure releases thoughts that he is unable to account for.  But just in case it is important, he has gotten into the habit of writing it down.  Is one of his primary blogging goals.  Write it down.  Then let it go.  Recycle one’s thoughts and see what others will do in the comment field of his blog.  Has something to do with counter-current-multiplication, but currently he is not in the mood to explain any of this.  Just mentions it in a blog.

Comes down to this admission.  The material in this blog is not recyclable.  And we should dismiss all of this as a by-product of iodine deficiency and contaminated thinking.  It happens.  Gradients of Recycle and there is no place to go with all of this.  Hence,  a big push to go to Mars.  Another challenge for mankind.  Another place to put our stuff.  Is the thoughts of material-man and I must confess.  This is my biggest problem.  Material-Man.   Too much stuff.  Won’t fit in a blog.  Going to Mars.  I am.

Let There Be No Confusion

Let There Be No Confusion

 

S/He lights a fire and comes to a quick conclusion.  Things are heating up.  Never Wrong.  Is the track record s/he is seeking.  Words and Deeds.  Setting the world on fire and doing it in prime-fashion-way.  Sucks wind and goes from spot to spot, tending the fires s/he has burning.  And this brings me to the point I want to make.  Let There Be No Confusion.  S/He knows what they are doing, and who will get burned as the flames rise and leave their pit, to engulf us all.  Smoke and Mirrors and sees the reflection of a total eclipse that left us in darkness, just the other day.

Ambiguous equivocating.  Wonder what that means?  Look it up.  And he does.

So I plugged this into the system and was asked.  ‘… ambiguous equivocation…’  or ‘ambiguous equivocating ‘, and I said,  “Both.”

Found myself looking at this:   Of course, most words are ambiguous, but context usually makes a univocal meaning clear. ... The Fallacy of Equivocation occurs when an equivocal word or phrase makes an unsound argument appear sound.

www.fallacyfiles.org/equivoqu.html

And now it is perfectly clear to me.  I have no idea what this is about.  Equivocation or equivocating,  has me thinking.  Best I go eat an apple and check to see if the fires are spreading.

 

Let There Be No Confusion.  North Korea fires a nuclear weapon in my direction, and the alert will sound.  Sound in time, and that is yet to be determined.  At this point, only words are lighting fires, as most of the implements of fire and destruction are landing in the sea east of North and South Korea and before they reach Japan.  All of this has happened before.  Think back and realize, they test these things over water, or at least that is what I have been lead to believe.  Back to the words I do not understand.  Ambiguous equivocation.   Ambitious equivocating.  And scratch my head.  Looking around for some cake to eat.  Now laughing.

Can’t keep my mind from wandering.  The extra effort applied here, is making me hungry.  Something gnaws at me.  Is times like this that I yearn to run the bases and burn off energy.  But first I need to get me some.  All Talk and no action is exhausting.  For a Bat-Swinger it is what means when it is said, “The worst.”  Has me back on the balance beam.  Equivocation is an informal fallacy resulting for the use of a word in multiple senses, used throughout an argument leading to a false conclusion.   Brings me back to baseball and exercise.  Abbott and Costello’s ‘Who’s on First?”  routine comes to mind.

 

What’s the difference?  Just words.  Nothing has happened yet.  Fire-starter is words.  Invisible and imaginary force that brings the world and universe and asteroids on a collision-course.    Double-entendre.   Dagger in the heart and keeps me on my toes.  Has me thinking about understanding interpersonal communication.  “Who’s on First?”

And another of my favorites.

“Are you talking to me?”

 

Let there be no confusion.   Once a fire is started and left unattended, there will be consequences that are real.  Have other things to do.  Fire Station Statutory Rape.  “Not my job.”  So lean into it and let it go around me.  Is my plan.

He writes a blog.  Voices an opinion, sort of.  Mentions scenarios that reflect the diversity and interactions found in today’s world, the one that surrounds us.  Imaginary or real, and is challenged to come up with an answer.  Some of this is beyond my ability to recognize what is just in front of me and staring me in the face.  Plead ignorance.  Points to the sky and says, “Smoke and I can’t breath.”    Rapid changing situations I must deal with and blame it on technology in an advanced society.

 

Now comes the best part.  “Not my fault.”  I will say.  About that, let there be no confusion.  Echoes follow me.  And yes, there is a big elephant in the room and I have nowhere else to go with any of this.  “Piece of Cake.”  s/he says.  And now the room is laughing.

Second Tier Event

Second Tier Event

 

Find myself taking a different route and not being direct with the issues that are coming to me.  Like I am thinking about second and third order effects, and have to figure out the right  words to use.  Second Tier effects and  then add the idea of how such things will affect me, but then stumble on the notion I have no idea how to discern between the conditions that may come when I use two different ways to state what I am doing.  Is there any difference and is it significant.  Second tier effects.  Second order disturbances that will affect me adversely.  And this is where this all begins.  Will the way he says things change the way we relate with what is being said here.  Second tier and is a way to say,  “Not the primary focus.”  Then zones in and says, “ This blog is based on anticipated events that come to me, but not directly.”

Do not want to complicate this.  It was said not long ago,  “.... you lost me here.”  “I need more information!”  “…. But I think you want me to work for it.”  “You want me to extrapolate phrases and interpret your intentions.”

I find this correct.  Is the methodology I use in most of my blogs.  And since blogs are short, and structured by the blogger, am going to the place in my mind, where I settle on all of this as second tier events, and do not really have the ability how things like this will affect you.

Am sure there is some performance loss and loss of meaning,, when the blog goes to a diverse collection of readers, and extrapolating phrases and interpreting intentions is just not on their list of things to do while reading blogs.

Living large and in a world connected by the Internet.  Local and International is within our reach now.  These conditions drastically affect me.  Make it known:  events in one place are affected by processes and intent and local nuance, based on it being in front of us, but actually taking place many, many miles away.  And in the end, deal with this by designating my first priority or priorities, in the face of its closeness to me.  I see it on a screen, but can it impact me directly?  That needs to be determined.  Click on an email and suddenly to have a virus, perhaps a Trojan Horse running through your computer and making a mess of everything.  Order is an important part of my discussion here.  Will this be a primary event and I need to deal with right now.  Or is it a second order event, and I have time to figure out how this will impact me?  Or can I just ignore what the people are saying on the opposite coast of the continent on which I live?  Guess I would call that tertiary events and far away, and I do not anticipate them, as I would a knock on the door and Police and Men in Blue taking over my space and my current activities.   “Immigration.  We are here to investigate you.  Let us in.”

 

Am living differently now.  The dance of connection is affecting me, up close and personal.  Finding out that not everybody is my friend.  Finding out that the leadership can lie and betray and insult me into unconsciousness.  So maybe the things and people I encounter,  directly and secondly and from a distance are not all the same.  Intend to deal with things as they come to me, but am recently experiencing an entire range of emotions that come with anticipated events and their outcomes, and then finding out, it will never be the way you thought.  Am now being forced to give attention to the order things come to me.  First order and it affects my primary position in the life I am living.  Then comes a second tier of events that are not life threatening, but might force me to make changes immediately.  All of this comes under the heading of the dance of connection for me.

 

The danger of bad people or unthinkable negative events is understandable.  I read about in the paper or online news, each and every day.  Troubles me, but does not lead me to depression or suicide.  Trouble is all around us, and is our job to protect ourselves, best we can.  Want to say I am seldom seriously affected when things in Washington D.C, say… “the White House” go awry.  “Read about it , but it will never impact or affect me.”   Is what I think and use to reassure myself, “You are okay.”

 

Starting to think different now.  Second Tear Event.  Sounds the same as Second Tier Event, but is different.  And takes him away from the black and white of things, and into a different place.  Needs clarification, so that we do not need to extrapolate and interpret situation and meaning.  Chaos all around me, as people are being run over by vehicles in crowded streets and assembly points.  Memorial monuments are being torn down, because it is not clear.  Primary Importance.  Secondary Influence and this is coming to a city near you.  Or is it something that happened in the past, and is being revisited by alarmist that make it a point of involving you.  “Trail of Tears.”  All of this is affecting me one way or another, and prevents me from maintaining focus and staying on topic.  Starting to think things are different now, but not sure how.

 

The space between you and I is both physical and mental.  Is subject to continual cession and annexation, and have the feeling I am being over-run by events that are foreign to me.  Not sure how to explain it.  Boundaries are being dissolved.  Am no longer independent.  The threat seems to be there, each and every day, as I read what happen to others,  thousands of miles away.  Spending more time now asking,  “Am I safe?”

 

Feels like I have been moved into the second tier/tear event zone.    Has me thinking about the flow of tears and sorrow one experiences when somebody close dies.  Run down by a vehicle at a protest rally, or just ran out of time, and had a natural and peaceful death.  It happens.  And am thinking it happens each and every day.  Today it was Jerry Lewis, the comedian and filmmaker, who teamed with Dean Martin in 1956, to keep us laughing.  Natural and he was old.  But then this has me thinking about the young and died at a protest meaning, somewhere far away from me.  Has me doing disaster triage and practicing on the way to a football game in Seattle,  exercises and drills prior to participation of the real event that could come crashing into or down on me.  Crying in my beer and saying,  “What’s up with you.  You are still alive.  Why are you crying?”

 

Have no answer just yet.  Before anxiety mounts, have decided to go watch a Netflix Movie.  Collateral Damage.  Will rest some and prepare for another day.  Will close the gap between real and imagined.  Helps when watching Hollywood or Bollywood feature film.  Dean Martin and Jerry Lewis and when I think about that pair,  has me laughing and feeling good.  Just does.