7.05.2019

Notes on Predicting the Future

The necessity of vast generalization to live with lots of complexity, globalized information. This has obscured the specific connections between things, so that specifics are disregarded for the generalized. Indeed, vast systems discount particular specific instances as anecdotal, as anomalous. But it is not at the level of the general that men are most comfortable, but at the specific, the anecdotal. 

My predictions of the future begin with specific observations in areas I have developed a refined expertise in. They began with a practical base, with observations on the road of other drivers, predicting what they would do next based upon cues taken quickly from their driving. I could see things from my truck before they were going to happen. I could move to lanes that would avoid the potential danger of accident.
But there is another higher order of prediction, based on cues that are not as easily observable. In trucking I found I would sometimes FEEL as though I needed to change lanes or to stay in a particular lane. Then some miles ahead something would be moving slowly in that lane, or some danger would present itself. What had I seen to predict this? What was the nature of this feeling?

The second question I have a better sense of answering. The feeling comes as a kind of voice. Not an internal voice like talking to myself, and this is why I call it a feeling, though it is perhaps better called a felt voice.
Consciousness is the seeing of oneself in the world. It is an ability and a perspective but is often misused. Unfortunately, it has been cited as an accessway to truth and to knowledge when coupled with a language influenced by writing (written, non-pictographic language changed spoken language). The conscious person is best realized in abstract talk, unrelated to the natural world.
What would be the use of consciousness? Perhaps as a fail safe for when emotions overrun and blind and inhibit or misguide action in the world. Consciousness then would be a way to clear up obstacles to a return to enlightened non-thinking in the world. Consciousness as a way to stop oneself from making excessive emotional judgements. 

But consciousness explored as a pathway to deeper truth is person/individual making and world destroying.

In predicting the future I cannot do it when consciously trying to do it. When I insert myself through thinking I make false predictions. 

There is more revealed to the unconscious than to conscious thought. The feeling that you are being watched and you turn and see that you are being watched comes from the same place as the seeing of the future.

Perhaps "prediction" is the wrong word to describe what is happening. One feels the future. A seeing brought about through unconscious feeling. To let the conscious self and person and individual go is to allow a knowing of the world impossible through (self) conscious, logical thought based upon the technology of (abstract / non-pictographic) written words.

The technologies humans have more recently created encourage consciousness, encourage the privileging of personhood and individuality. These technologies further the distance between humans and the natural world (the other animals). The path of what humans call "progress" is towards the technological enhancing of individual consciousness.

1.20.2019

"The Burial" by Varlam Shalamov

a translation by Maxim Botkin

In the new year I found a home.
A place to die without tears alone.
Its door does not close,
Thick with ice forever froze.

In this house a white mist spreads,
through the walls it blows,
settling near my bed,
it licks at my toes.

A brick is my candlestick,
and as the night nears,
from it the candlelight flicks,
and shadows and vestiges appear.

Yet in no way do I seem dead,
I still eat and drink,
Thus I shake my head,
For what am I alive, I think.

At last one morning it was said,
over our shared, frozen bread:
Perhaps it is a kind of dead,
that to the earth cannot be fed.

Ammonal into the rock we hammer it,
the gravedigger's rite.
The fuse is then lit,
on the mining dynamite.

Without clothes, without underwear,
Into this hole I disappear,
Bony and stripped bare,
There is no other grave here.

Not dirt, only handfuls of stone,
Flies about my face.
Anxious days, bitter nights alone
The circle unbroken in this place.

         *   *   *

With verses this sincere,
I can start a fire,
turning to ash all men near,
to be spread about this mire.

Yet, when I am no longer cold,
These lines I am unable to behold.

But should another
biting snowstorm break out,
with that cold that smothers
and lingers about

I will again in that blizzard dire
with these lines rekindle a fire.

         *   *   *

With this triumph at my side,
in spite of any bear or fox,
with my bicycle I ride,
along this highway of rocks.

Here, for a stenographer of the land
a story in clay and sand:
a suicide note
forgotten, yet close at hand.

Buried in these roadside ruts,
anywhere geologic pits were cut.
All of us, who could not speak out
who's mouths were kept shut ...

But who to read these hieroglyphs,
some Champollion yet unknown,
To decipher these voiceless myths,
To hear their human moan.

10.20.2018

Dallas vs. Miami

MIAMI: You think its easy. Lemme know how yor white-ass, racist-style deals with the shithole I'm in right now. Middle o'nowhere. You'd get your ass beat. About to get mine. But watch me fight, these racist rednecks. Watch me. You fucking bitch.

Motherfucker just told me a crazy story. Now I know how to pack a 9 millimeter. He explained it all in detail.

Maybe you get that from your adventures. But I certainly get it from mine. Thank God they don't want to fight me. They like me.

This redneck bartender fucking loves me -- I love her too. So go fuck yourself.

Now I'm in the bathroom alone. I jus needa psss, ya bish, ya bish.

But you're right. Gonna watch my back now, nonetheless.

Lemme not become a bitch.

But how about this: lemme jus taka psss, ya bsh.

Might still fight though. Would you?

No, 'cause you're a bitch.

Bartender keeps coming by me. Dudes are getting mad.

I will punch these retarded men.

DALLAS: You're bombed out of your head. Go home.

MIAMI: I will punch them very soon.

You have no idea where I am.

DALLAS: Recognize you are wasted. Get an uber and go home now.

MIAMI: Watch my punch, ya bish.

Angling right now. These guys deserve it. I might get arrested. Fuck it. And fuck you. You don't know shit. Throwing my phone after this.

DALLAS: You're a drunken fool. Go home before you fuck your life up.

MIAMI: Won that fight, kinda. Woman gave me her number anyway under the bar. Dude hit my head. Not happy about that. I hit him good too, but my hand hurts. In the Uber now.

DALLAS: You're a total fuckup and a moron.

MIAMI: Yeah, as if you know. Never been in an actual fight in your life. GO FUCK YOURSELF

DALLAS: You will read this when you are sober and regret all of this. Clean up your life bro. You are a fucking drunk and a nobody. A zero.

MIAMI: FUCK YOU!!!!!!!!!!!

Fuck you, going to the hospital now.

You don't know shit about a street fight -- you little faker. Well this woman. She just showed up. I love it. I'm bleeding everywhere. Thank God for her.

You shit fuck.

They're gonna take my phone, ok! You fucking but!

Go fuck yourself.

You would never bail me outta jail. You're a little bitch. Miller, Hem, Sal -- they have no faith in you. They'll punch you in your bigass nose. I will never support you, man. Ever. 'Cause you'll never support me. So wanna box? Name the time and place, asshole. Be scared, 'cause I will fuck you up. I will you fuck up.

DALLAS: You are a fool and a nobody.

MIAMI: Yeah. Would love to box you one day. No training. Gonna box the shit outta you. Name it. Let's film it.

DALLAS: We will set this up when you are sober. Go to sleep. You are just embarassing yourself right now.

MIAMI: It must be done. Chris will give us the venue. People will come to see this. I did get into a fight, btw. And my nose is bleeding, but I gave it my all. If I can take that bigass dwerb, I can take you.

DALLAS: You're a skinny wasted drunken bum. A never-was-been. Youre a waste of my time. Alcohol and courage are different things. Youre a mediocre man and a worse than mediocre writer.

MIAMI: Good, good. Get worked up. It will give you energy. Please don't be upset when I fuck you up.

DALLAS: Go to bed

MIAMI: This is why I'm gonna fuck you up. Let's plan this. Let's roil up your boring life. Don't worry, I will use gloves. And for the record, I've done this before. Back then, it was about a woman. Now it's about shutting your goddamn mouth.

DALLAS: Go to sleep faggot

MIAMI: Good, good. Keep trying me. Makes me stronger.

DALLAS: Was texting with chris. We both agree you are the next miami person to die.

MIAMI: Awesome. The truth is -- you've never been a friend to me. All you've done is diss me and my work. So it has come to this: I challenge you to a fist-fight.

Let's see who wins.

Seriously.

You fucking bitch.

DALLAS: Youre a drunk. Drunks have no friends.

MIAMI: Yeah. Drunks also punch people in the face.

DALLAS: Go to sleep bro

MIAMI: Fuck you.

DALLAS: When you read this nonsense later youll call me to apologize

MIAMI: This fool and "a nobody" has bigger balls than you. I don't care anymore. Go fuck yourself. What have you done for me, or anyone, as a friend?? Nothing, absolutely nothing. You have no friends, and that's OK, perhaps. You're a solipsistic bitch. We shall not speak again after this text. I have decided now to disown you as a friend, as I realize it doesn't matter to you anyway, right? Good. Then let it be.


7.28.2018

Human Side Podcast 21: Always Leaving

With Andreas of Austria. Topics discussed: Imprisonment in Burma; smuggling cocaine from Colombia to Ecuador; islands in the Pacific; the great state of Texas; and the danger in seeing too much of the world.

7.24.2018

Human Side Podcast 20: "Don't Pull the Knife Out"

With Andreas of Austria. Topics discussed: the absence of artistic greatness in contemporary life; marrying foreign wives and divorcing them; dating girls from Montenegro; Darwin's theory of Genetic Drift; Colombian knife attacks; and the silencing of the restlessness that forces a man to leave his home and country.

6.26.2018

Human Side Podcast 18: Corporate Slavery

To relinquish a hard-gained freedom and happiness for the stability and certainty of making money. But to discover the only certainty is misery. How is it that two men who learned this truth years earlier have returned to the West and gone back to work for it?
 
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