Let’s begin with thinking about thinking. How do introspective sessions connect and coalese, how do I bind virtuality, what’s the ultimate digital expression? Perhaps not static, no mere ebook. Anyway, we’ve got to have a serviceable approach to building and updating our plans.

Each of the following chunks are lightning flashes of self definition I project / complete. Of course there may be too much, great gobbing mouthfuls of ambition beyond any reasonable expectation of chewing. How can I feel myself to be so much, so many? Worry about this for all of 10 seconds and just keep moving. Moderation in moderation. Like the Glimmung, we cannot know our limitations without a trial, a quest. Perhaps we have no limitations at all.

Then projects, the proving grounds of desire. What we want is what we do, we do things (ideally) to get what we want. Action then is a working through of desire, especially action towards a deliberate, conscious outcome. Whatever emotions arise are rich in vitamins and nutrients. Struggle is a flashing neon sign guiding us along the highway – turn here, keep going. If we are conscious and paying attention, everything speaks of what we want.

Why WordPress?

Ok, holy boners. We need to identify the pragmatic tool for recording AND indexing progress, having already tinkered with mind map software and such like esoterica, WordPress seems to be the down and dirty solution. Each post is sort of story, and the tags are great for cross referencing. WP is awesome enough except for 1) lack of local editing and 2) it’s handling of imagery and layout, which is execrable. So how do we get more pleasure out of thinking visually in WordPress? I love that all those open sourcerers made this happen, I’m down with not reinventing the wheel. Perhaps a plug-in exists, minor modifications to experience 90% of perfection. One normally would not get so specific at the start of a visioning document, but it’s really really important to get the documentation optimized. Blogging on the right brain.

God DOG!

The feedback form for a test screening of Bill W, a documentary about the founder of AA that Jeff and I went to. Soon I’ll be gathering feedback about DOG. Yes, the completion of DOG, the primary uber objective. Perhaps a bit of a joke to some, the puppets in my head throw up their hands at the mention of this seven year itch, or avert their gaze and snigger. I’ll show ‘em! Whether with raves or pans, pretty soon they’ll be filling out the forms. The end is nigh.

An archival post bath shot found while setting up the scanner – apropos of nothing except I like the filename stolen from Dick’s The Man Who Japed, “boiled enemy”. After an extended and near fatal voyage, the radiation scorched naked space ape helms his personal starship back to sparkling Gaia.

Ways in the World

Catch the Big Ball

Giving Mantak Chia a chance to guide my investigation and practice of sexual renovation. Current experiments have been very intriguing. Who can teach me tantra? Can’t believe I waited half a century to seek shakti.

Depth of Field

An intense portrait of my time shifted house mate. Imagine an alternate universe with someone like her as an incarnation of affection, companionship, adventure and seeing myself more compassionately. Choosing again to experience the loving, powerful and mysterious feminine with trust and confidence. In the not so distant past, I’ve incarnated the archetypal she as a capricious and even dangerous threat – another Dick reference, Galactic Pot Healer and the malevolent female deity who ravages creation and sinks the cathedral. My out as a powerful creator was loving one Kali after another, the pith-ed frog prince. I let that go in 2013, I don’t have to suffer any more. At a half century, the prince can be retired and the king or better yet the wizard can step up. See references for tantra.

 This is not a blog, this is not 2013, this is not a box full of pens

Look at this box. There is no clay or legos, no wood chisels, powdered mica, rolls of 16 mm film or coconut oil. What resources does this box offer, what is possible? If we make an inventory of what we do have, the list would certainly be endless. Focusing on what’s missing? The micro lecture I gave Lena – make a list of what you have right now.

Proof of Polymathism

Here’s an excerpt from the Huge Fuck Mother of all Lists, a riff on George Galloway and the Mother of all Talk Shows. Obscenity is often associated with sex, divinity and other unspeakables, perhaps that’s why it’s considered crass and even unprofessional. It’s tough to get collaborative traction on slippery unwords like god and genitalia. So too fuck. A giant to do list is a tribute to the impossible, inherently contradictory, like running over your grandmother with a time machine. Check all the items off the list and you’re dead. Including impolite words in the title hints that it’s a symbolic containment vessel for hot paradox, and you better be fucking clear on that, laddie.

Directorial – Live theater

Directorial – Feature

College Version 2.0

Room to Groove

 Love thyself

Ultimate Agenda

Adventures on the Edge of Apocalypse

But first about the points I made. Now as before they say little bio-massacre will occur under “25 x 25.”  They keep repeating that.

Do we believe their rhetoric, or their written “25 x 25″ reports?

Do we believe their rhetoric, or who they are in bed with?

Do we believe their rhetoric that they can “control biomass,” or the fact that in Michigan WE ALREADY HAVE FIFTEEN TIMES more biomass burning as “green energy” than wind?

Do we believe there rhetoric, or their actions in allowing (or not knowing) “get off coal” plans include biomass burning in East Lansing and Holland. When is the protest?

Why did I speak out now? Well I have done two radio shows, so I am not a newcomer to the debate.

But maybe it also has something to do with the fact I was just in the woods.

I just got back from driving across the UP. Down every highway is a parade of logging trucks. Trains with logs were sitting on tracks. Huge lumber yards were filled with trees. Matchsticks they look like, pile after pile of toothpick trees.

I went to a woods where I have camped for a years. It is National Forest. I often thought to myself, here finally is a stand of trees, that might if they grow look like nice trees. Here I can relax. And what was in the forest the last time I was there? Loggers. In the National Forest CAMPGROUND and surrounding lands.

Random people in restaurants in the UP complain to me about the hellacious level of logging. You can see it for yourself. You can see clearcut or “thinned” forest lands coming up with scruffy trees and weeds, or nothing. I see woods cut thirty years ago struggling to re-grow.

We have brusheries, the result of working our woods as an ATM machine.

It doesn’t take a genius to see that every round of logging, whether someone signed off on it as sustainable or otherwise, produces a crappier, more stressed forest.

It doesn’t take a genius to see that air pollution and climate change are weakening our trees.

It doesn’t take a genius to realize that when in parks there are signs saying “do not leave path” to protect the delicate forest soil and plants from FOOTSTEPS, that logging machinery forever changes things.

I am not saying we’re never going to cut a tree. I burned wood for many years myself.

But what’s happening now is beyond the pale. We just keep stepping aside, compromising, and nature is in trouble.

Go visit a green energy biomass plant. They run on tens of thousands, hundreds of thousands of tons of chipped up trees and forests. And produce very little energy.

Go learn about the creosote soaked railroad ties tossed in the biomass plant in L’anse poisoning the air and water in the name of green energy.

Go to Detroit where they sickened people for decades by burning trash as green energy.

Go to Grayling where they have burned tires along with whole trees in the biomass plant.

Go online and see Mascoma with a 150 mile bulls eye targeting hardwoods to be dissolved into ETHANOL.

Why speak out now?

Because the environmental groups have not done their job.

Because many people tried asking questions and got told don’t worry about it.

Because we have lost the chestnuts. We have lost billions of passenger pigeons and flocks of fowl that darkened the sky for days. For DAYS!

We have lost the grayling, most of the moose, elk and caribou we once had in Michigan.

The sturgeon hang by a thread, a few thousand where there used to be millions. We burned them in steamers for fuel.

Of tiny piping plovers a handful are left. When I was a boy every shore was filled with peeping shorebirds. No longer.

The chestnuts are gone, gone forever. The elms are decimated. Our beech trees are in trouble. The ash are going extinct.

Two white pines just dropped dead in my yard, and the oaks and maples are so stressed on my block nearly every single day someone is cutting them down.

Nature is in trouble. And it’s our fault.

Our environmental movement has to stop doing what’s funded, and start doing what is right.

They have to stop gearing information on renewable energy to get “a win” but to be true and accurate.

Either you stand with the trees, or for more logging and burning of the trees.

Trying to have it both ways means everyone loses.

And no amount of windmills will green-wash that.

Michigan “25 x 25” is a Bio-Massacre

by Jeff Gibbs

In Michigan right now ballot Proposal 3 known as “25 x 25” would require our state to get 25% of it’s electricity from “renewable” sources by the year 2025. “25 x 25” is being sold as all about solar panels and wind mills. It’s not. Far more than anyone suspects, it’s going to ramp up the dirtiest form of energy of all: biomass burning. Incinerating trees in the name of “green energy.” And it must be stopped if we care about climate change, clean air and thriving forests.

Yes that’s right, in the name of saving the planet and renewable energy we are about to make things worse. For those unfamiliar with biomass burning, it releases more carbon dioxide and more harmful particulates than even coal. Logging for biomass can drastically reduce biodiversity and set back a forest’s ability to sequester carbon dioxide for centuries. Most environmentalists oppose it. Or used to.

Michigan environmental groups promoting “25 x 25,” whose goals such as stopping climate change I otherwise support, have insisted there will not be much biomass burning. Their campaign shows images of wind and solar exclusively.

Clean Water Action   

Green Energy Future 

Michigan Energy, Michigan Jobs    

But this is what we are actually going to get. I call it a bio-massacre:

Massachusetts logging for biomass    

New Hampshire biomass plant

Michigan trees chipped for biomass

Don’t believe it? It was hard for me grasp as well. Still, there was that little word “biomass” in the definition of renewable energy. So I decided to check for myself.

Here was my first stunner: the national “25 x 25” Steering Committee seems to be 100% agribusiness and logging interests. Ethanol and biomass. On their bios are found the words cattle, corn, biomass and forestry, not solar or wind. The national “25 x 25” mission statement reflects this commitment to biofuels and biomass:

25x’25 Vision: By 2025, America’s farms, forests and ranches will provide 25 percent of the total energy consumed in the United States, while continuing to produce safe, abundant, and affordable food, feed and fiber.

When questioned about national “25 x 25” being primarily big ag and big timber, Michigan “25 x 25” supporters responded they have little to do with the national organization. Really? That’s odd. Because the national “25 x 25” organization brags on their website that they have influenced state laws and they include Michigan as a place where good things are happening.

And then the Michigan 25 x 25 Jobs and Energy Report was released. It was produced at Michigan State University, our state’s agricultural college. It was written not by the solar and wind department, but by faculty from the Agricultural, Food and Resource Economics Department with a huge vested interest in biomass and biofuels.

The report projects a nearly 300% increase in biomass. The red line on the chart below indicates the projected increase in biomass plant staffing.

 The authors of the report also aren’t shy about describing the new opportunities for their friends:

… the impact to the agricultural and forestry sector is anticipated to be… significant. Accounting for direct and indirect impacts due to feed stock procurement, transportation, logistics, storage etc., it is expected that biomass generation under a 25% RPS will result in nearly 12,000 job years. 

 (Please note: boosters of “25 x 25” routinely turn “job years” i.e. one job for 25 years is 25 “job years” into “jobs.” This means 75,000 “job years” gets turned into 75,000 “jobs” when it should be more like 3,000.)

And just what is the aforementioned “feedstock procurement?” In large part logging. Ah, the wonderful green jobs! Logging, trucking, installing air quality control equipment, using bulldozers to move around giant piles of wood chips lest they spontaneously combust like this fire at Biomass One in Oregon, or this entire biomass plant that exploded in flames.

So widely known (except to the public) is this new opportunity for “green energy” that “Biomass Magazine” has already alerted it’s readers. The magazine cautions though, that making “25 x 25” a constitutional amendment might be a mistake because it could draw “scrutiny and introduce more controversy than legislative action…” Yes that’s right, it’s easier to sell a bio-massacre beyond closed doors.

But there’s more. The burning of woody biomass isn’t all we’re going to get. The chart below reveals a big helping of biogas as well as biomass.

What are the other biogas and biomass sources besides trees and forests? Confined animal feed operations, landfill gases, burning garbage including old homes and tires, human and agricultural “waste.” All have serious issues and depend on enormous fossil fuel intensive systems. But those are not my main concern, it’s the burning of the source of our clean air and clean water as “green energy” that is my nightmare. Only two great planetary systems are capable of soaking up the CO2, our forests and our oceans. It makes no sense to destroy either one of them.

But alas the bio-massacre isn’t just in our future. It’s the reality of “renewable energy” right now:

 Burlington, Vermont biomass plant. Note whole trees looking like matchsticks in this photo prior to chipping. 

–In Vermont, the biggest single contributor to climate change and air pollution is their “green energy” facility. An enormous biomass burner which only produces a fraction of the energy of a fossil fuel plant.

–There is at least 15 times more biomass burning RIGHT NOW in Michigan than solar and wind combined. Given this, is it ethical for “Michigan Energy, Michigan Jobs” to ONLY show solar and wind on it’s photo “tour” of Michigan renewable energy? Here is what they won’t show you:

Cadillac, Michigan biomass plant

Enjoying our sustainable state forests.

–Michigan State University, the source of the “25 x 25” report, has no wind and almost no solar yet has already obtained a permit to toss 24,000 tons of trees annually into their coal plant to meet their “renewable energy” goals, a feat which will actually increase the CO2 coming from the smokestack.

 –In Holland, Michigan the Sierra Club has been fighting to stop a coal plant expansion. But Holland’s “clean energy” plan is in large part biomass burning disguised as “combined heat and power.” (The word “biomass” isn’t mentioned until page 31 in the proposal. That’s not an accident.)

So why are we getting so much burning in the name of green if wind and solar are such miracles? That’s a story for another day. Suffice to say there are issues with solar and wind that cannot be wished away. One major problem is that right now wind supplies only about 0.3 percent of Michigan’s electrical energy. To ramp that up to provide a significant share of our electricity would take tens of billions of dollars and 50 times more wind turbines than currently exist. Anyone think that’s going to happen?

And so it all comes back to cutting and burning our forests for energy. They say we would never denude the land of trees, yet that is the most common way civilizations end. It’s doesn’t happen in a day or a year, but blow by blow, cut by cut. We went though this once before. The trees are now smaller, stressed, and far less in extent. We won’t survive doing it again.

Michigan logging scenes from 120 years ago.

It makes no sense to stop the tar sands, fight fracking, or end the horror of mountaintop removal to protect the living planet, if we then incinerate the living planet for energy. Let’s get back to our “roots.” Save the trees. Stand with them against any “renewable energy” scheme like “25 x 25” that calls incinerating trees and forests “green energy.”

Jeff Gibbs is a filmmaker who has produced films for Michael Moore, the Dixie Chicks, and about the Sea Shepherd Conservation Society. He has lived in Michigan all his life. He is currently working on a film about the state of the planet and the fate of humanity. 

For more information about biomass burning go www.biofuelwatch.org.uk or to Partnership for Policy Integrity or this article I wrote.

What struck me in the tub at ~2:30 AM was the role of adult animals. They live for their young. Since it’s all about me, I thought about my role as an adult animal sans young. I was urged by Swami Bua to have a family, why? Perhaps because it’s a necessary phase of spiritual growth? A experience that fosters understanding and empathy? So I can have a little army of caretakers in my golden years? All the above? Well, there doesn’t seem to be much likelihood of this occurring so I’ve got to acquire these boons some other way or not at all.

What about making art, does being a parent help or hinder? Of course both and neither. There are the young years when prodigies are prodigious – making movies or paintings and setting the foundations for future retrospectives. Yet what can a young person really offer the world, having tasted so little of life? They offer the very energy of their lives, which – whether squandered or auspiciously channeled – is compelling. No deep insights needed. They create. Perhaps they breed and then do both, raise kids and keep creating.

For me this is all conjecture. I avoided parenthood because I wanted my own experience, without the responsibility of kids to limit my options. I guess my options were already so limited due to my interior situation, what I believed I could get away with. My universe was proscribed and I didn’t even know, consciously. I must have realized intuitively, because the idea of having kids was anathema. Marriage too.

What I am getting to here is I didn’t have the courage to follow my bliss way back when, so creating additional obstacles was just right out. Perhaps I learned by example, my parents appeared limited by having my brothers and myself, their lives were not very compelling to me, so why would I follow that path? Looking around as a kid, I didn’t see one example of parents who were having adventures and doing groovy stuff, so that’s that.

So much for second guessing distant decisions, the point is did I miss some character building opportunity? Do I lack key fortitude because I was never a dad? Can you see the fundamental routines running in the old bean dear reader? Lack… what’s wrong with me? Is there something wrong with me? Ha!

It’s just a flavor of thought. Gosh – who wants to eat ice cream cones 24/7?

Now the big gorilla in the room, the most intense introspection – unfinished projects. I returned from Brooklyn a couple years ago to finish unfinished projects. Progress certainly, yet as much deck clearing yet remains I have felt a shifting of late. Let’s inventory and assess.

From ~ 09-10-12

• Projects unfinished •
DOG
ALM
Brooklyn – too many failures/heartbreak
Hello World still busted after second expedition 2010
Sailing gear disorganized
Hobies untouched
Raft unlaunched, rusty
Rosie
House renovations
Back room / bathroom / roof
Shack
Accounting / Taxes
Food cache
Back pain
boners (holy)
Almonds festivals
Toasters
Dishes
Piano <440
Van
Spanish
Tai chi teaching
Sword and ru yi
Garden
Film gear organized
Garage organized and clean
Scuba gear

Projects finished (within 4 years)
Myriad collaborations with nyc artists
Lofts
Pot rack
vfx demo reel v.9
Jet video
Two M33Ms
Hammond organ
Teeth
Hanging chairs
Many parties
Dede videos
Lena videos
Bumper TCFF
Edits TCFF
Paper rack

As I am alone, I become aware that there is no one to continue in my stead, with no children or woman to believe (in the great work 09-19-12) and carry on. Thus I must neaten up my life and clear the way for passage into the next, not leave a big mess for someone else to clean up, untangle. Simplify.

I dreamt I was falling. First I was happy because the ground was far, far below, and then I got terrified as the ground rushed up. But no matter how close the ground got I always managed to swoop away. Then I was exhilarated because I could fly, which is falling forever. We are all falling forever.

Fallingforever.com
Dreamsofflying.com

“Double your success rate, triple your failure rate.” Og Mandino.

That could be a description of my life approach, I just haven’t been acknowledging this as deliberate. It’s just a slew of random incomplete projects that i was afraid to look at. If we define them as massive opportunities for failure, ongoing efforts that have hit a wide variety of obstacles and are all in various stages of problem solving, then this could make a hell of a lot more sense.

Plus, Rosie is not an unfinished  project. When I bought her, I set a clear objective. To convert her by the fall into a viable spare bedroom for the house. In the meantime to stabilize her – fix her leak. This has been accomplished. Further goals can be set and met, but to say she is unfinished is quite inaccurate.

Back to 09-19-12

I wrote the inventory then a few days later revisited and added the Og Mandino, after hearing Doctorow mention it I think. A deep blogging on this topic has been on my agenda since, so here we are.

Regardless of the rationalization, the fact of unfinished projects is justly antagonizing. When I look around at the clutter and scattered energy I am embarrassed. Not a very competent playing of the game, not a very adroit application of resources. I want to be surrounded by efficient and conscious environs, right now. Of course, undoing the damage of decades isn’t an overnight affair, or remediated by a week of frantic activity. It’s the long haul.

It’s a practice and a priority. An expression of who we are, nowadays. I don’t have to surrender any delightful qualities or break my nature, I am deciding on an enhancement of all the above. Imagine how much more rapidly I can manifest, knowing where things are and what’s available?

Alright, so protocol. It’s daunting, I’ve still got great boxes of unsorted material, but maybe more sorted than un? Is that true? I’d say at this point, possibly so. We want to identify all the projects, everything we’d like to get to. So we’d need a expanded list.

1 page for every year of my life – From Gurudeva, a fascinating objective. I would want to have a listing of historical events for the first few years of my life, slides and movies available. Moving into my later years, I’d want my own drawings and writings. I imagine this as a blog, heavily supplemented with movies and pictures. Includes my cast of characters, detailed bios on everyone I can remember and how I felt about them.

This would mean organizing and sequencing all my papers, phew! Compiling whatever family archives exist.

The supplemental material is for sparking memory, but I could always start, like this.

I was born, I suppose. I don’t remember that right now, maybe I will someday. Born in 1963, on May 18 at 10:30 AM or so my birth certificate says. Mineola, Long Island. My parents are/were Eileen Mary Kelly (Redling) and James Barton Kelly. I am was born on Earth by the way. I’ve got brothers but it’s not yet time for them to enter the story. Let’s just stick with being born and the events I can remember. My first memory I have assigned to the assassination of John Fitzgerald Kennedy, who was president of the United States of America. This is the country I am supposedly a citizen of, though that doesn’t really mean all that much to me now and certainly didn’t then. I remember a kitchen, light blue and white patterned wallpaper. Again, I assign this to Pound Ridge, New York and our house on Kinnicutt Lane, the wide window looking onto the backyard and the distant stacks (Big Alice) is to my left, the sun is out and blue sky fills the frame. There is the black rectangle of a door just ahead leading into the house proper and the stairs down to the finished basement. Perhaps there’s a phone mounted on the wall to the left of the door frame? I am in a crib, facing the ceiling, so I suppose I was lying on my back. I remember radio voices and then shock in the room, I believe I was picked up, perhaps more for the comfort of the adult (mother, grandmother) than myself. The words on the radio were unimportant, President John Kennedy shot. That’s all.

I find on Wikipedia (remember Wikipedia?) that JFK was shot on November 22, 12:30 Central, or 11:30 Eastern Standard Time. I would have been 6 months, 4 days and 1 hour old approximately. Is it possible for a 6 month old to have such a detailed memory? Sure, why not? I haven’t checked the web, but let’s have a look at the circs. The president is shot, perhaps dead. That’s big news anywhere. He’s also a Catholic, and in my family that’s key. Every adult in the room would have been horror stricken. The level of ambient grief would have been unprecedented in my short life, therefor it was a singular event and even without language, any brain certainly would have tagged the sensory data for later analysis. I don’t doubt that there are other examples of infant memory.

So what else can I say about my first year of life? Aside from the mundane recitation of kin, geography, world events and whatnot associated with start of my life, I have only my wonder. Who the hell was I to come to this planet? So much waiting to wake up, did I even know I was waiting? There are other memories that don’t have a specific age, perhaps I’ll relate all these now and then later link back to them. Of course, baby hood is full of possibilities, my first year on earth. Just ponder.

Now that’s not quite a page, but it’s a start and an indication of how to proceed.

Anyway, now it’s an unfinished project. Doh!

TBC in Chapter 2.

Gotta check this…

Freevideo.rt.com

Russia Today, Beyond Fukushima parts 1 and 2.

60 minutes

Arnie Gunderson about the pumps and workers at the plants

Some of my favorites (what’s MJ doing in there?)

Up this morning early trying to time lapse celestial events, then back home for a super hot bath. Claire raved about cold showers and so as a concession to her I flopped into Crystal right after. It’s been a super summer at the lake temple, grueling for the rest of the mid west but no complaints right here in heaven. The water is certainly not cold but it was cooling. When I got back inside there was a little bird hopping around the fireplace. I opened a window and gently shewed him out. Then hit my scalp with apple cider vinegar and now I am at the helm of the starblog.

I look kinda skinny here, wouldn’t it be fun to bulk up this winter? Should I hit 50 looking the part of the spiritual commando or stay in camouflage?

Anyway, here’s my epiphany for the morning. Writing about Doug and Jim Allegro and then imagining Lena maybe checking in with the organic spacecrafter Kai during her Seattle flyby which reminded me Dirk, Kai’s brother who was my inspiration for monkey barring the Artist house…my cast of characters. How much fun it would be writing little bios for everyone. I mention folks frequently in these posts so why not a reference page where they all live? Wouldn’t that be delightfully annoying to my tribe? Rue the day they ever came onto my radar? Nah, they’d dig it or at least not mind, mostly.

I dream about scanning all my paper based correspondence and getting EVERYTHING online, not unlike Kurzweil’s effort to resurrect his father – except I’m not dead yet. A cast of characters and a timeline would help access this ocean of data. Also helpful when I get round to writing 1o pages for every year of my life as recommended by Gurudeva, not to mention The Making of a Saint, revisited. You have no idea what I am talking about, eh? Back to Rotoscoping!

First, a crisis of confidence. Gosh, why blog at all? With the explosion of FB, a personal blog seems like a lot of work for friends. I intuit (perhaps fear would be more apropos) that pushing out post links via email is just going to feel like obligation to my peeps. On the other hand (maybe this is arrogance now) it’s not impossible that my ravings are a lantern in the fog. Is it encouraging to think of Dan Kelly out there somewhere, still deep into his crazy schemes? I’d like to think that Doug Michels would give an approving nod from the command pod of Bluestar and of course James Allegro here on Terra. As I’ve oft stated, blogging is performance art for my crowd of internal personas, getting it beyond my skull feels wonderfully pointless, like a SETI broadcast to the cosmos. Is anyone out there? Whatever.

“Artist house, instantiate your metameme. Standby to vortex the vagus!”

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Speaking of SETI, I recently bought one of these…

It’s the Flag of Earth, the planet whose “anthem is the wind in her trees and the waves of her seas”. From flagofearth.org… The Flag of Earth could be flown if you are conducting a project or event which benefits the Earth as a whole … not just your community or country. If that’s not Around Lake Michigan, well then heck.

Rosie the Pocket Cruiser, (25 foot Seacraft Dana clone).

I got curious about Earth flags after I acquired Rosie, my ticket to Cuba and support ship for the new ALM Hobie fleet. She deserves her very own post, but here’s a teaser – parked next to Hello World.

Rosie and Hello World apparently mouldering. Weapons to overthrow the inner oppressor, hidden in plain sight.

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Creative Film Finance

I’ve been perfecting my 0 APR credit card film finance scheme. I’ve got about 60k in available credit now and my FICA score keeps rising. Decrypting the system is really fascinating. I can’t say I’m gaming it yet, but I have hopes…

Save the Hobies

What are all these vintage Hobie’s doing in the garden? Are the neighbors complaining? I like to imagine jetskiers wilting in their shorts when they drive by. These specters of the 70s, embodied energy waiting for their moment in the wind, to shine and sparkle once again. Who will crew the pirate fleet? We need more H16s!

Artifacts of a Sustainable Civilization? Not yet, but dreaming in the right direction…

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New ALM

Around Lake Michigan has transmogrified from the Search for Sustainable Civilizations into the People’s Inspection of Atomic Power. Hard to close your eyes and read at the same time, but savor this… Sunrise on the Big Lake. A ragtag squadron of vintage catamarans suddenly surges into view, spray spinning off dancing bows, crews in harness hanging over blurred waves. Where are they going? Ahead… pale pink beaches rising into dunes, green forest and… incomprehensible! A behemoth of the industrial age sprawls across the shore! Concrete containment, plumes of steam, high voltage electrical infrastructure, a nuclear power plant.  A mysterious and unpredictable convergence of 20th century artifacts – leaping sun powered sail boats and a brooding atomic reactor.

Shack

So what’s all this about the shack? After a year of slogging, brutal renovations by Patrick and Dan, the family’s cow farm has a maker outpost. Hungering for a more proprietary scenario to build his race car, Patrick has recently vacated. I’m finishing the mad lab by my lonesome. Where will the Hobies be reborn? How will Rosie get her groove back? The shack.

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Animation Studio

Ben Woody inspired me to act on a dormant dream. I discovered Dragon Frame about a year or so ago, and have had it on the Birthday list. After my decisive move into VFX, with the nefs last year and the advent of an ambitious intern this year, I decided it was time to manifest. A little ahead of schedule but right on time, I’ve acquired a long coveted set of Dedo lights, a Canon T3i and Dragon Frame. Check some of our early tests at Ben’s YouTube channel. The garage is being converted to an animation studio where all this gear lives.

Personal Archeology

In the process of cleaning and organizing, I’ve come across a slew of old paintings, letters – my personal archeology. I’ve sort of boxed it all for the moment, but there will be a reckoning, oh yes.

James and Jeff

I seem to be spending ever more time talking with Jeff about his project Planet. Weston’s been revising the Ethiopia concept and I’ve kinda getting sucked in a bit there too. Collaborating with these two has been great, I really don’t have anyone else who is deep into projects and I didn’t realize how encouraging this comradery can be.

Ben Woody

I’m looking forward to sharing my Ben Woody boon with y’all, but for now check out his blog BenWoody.com