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(And don’t say I didn’t warn you…)

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Ahem…

Who is in charge of your life?

By: Jared B. DiCroce

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Who is in charge of your life?

Is it you? Is it your wife?

Or is it your job, and your unending strife?

How about your kids? Or your Mom, or your Dad?

Or how about your past, and the loves which you’d had?

Or — is it you…?

But, then again, who’s that?

A husband, a lover, or an aimless gnat?

Are you truly in charge, as you so claim to be?

Or a merely the product of what’s built up to thee?

Is there any true choice in the world today?

Do we decide at all? Or, to say it succinct.

Are we truly distinct?

Or is it all just instinct?

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🙂

Now you know I love you, beautiful readers of mine, I’ve written you a poem!

I arf a poet!

(I warned you…)

I am not a poet — for a reference to this fact, please see above — but my own instincts advised me on how to approach today’s topic, and their conclusion was to begin somewhat whimsically. To charm you a bit, as it were. For I understand, full well, that ideas are born and live on nerves, and are thus quite sensitive to prodding.

So tell me, my people… are you sufficiently buttered up?

Excellent!

See, we’d all like to think that WE are the ones in control of our lives. Not the circumscribing forces around us, (though, admittedly, they might be factors in and of themselves), but US! We’d like to believe that WE are the ones that have the final say, when it all comes time to print, at the close of the business day.

(and there I go rhyming again…)

Now, and don’t get me wrong, I fully empathize with the fact that this is a general notion which we ALL intrinsically carry about ourselves. It’s the idea of who we are. It’s the idea that we are the ones who decide how we act in our own lives. Which is precisely why I knew to approach this gently… It is a delicate notion to attempt to disrupt, and one I carry too. For if we aren’t the ones in charge, than who is — and why even bother going on?

To a certain extent, it’s true; we do decide how we behave…

…when presented with all the facts.

However, the full truth is that, by and large, we are ruled mostly by instinct.

It is a man’s own mind, not his enemy or foe, that lures him to evil ways. ~ Siddhartha Buddha

It’s true. Logically we can all be very smart people.

Instinctually we can be idiots…

But how do we fight this? If we’re talking about corruption from within, from our very own makeup, than what are our options?

A lobotomy?!

Dur....

If it’s who we are that we must be wary of, or some part of our basic makeup, than how can we possibly hope to change that? Wouldn’t any solution we derive be tainted by this same force? What can we possibly do bout all this?

It’s simple.

Know thine enemy.

Know your instincts!

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So, and without further ado, let’s begin, shall we?

Fight or flight

I can take him, he ain't so ruff!

Under the auspices of Mother Nature, survival was a tough and deadly game…

… And throughout the duration of our long evolution (save for this last millisecond or so), we’ve been beneath the oppressive, weighty backside of this antagonistic wench. So, being that this is where we’ve spent most of our ‘growing up’ as a species, our brain naturally adapted to help us endure the strife.

We developed the infamous, “Fight or Flight” instinct: a hasty assessment of a hostile situation, leading to a severe lateral shift in mind-state to facilitate whichever determined end was, well… determined.

If Fight — “Put up yer dukes, little girl. I dare say it’s time to settle this with pugilistic fisticuffs”.

If Flight — “OMGTTGTFOOH” (Hover mouse for translation).

As options go, these two would be very well suited to any scenario presented within the documentary, “The Land Before Time” (that WAS a documentary, right?), as survival in the wilds of a prehistoric world would lean heavily on this logically ingratiated instinct.

However, in today’s world, neither is well suited to our growing human interconnectedness, or genial relations.

These mindstates are primal; ruled by fear, absent of logic, and a huge hindrance toward efficient resolution (Note: when your life is not in danger). Unfortunately their utility is not relevant to their presence — they are here either way and can be triggered in nearly ANY circumstance — which has led to more broken beer bottles and bar fights than history has pages to write about them.

However, by merely being aware of this perception shift, we are then capable of combating it.

Take a deep breath when that adrenalin shoots up your spine.

Remember that you are not a slave to your instincts.

Watch out for Fight or flight, my good people.

Homeostasis

Homeostasis is a process which exists all throughout the natural world, and always seeks a state of equilibrium.

Let’s say that you’re a Frog (Ribbit…), who’s living in a pond. Well than, for you, the law of Homeostasis would represent the delicate interplay between you (Sir Frogiccus maximus), your food source (The Fly’s at the pond which you eat), and the predators around that eat you (The Birds).

The Birds help to ensure that not to many of you Frogs survive, only the fittest — which makes your species strong. This, in turn, ensures that there are plenty of Fly’s to eat, as there are less of your kind around to exhaust your food source. And this, in turn, in turn, ensures that there are enough Fly’s left around to continue mating — which feeds you, which feeds the birds, and which keeps the whole cycle moving.

This is the equilibrium, this is the balance

There is a consequence to this physical, natural process though, one not often considered in daily life…

For a species living in nature, like the frog, this balancing act works quite well.

By maintaining the status quo, the Frog survives. By surviving, the Frog endures long enough to pass on its DNA. By passing on its DNA, the Frog continues to extend the longevity of it’s very species… and on and on it goes.

And, thusly, Sit down, you’re rocking the boat, became the theme song to all of nature.

The trouble is, us Humans too are a part of nature… The trouble is, the instinct which formed around homeostasis — the instinct to not rock the boat, to not change the status quo, to not try anything new for fear of destroying our very species — maintains… The trouble is, there is actually an instinctual mechanism working within us now to promote, “balance”, which also, inadvertently, works against change.

See, the brain has no concept of what you’re doing with your time — all it knows is that you’re alive, and so something must be working… you must be doing something right. The habits that you’ve forged throughout your life bring comfort to the sodden organ for this reason, as they mimic homeostasis within your environment. However, (and this is the tricky bit), any deviation from these habits, habits which you might very well know to be destructive within your life, represent a threat to homeostasis within the mind, and, also, to it in turn, the very endurance of the human race — and when presented with this threat, the brain FREAKS OUT.

Don't mess with me, body!

The instinct to maintain homeostasis is not as vital as it once was — we’re at the top of the food chain. There are no, “birds” around to make sure that we spend our time wisely. If a bear could burst through your door at any moment and eat you, you might think twice about spending hours in front of the TV, watching a “Matlock” marathon, and falling asleep on the couch — as, you would wind up bear floss.

Though the instinct to seek Homeostasis maintains…

This is why it is so hard to try something new.

This is why it’s so hard to break a bad habit.

This is why when we throw money at the homeless, they will spend it as fast as possible and get back on the street — they have homeostasis there, amazingly it’s become their comfort zone.

This is why being aware of the mechanism of homeostasis is so vital…

Once we are aware that this will happen — that we will likely, “Freak out” when trying something new, when forging a new habit, or when changing our very lives — than we can simply wait it out.

Knowledge is power!

Simply expect it to happen, (and it will), and then, immediately, it becomes easier to overcome. Merely make a logical plan, stick to it — do the work for a number of months while enduring the discomfort — and when the brain begins to get accustom to that new state of being, everything will then become copacetic!

The rest…

… and there are plenty more — so many, many bad instincts left behind from nature — but really, (Hopefully), the two above sufficiently whet your palate and got you thinking, and I can skim over the rest of these.

I had planned on going into further detail, but this post is running long, I now see that the two above seem to dictate the rest, and I have a life to live,

So…

…here we go!

Compartmentalized thinking

Thanks to Homeostasis, there’s comfort in the known. There’s comfort in categories. We feel better when we feel like we can understand something simply. We ask, “what’s your age?”, “where did you go to college?”, “who do you know?” — as if any of this could tell us more about an individual than a simple, honest, and in the moment conversation.

This compartmentalization is based in instinct — and today, more often than not, it blinds us from the truth.

Compartmentalized thinking also keeps us snugged up to the itchy trigger-finger which is the, “fight or flight” primitive mindset. When we have such neat and tidy ideas of what to expect, which are, lets face it, wholly unrealistic within a society of creative and free thinking individuals, we set ourselves up for a shock, which can trigger ‘fight or flight’, when a category’s limiting boundary is crossed.

Thus… just be aware that we have a tendency to categorize people and things — that we have a tendency to judge a book by its cover — and once you are, don’t!

Be aware of why you want to compartmentalize, ignore it, which will effectively negate it, and suddenly you’ll find you’re free to see things in all their natural and unique beauty.

Newly discovered limbless amphibian species -- Beautiful

Mob Mentality

I would venture to say that, “Mob mentality” is easily the most widely known ‘Bad’ instinct, (again, an offshoot of homeostasis), but still, amazingly, it endures as the most disregarded… I think people believe that they are not subject to it, that they are above it somehow.

They are not.

One needs only to reference the recent London riots to cite a source — of which there are millions.

Born of homeostasis, maintained through the “Fight” half, of Fight or Flight, this destructive behavior melds a group of individually intelligible individuals into a chocophonic mess — a single mindless entity.

My advice,

If everyone’s running to the right,

you might want to consider heading left…

(I’m just sayin’, It’s another dangerous instinct to be aware of…)

Reproduction

Men: Part of homeostasis is reproduction. You want to pork everything that moves right? Well that’s just homeostasis trying to ensure your species’ survival?

Be aware of why.

and then…

Stop that!

BAD!

Women: Your half of homeostasis cultured you to look for stability. You’re the child birthers/raisers and, instinctually, you want a safe nest to be provided for you by a man.

However, in modern times this can present a problem, particularly when things get rough for your man due to circumstances beyond his control — such as in tough economic times — as your instinct might press you to go look for another mate. But this is unfair to your partner, who will need you more than ever during this harrowing time…

Be logical,

empathize,

know your instinct and have the choice to reverse it!

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PHEW!

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In the end…

It’s rather obvious that we all have instincts in the mind — born of history and one-time necessity — which still work, and no longer suit us. This is why we must know what they are! We must know our roots. We must know where we have come from, in order to have any idea on where we’re going. Otherwise, as stated above, why bother going on at all?

If we’re nothing more than instinct, and we have no real choice to begin with, than what’s the point?

There wouldn’t be any, and that’s exactly why we must know.

That’s the reason to be aware of what makes us tick.

So that we can take a scant glance at the gears,

And decide if, possibly, things can turn better.

The only thing in life that we will ever have regret for learning, is nothing.

~J

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It’s opening night…

No peeking! It's bad luck 😉

You wait in the wings for the curtain to draw so that you may make your cross and begin the affair. Everything is as it should be. The grips have even tweaked that stage-right couch the meager 15-degrees you’d asked, so now your incredulous look in the third act will read to the audience all the better. You have worked at this for months, throughout all the tweaks, the critiques, the adjustments, the inevitable self loathing and the evenings of crying yourself to sleep — and now all that’s been left in the past for this one true and shining moment.

Here it comes.

You step out, you begin the show — and you’re flat. The show flops. What was the problem?

You didn’t enter the scene full.

In Acting, it’s called “Emotional Preparation”. See, in order to enter the scene full and give a solid performance, the last thing in the world you’d want to be thinking about while standing in the wings on opening night, is all the work that had gotten you to where you are. That type of thinking should be reserved for after the final curtain, at the end of the run — but never before the first!

For entertainers, entering your scene full is essential; it implies that you’re in touch with who your portraying, and, more specifically, where they had been before they’d entered the stage. After all, your character hadn’t just been born out in the wings, swabbed clean and shoved out in front of the audience — they’ve had a whole life leading up to this moment — and, as an actor, you should probably be portraying a starkly different characterization for someone who’d just come from a funeral, as opposed to someone who’d just cashed in a winning lotto ticket — ya dig?

Warriors -- come out to play...

Similarly in the real world, entering your scene full is just as important of a skill, though all too often overlooked.

It’s true. All the way from applying for a job at good ole’ Mickey Dees, right on up to giving a proposal pitch to a room full of top-tier executives — if you enter the situation full and mentally prepared, than you’re far more likely to succeed. Oftentimes with life though, and particularly in these recent more modern times of ubiquitous (and somewhat attention thieving) social media, we can find ourselves so overwhelmed with all the little details that brought us to an idea, that the execution — something of equal, and, if not, than of greater importance —  is drowned out. We forget who we even are. We forget what brought us there. We forget to be full.

We get so caught up preparing the plan, that we neglect to prepare the execution.

You can have the best idea in the world, but present it poorly and no one will notice.

Ask any reputable actor, a good show takes far more than just careful preparation — it takes a masterful execution — and a HUGE part of that execution is birthed of your mind in the wings, and right before you “Enter” the show. You have to know everything you’ve been working on so well, that you can just cast it aside and forget. That’s right, forget everything that had culminated and manifest into the opportunity that you presently see before you, and find a way to just live fully; within your reality, and within the context of the moment. You have to forget your ego, you know, who you think you should be — yea, leave that at the door. You must find a way to just be; realistically, honestly, and within the moment (wherever it takes you).

Know that you’ve prepared, and let it bring you confidence — now toss it away.

Know who it is that you are, and let it bring you pride — now toss it away.

Now, take comfort, as all you have to do is be true and live — so relax.

This totally makes me want a Corona...

Don’t get me wrong — I’m not saying that this is easy…

But it’s worth it.

It’s a philosophy that will make you proud of everything that you do, and will also ensure that you’ve done all you can to make it great. Sure this is a concept born of the acting world, but it’s also one which applies to all other aspects of work and life. You might be a File Clerk making a recommendation for a new folder, you might be an acrobat trying out a new trick, you might be a father teaching his daughter how to ride a bike, heck, you even might be a politician debating whether or not to stamp that new bill, enter your scene full — execute with everything you are, and with everything that’s brought you to this point — and all parties involved leave content.

Live life on purpose: Be full!

And be happy. Being FULL can mean a lot of things, but what it is at it’s heart is knowing yourself, trusting yourself, and being yourself — FULLY — which is precisely what entering your scene full is all about. For it is far better to have lived with purpose and found yourself to be flawed — than it is to have lived without and never know either way… Without the earnest effort involved in the attempt of entering full, you have no real chance at being anything — right, wrong, deranged, enlightened or indifferent.

You simply cease to exist…

Which is the worst fate of all.

~J

Ehy — Oh! How you doin readers?

Me, I’m fan-frickin-tastic. Thanks for askin’ — OH! — fuhgeddaboudit!

This sign is real! I kid you not!

Have ya’ll ever heard the story of, “The Three Little Pigs”? — No, you haven’t. Not the real one — This is the version I was told as a little kid (and would my parents lie?).

Once, not so long ago in Brooklyn, there were these three little Pigs.

One lived in a house of straw,

One lived in a house of sticks,

and One lived in a house of bricks.

One day, the Big Bad Wolf came knocking at the house of straws door,

and he said;

Little pig, little pig, let me in. Or I’ll huff, and I’ll puff, and I’ll blow this house in!

To which the frightened Pig replied,

Not by the hairs of my chinnie, chin, chin.

So the Wolf — being a beast of his word — sucked in a hefty volume of air, and with a single exhale of nothing but hot, wet CO2, (which could only be compared to Rick Perry’s speech during the republican debate the other night), blew down the house, and the little Pig ran out the back door over his brother’s place, which was made of sticks.

Before long, there was a knock at the door.

Little pig, little pig, let me in. Or I’ll huff, and I’ll puff, and I’ll blow this house in!

To which the two shivering brothers answered,

Not by the hairs of our chinnie, chin, chins.

So again — just as before — the Wolf pulled a Perry, and blew down the house with a gale of hot gas. The two horrified brothers ran, with all haste, on over to their other brothers pad, which was made of bricks.

As they made it inside, the two pigs slammed the door behind them and slid, leaning on it, down to the floor — gasping for breath.

Ehy, their big brother greeted them. What’s-a-matta wit you’se guys?

“I-i-i-it’s, th, th, the, Bi-Bi-Big…. bad….” stuttered the brothers.

Spit it out already would ya?, he encouraged… lovingly.

The big bad wolf blew down my home, Said one. And my home too, said the other. And now he’s coming here to blow your house down too! They finished, in pigley surround-sound.

The big brother Pig grabbed his siblings by their respective collars, (as even pigs have leash laws these days in Brooklyn), and slapped them both hard across the face.

Calm down you morons. He added, for… support, I got this. Bolt the door.

The big brother pot-bellied Pig then made his way over to his plush, forest green colored Laz-Y-boy sofa, where he re-lit a Cuban cigar which sat smouldering, next to some scotch, in a well overfilled ashtray, picked up the phone, and causally dialed a number.

The two other brothers, confounded at the reaction they were witnessing, had to forcibly pull themselves back to reality in order to bolt the door — and they did so just in time.

Little pig, little pig, let me in. Or I’ll huff, and I’ll puff, and I’ll blow this house in! Shouted the Wolf, as he jiggled the knob.

Wh, wh, wh, wh, who — are you calling big bro?, Asked the Stick-Pig.

Don’t-worrye-boudit, he replied, as he reclined in his Laz-Y-boy and took a deep pull on his cigar.

I said…, began the wolf again, obviously wondering if anyone was home by the lack of response he’d gotten, Little pig, little pig, let me in. Or I’ll huff, and I’ll puff, and I’ll blow this house in!

Just then, a black, stretch Hummer-limo rolled easily to a stop in front of the house of bricks, and a back tinted window descended slowly into the door, resting into its lowest position. Soon after, a metal ring could be seen peeking out through the shadows of the back seat, for only but a moment as it heliographed brilliantly off the clear afternoon sun, before it violently exploded outward with fire, pumping the wolf on the front porch full of steaming hot lead — and ending his life in a bloody heap on their brick-laden doorstep.

The car promptly screeched away on down the road, leaving nothing but thick grey exhaust lingering in its wake.

The older brother extended a couple of Cubans to his brothers as he clicked on the TV — and they vigorously peed on the floor, (why don’t pigs wear pants?).

Wh, who, whooooo was that? They stammered.

What!? snapped their brother from his chair, with incredulity, and an intonation which implied that they were both idiots, all while his cherry surged under another pull. Oh, that? he added, realizing their confusions stemming. fuhgeddaboudit… Those were my friends…

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“The Guinea Pigs”

Ehy -- what're U laughin' at?

Hey, don’t laugh — or they’ll come after you next. And let me tell you, in their giant wheels, these guys are quite intimidating coming down the block.

(BTW, Would you believe that I’ve actually used this joke for auditions?)

Anyway — let’s do this thing!

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~ The Mafia ~

Good people of the Deranged and Enlightened persuasions alike, I’ve been raking my brain, and scouring all the sources I could find, for a good, viable (and hopefully marginally funny), example of how we should model the structuring of the new world. During my quest, I was more than a bit entertained to find quite a volume of individuals who feel that a lack of empathy in the world is what should be attributed to the unbalancing that’s happened over time, and more than a few of these individuals actually suggested that we re-instate the Mafia to fix this.

Wha?

The reasoning goes something like this: Back when John Gotti lived in Queens, nobody had to lock their doors, and nobody was afraid to walk the streets — for if anybody bothered the good citizens of Johnnie-boy’s town, they’d surely have hell to pay. The legend of the, “Untouchable Borough” spread far and wide, and (purportedly) crime in the area was simply non-existent.

Once — only once — had a couple young hooligans come to town, after a late night binger in the city, and for fun they started slashing tires. The next morning people of the neighborhood bemoaned the incident to one another, and word quickly spread to Johnnies ears, who within a week found the boys — and beat them to within an inch of their lives.

That was the last time anybody attempted to mess with the Mob’s town.

This story, of course, is HIGHLY romanticized…

and more than a bit untrue — being that it’s missing the other half of the tale.

Sure, people didn’t lock doors, and there was no crime — at least, no crime that wasn’t commissioned by John himself. He’d bought the police, he’d shaken down local store owners for money on a regular basis, and he ran the racket for so long that the people actually began to see this as a good thing. As if he’d had their best interests at heart all along.

The truth is these people were brainwashed.

This man was a criminal. He’d taken their hard-earned money by force, and “reallocated it” to where he’d seen fit. And, somehow, the people praised him for it! So naturally, as we can all see the coloration from this style of Mob-Governance, to the USA’s governing style at large, I find that viewing Government like the Mafia is an interesting and beneficial lens for us to gaze through, in an effort to better comprehend our current worldwide situations — and a swell starting point for us to begin changing our World.

There is one key difference between the two however — at least the mafia was local enough to know the needs of its people, the Federal Government on the other hand, perhaps, has grown too large to rival the mobs efficacy in this regard. But, enough with witty openings — if even I had the right to claim such a thing — this post is all about the changes that would be needed to rectify, beautify, and creatify (I know — not an actual word — I’m off the deep end…) the world at large, and even though I’m calling it, “Democracy 2.0”, these ideals, which I’ve covered in “The Great Reset” (TGR) up until this point, should in theory be applicable to any corner of the world that’s looking to make a change for the better.

Shall we do a quick recap? WE SHALL!

(Also, *fair warning*, this is likely to be a long post as I’m attempting to literally “Fix the world” and all, so if you’re the type who needs a break — this would be a swell place to take one ;-). Otherwise, go ahead and click the right-facing, charcoal-colored arrow at the bottom of this post when it appears.)

Welcome back reader,

I hope you’re all ready for amateur Engineer hour here on the blog, cause for all your sakes I’ve not only gotten creative on this topic, but I’d actually whipped out my old college, TI-83 calculator, and my paltry photoshop skills, (Be nice please 🙂  ) for the occasion — and I have to say, I’m rather proud.

Today we’re going to continue along on our journey to reinvent the world in a wiser image — so let’s get going right away! (If you need a refresher course on this multi-part series we’re doing, you can find parts 1 and 2 by clicking the numbers you just read.)

And now, without further ado, please allow me to cordially introduce you to, (provided you’ve not already met at that trendy new bar up the street), the worlds tallest building,

“The Burj Khalifa”.

Breathtaking, isn’t it? At 2,723 feet tall, the Burj Khalifa towers over the worlds previous record holder, “Taipei 101“, by an astounding 1,052 feet! This modern marvel would never have become a reality if traditional building practices were employed. Indeed, the architects who breathed life into this behemoth literally re-wrote the book on super-massive structures in order to make it happen. What had come before it, simply could not have worked for the undertaking they’d planned, and, as we’ve said many times prior here on the Blog for the Deranged and Enlightened: Necessity is the mother of invention.

The world needs a change people — and today, I’ve invented something for you all… Sort of, (You’ll see soon enough).

Invention is now our only form of evolution, we spoke on this last time, being that we’ve halted the process physically. So we should look on something like this as if we’ve all just evolved. A new way of doing something we’d done before, only better, is mankind evolving right before your very eyes! Go ahead, take another look at it with that in mind, I swear it makes it all-the-better.

Personally, I can think of no better way to begin rewriting our history, after, “The Great Reset”, by taking direction from one of our last great evolutionary leaps before, well… You know — I seized the world like a Giant etch-a-sketch, and shook the bloody hell out of it! So, again, here we are — nothing on the planet cept’ for a bunch of us naked folk, and we’re all getting hungry, thirsty, and cold. And you just De-throned that dastardly, “Frog”, fellow — good work! Now where were we?

Ahhhh, yes — Food, Water and Shelter. That would be the first thing we’d have to take care of in a new world (for obvious reasons), so — knowing what we know now — how should we do it? We’ll need a form of energy to begin with won’t we, and there’s always Oil… But then again, even though we’ve hit reset, Oil is still destined to run out on this planet. How about we see if we can’t build a society that won’t rely such a finite resource? How about we build something with the Oil that will take us off its dependence once and for all after we’re done?

With this in mind, I attempted to create a prototype city, for our naked denizens of “The Great Reset”,  that could displace New York City itself, and all of it’s 8 Million residents!

Boom-Shakalaka!

Seriously you kids in the back, I mean it! No making fun of my photoshop!

What you are looking at, is my idea of an ideal city; set into a circle, to minimize travel distances and maximize efficiency. I have inventions for it all, each and every facet of it, and if I took the time to tell you about them all I would have to make this a seven part series right here and now — and being that I’ve already been working on this for most of the day, (That is when I wasn’t covered in Poo — don’t ask), I’ll spare you the details and merely highlight a couple of ones I find particularly cool.

The Central Well will fill with rainwater gathered by gradually pitched pipe segments, and each manufactured segment would be home to a tiny turbine — so that energy would be generated by the waters natural weight and flow, thanks to gravity, and so that broken or clogged segments could easily be replaced. At the center gathering point, I’d like a great pool with a port at the bottom. Periodically, as the weight of the pool became sufficient, the port would release this, “Dirty Water”, deep down into the earth, where geothermal forces would boil and partially cleanse the volume of fluid. Then, as the next jet of water was released into the pressurized tube behind it, the air trapped in the tube between the two would push the old volume up the other side, thanks to the weight of the heavy pool pushing hard down behind it, causing the now cleaner water to come along for the ride back up to the surface. On the way, as it returns to the surface, the water will be forced through minerals and rock to finish the water’s sterilization. In this way I would make a powerless, actually power generating, drainage system, and water sterilizer, for the city.

Other inventions I would love to employ would be this (Same as below), and this, (Another TED talk) — and many others to be sure. But like I’ve said I’ve simply got too much to cover here, so you’ll just have to take my word on it. (But seriously, on your next hour off, go watch those innovations. It’s our very evolution, and we look so cute in baby photos!)

You are sooooo staring at my butt!

Back to the Burj!

Let’s crunch some numbers! Manhattan has roughly 8 Million Residents, nearly .8% of the world’s population, and they’re all spread across a large area of land that looks like this, (If you’re a high-flying bird with an odd type of color-blindness I suppose):

Since I’m embracing the efficient mantra of, “Build up, not out”, Each of the Buildings that I’d like to use to house the residents in my new city would be the tallest structures that we know how to make — The Burj Khalifa. Taking 4 people to an apartment as an average, (remember — many babies and roommates abound in this city), and giving them all a nice, comfortable, 1,250 square foot area of living space, means in the end that we will need a total of 500 of these behemoths. If you take a look at the 5-O’clock area in my crude Photoshop image, you’ll see how I’ve diced up a segment into a 60 building space, leaving me 20 buildings and 80,000 residents shy — not really a big deal in the overall scheme of things (We’ll give em’ all of Brooklyn and Queens, that’ll shut em’ up 🙂 .

So, with a roughly 26,250 square foot “Footprint”, on the actual Burj, that boils down to an average width of 162 feet. Add the perimeter of all the buildings, plus all of the roads (I added 1/2 the width, 81′, for each of the eight), and you get our circumference — roughly 14,000 feet. Here’s where that TI-82 came in. Pi x Diameter = circumference — we all remember that. And our circumference, divided by Pi, gives us a Diameter for this crazy city that equals about 4,500 feet. Making all of NYC able to fit in an area that looks approximately like this:

Believe it or not, It's to scale.

Amazing isn’t it?

Want another shocker? Take a look at this map I found a while ago. It depicts the surface area of the earth that would need to be covered in order to power the globe with solar panels alone.

Now the map maker did not mention the loss of power due to shipping, nor what % efficiency that the panels would run. But that doesn’t matter really, our city would be entirely self sufficient, and if we add the invention from that TED talk I mentioned above — we would be able to power most of the east coast. (we would have problems with light hitting all the windows, but this is all merely rough planning for the thoughts in the blog. We would likely make many more, but smaller versions, of this city.)

If each of the towers had cost us exactly what the original had, and that’s unlikely because efficiency would quickly be established, the 1.5 Billion dollar price tag, times the 500 instances, would cost us a grand total of  750 Billion dollars. Add on the Skyscraper supermarkets I want, with hydroponic and hyper efficient/nutritious vegetables growing on each floor, that’s another 12 billion, making the grand total of this entire city, with all the other gizmos, somewhere in the ballpark of 800 Billion dollars.

Crazy you say?

Too much?

Remember, we spent $700,000,000,000 (That’s Seven Hundred Billion Dollars), last year on the defense and war budgets…

That could build us, as efficiency grew, at least one of these cities — WHICH RUN THEMSELVES, AND ACTUALLY GENERATE ENERGY — plus comfortably house 8 Million people, EVERY YEAR (In the US alone)…

Again, I find myself inexorably attached to the question, what in the hell are we spending our money on!?

This is surprisingly affordable — that is if we can stifle our blood-lust (Oil-lust?), for only a year; It’s cheap, would employ millions, and would let them live, pretty much, for free… People could take turns being farm-hands, the farms would rotate so as not to kill the soil, and we could be perfectly, locally sustainable. People would have more free time to pursue passions, and the evolution of our kind would be accelerated as such.

I tell ya’, I sure do hear a lot of people from my country complaining that the “Occupy Wall Street”, movement has no concrete aims — so let me make it clear. We are ready for the future. We are ready to grow up. We know that if you give a person the bare essentials, “food, shelter, and water”, rather than forcing them into indentured slavery for their entire lives to earn it, that their goals shift from survival, to something more — INVENTION!

If Invention is evolution, than this is mankind’s goal for the new future.

Currently 40% of jobs can be replaced by machines. I ask you all today: Shouldn’t we let them? Isn’t it possible that we’ve reached a point in mankind’s history where the struggle over survival should be over? A point in History where the work that our forefathers put in before us is finally paying off? We have the capability to make the world a better place. So lets!

This is but one “city”, that I envision for our future.

I am no genius, trust me… But it would work!

I am only a 28-year-old, regular stinkin’ guy, living in a city I just replaced, who felt like tinkering with an idea today.

This is my idea.

Thanks for reading, I look forward to all your thoughts.

~J

Oh, the Power of prayer,

That’s right, take it from me; probably the least religious person you’ll ever meet.

~But I pray~

Some men of Science take an adamant stance against something like organized religion, and everything surrounding it. And naturally so; being that they’re the philosophical nemesis to the world of belief at large. They feel the pressures of religious restrictions on a daily basis. But in their great haste to push aside all that is religion, is it possible that they might be missing out on something good?

There is great merit in what i know of the Bible’s teachings, and it doesn’t take a devout to benefit from some of its lessons, and it’s habits. Namely: prayer. Trust me, your brain will thank you.

If you’ve ever read this blog before, you might know that I’m obsessed with the brain.

It fascinates me to look at the daily operating of my body as resulting in part from the fantastic mix of cocktail drugs that my brain has cooked up in order for me to get through the day. That pint-sized thing between our ears is simply amazing, and it’s true modus operandi is likely to elude our prodding of its secrets for years to come.

However some of its behaviors are already known…

One important thing that you might want to learn about your brain, and anyone more versed on the subject should feel free to add in a comment here 🙂 , is that when you are building a skill, i.e. walking on your hands, hustling in cards, doing math, playing a video game — really when you are doing anything that you can learn, and get better at — a new “Neural Pathway” is being built within your mind.

Imagine it like a paving a road through a sprawling jello landscape. This “road” is really just a system of beefed up nerves running through the brain, but they are important in that all the areas all around it will also benefit from the newly improved infrastructure. So all around the nerves that carry the very thing that you are actively learning, while you’re “Doing it”, new connections are being forged, and your capability to deal with the task at hand simply get’s better and better.

I ran into an old buddy, Charles on set this week and he kept talking about this book, “Conversations with God” he’d recently read (I’d never heard of it). It is… Well basically what it sounds like: Conversations with God. I would imagine some throwaway protagonist meets the Almighty in his fortress of solitude hovering above the house of the Jersey Shore, and he proceeds to spill out the elegantly simplistic truths of Existence.

Turns out, at least according to Charles (who is not to be confused with Scott Baio),

every one of your waking thoughts is somehow tied into this giant karmic energy, which he referred to as “The Universe”. From what i could tell, the Universe is God, and the God is the Universe. I say pick one 🙂 . Anyway what it implies is that if you have something now, anything, it’s only a result of your own past thoughts and actions which led you to it, and if you want something new, well then you have to think about it; thus putting your energy towards it. Thought and energy put toward something will lead to the manifestation of an opportunity, the universe, he says, wants to see you do well and is always ready to proffer one. When this opportunity is matched with action on your part, it can lead you to realize your dreams.

However, he mentions, thought projection is a double-edged sword. You can just as easily project a negative opportunity through unguarded negative thoughts. Basically don’t think something’s possible if you don’t want it to be. When projecting future events only project things you want to happen, as the projection is the way things will inevitably play out. Again I’m not sold on the religion behind this, and it’s always prudent to think about things thoroughly; so I’m at odds with some of its basic philosophy, but some of its ways, much like prayer, are sound.

To teach yourself something new, to do it well, and to become in essence smarter — you need only to do it. Doing something not only entails physically moving, it also entails thinking, namely projecting for future events. That’s common sense (Catch the ball. Where will it land?). Thinking, therefore, is one half (at least) of the critical process of doing, and an important step toward talent, progress with the skill, and eventually: skill mastery. Things i believe everyone can value, Science and Religious worlds alike. And remember, all this personal betterment starts with the new neural pathways within the mind, and benefits not only its own region of the brain but all the others around it.

Through both prayer, and the power of intention, things begin to happen. literally. Like vines climbing a wall these new and powerful pathways crawl through your mind, making it more efficient, more active, and happier…

Groovy 🙂

Amazing game btw! Earthworm Jim.

A normal prayer, from what i can remember… can be rather formal.

I’d always start mine with a good ole casual, “Dear God”;

As if God were the writer behind a “Dear John” column in the Daily post. 

“Dear God”, I’d say, “Awesome job on the universe, and mankind, and existence and all. It’s freaking amazing. I sure hope that mankind wasn’t too much of a hassle for you today. Hopefully not to many people were killed, and less bad things went down than normal. We can really be a bother i bet. Hopefully you had some time to kick your feet up too!”

“Anyway, i won’t take up too much of your time cause I’m sure that you have to help people in Japan right now and all… Did you know that the initial title-wave traveled at 500 MPH ? Do you know how quick I would poop my pants if I saw that coming at me on a beach somewhere? That’s awesome! Woh, sorry big dude, I kinda ran off on a tangent there, anyway to get to the point, thank you for my Mom, Dad, Step-Dad, My mom’s brothers, Uncle Barry, Uncle Jeff, Uncle Dave, and their kids (when i had the energy, I’d list everybody one by one. My whole family! Everyone I know!)… I really hope that i land a nice commercial Principal so that I can have more free time to create and experience life… Maybe it would be nice if I went and visited grandma. I hope that I can be strong enough to properly edit this novel of mine, and one day green-light its inevitable movie!… Etc… ”

Regardless of how you pray, the process still follows a format;  “Always be thankful, Love, Wish well, Spread good will, Imagine Hopes and dreams,” and personally “Never ask for anything materialistic”. If focusing our thoughts on these things systematically creates new pathways, which in turn becomes the basis of possible things we might “Do”, than just by thinking about them we make them more likely to happen.

In my prayer I thought about my grandma. If this is something that a pray about often, it’s likely that I’ve forged a neural pathway about the subject. A Pocket of clipped facts now lies in one of my brains folds: “I Love my Grandmother. She lives alone. I should visit. I should bring flowers and the makings of dinner. I need to be nicer to her. All older people in general actually…”. Come tomorrow, with my Friday still not booked, and being faced with the legendary “Day off”, I might not order that pizza and kick my feet up, I might go visit granny. Because I thought about it, it became more likely to happen. Now that i think about it, Duh…

But how revolutionary…

If we remove the stigma associated with prayer, (as if we do not believe in something how might it do us harm?) it can obviously be quite beneficial.

It can center you.     Focus you.     Organize you.     Prepare you.     Enlighten you.

Just a new thought on an old habit

Perhaps a moment of “Prayer” might not be the worst thing for our kids in school after all. I only must advocate that they know what is happening. Call it Prayer, call it thought time, or call it honing the cerebrum, whatever you please, just make sure that they are told the truth, and levelly. Let them decide. Prayer, or active thoughts as I’m coining it, will eventually make them smarter, and hone them all to better equipped to deal with this ever-changing world. And in this time of immense pace and ubiquitous attention thieves, what better idea is there than to stop — and simply think for a moment?

~J