Andreas Feininger - The Gyro Globe Coney Island, New York, 1949
Have always had this idea in my head that the people you meet depend on their orbit around you... Elastic strands at different la
Unplanned... You might meet up with their orbit once a week, or in the next five months, maybe even two-three years or more later in a different Country...
Whats always interesting to take note of is are they walking in front and away from you, or towards you and right past you?
Does talking to them alter yours or their orbit?
Allot of it happens because you simply meet people because of planned schedules and deadlines... But its those unplanned occurrences that make it interesting...
Well to me lol... I don't know if anyone else gives a damn =)
Sure its sounds crazy and weird... But when you think about the orbits of planets and atoms this might sound a little less odd.
I think I got one when I was young.... I don't remember the last time I had the flu.... Maybe if I was sick more I'd seem logical... But wouldn't you want your own natural antibodies to fight it off... I'm no expert but it just seems to me like over time your body would come a custom and rely on the regular routine of getting the shot... I'm okay with needles but the problems of injections missing the vein or flu shots getting recalled sounds like it could be irritating... I dunno sometimes I see it as just another legalized money-maker... Its that gray zone... If you got a good immune system Why?... If not Why not?
The automobile solved some very important problems for most people, but in doing so, poisoned our air, chocked our cities with traffic, and contributed toward the destruction of some of the beauty of our natural landscape. Antibiotics certainly solved some of the significant problems for almost all people, but in doing so, resulted in the weakening of what we call our immune system. Television soled several important problems, but in solving them changed the nature of political discourse, led to a serious decline in literacy, and quite possibly made the traditional process of socializing children impossible.
It is doubtful that one can think of a single technology that did not generate new problems as a result of it having solved an old problem. Of course, it is sometimes very difficult to know what new problems will arise as a result of a technological solution. Benedictine monks invented the mechanical clock in the thirteenth century in order to be more precise in performing their canonical prayers, which they needed to do seven times a day. Had they known that the mechanical clock would eventually be used by merchants as a means of establishing a standardized workday and then a standardized product - that is, that the clock would be used as an instrument for making money instead of serving God - the monks might have decided that their sundials and water clocks were quite sufficient. Had Gutenberg foreseen that his printing press with movable type would lead to the breakup of the Holy Roman Catholic and Apostolic Church, he surely would have used his old wine press to make wine and not books. In the thirteenth century, perhaps it didn't matter so much if people lack technological vision; perhaps not even in the fifteenth century. But in the twenty-first century, we can no longer afford to move into the future with out eyes tightly closed.
"Interior of an imaginary palace: The Pantheon of an obscure hero. The end of a dream, where fantasy becomes reality." "The work of giants." "Remember: Will is power." ...
For Forty Years I Dug
To Make This Faery Palace
Rise From The Earth.
For My Idea's Sake, My Body Has Confronted All:
Time, Ridicule, The Years.
Life Is A Swift Charger
But My Thought Will Live On In This Rock.
He was Ferdinand Cheval, a postman or facteur... The Factuer Cheval (as he is usually called in his village of Hauterives) had done nothing remarkable for forty-three years of his life. But one day in 1879, on his delivery round, he picked up a pebble. It was a piece of the local greyish-white molasse or tufa, gnarled and lumpy, about four inches long - his "stone of escape," as he later called it. He put it in his pocket and, from then on, began first to collect more odd-looking stones, then tiles, oyster-shells, bits of glass, wire, iron, and other junk. Back in this garden , he began to lay foundations and build walls. He was, by his own account, bored with "walking forever in the same decor, and so:
...to distract my thoughts, I constructed in my dreams a faery palace, surpassing all imagination, everything the genius of a humble man could imagine (with grottoes, gardens, towers, castles, museums and sculptures), trying to bring to a new birth all the ancient architectures of primitive times; the whole thing so beautiful and picturesque that the image of it remained alive in my brain for ten years at least... but the distance from dream to reality is great; I had never touched a mason's trowel,... and I was totally ignorant of the rules of architecture.
He began to take a wheelbarrow on his round, collecting more and more of the bizarre stones of the region, rock-collecting by night, building in the morning and evening, delivering letters by day, and sleeping very little. This routine went on for a third of a century...
It took this proud and certain man, by his own reckoning, 10,000 working days (or a total of 93,000 hours) to finish his Ideal Palace. When he did so in 1912, he at once set to work on the construction of his tomb in a cemetery nearby, which he also finished well before his death, at the age of eighty-eight, in 1924.
And so too everyone has it in themselves to one day wake up, ("stone of escape") building and making from their dreams an Ideal Place of their own.
I'm no mutant with an abnormally strong back and maybe its because of construction I dunno but somethings seem too far gone.
I felt like so strange and alien lifting 8 totes up at a time" like it was an everyday breeze and you get a, "OOOo hey don't put your back out doing that stuff its not worth it". Or sitting hunched over making pottery, "dude sit up straight your gonna have back problems later... Aren't you sore?"... I look up "Huh Whaaaat's sore?" . Or grinding down rough spots on a ceramics piece in the metal department with a face shield and a gloves on. Shop teacher - "Well actually you need to be wearing gloves, face shield, with grinding shield over top, impact apron, and earplugs"... After grinding for 5min I found that wearing to much safety shit was actually even more of a hazard because I couldn't see clearly what I was grinding and how...
And I am tryin' to wrap my head around the whole lifting things properly (yeah of course don't be a dumbass and use your legs mostly... but hey doesn't mean your back and stomach muscles are toothpicks).
Like today I find it absolutely retarded if you have to have a trolly to pick up some dinky bins or grab a forklift/pallet jack to move a pallet/skid a couple of feet away, because over a certain weight its deemed unsafe to lift by hand and you need a tool or a machine to do it (translation: company covering their ass).
But hey safety's good in my books (don't be stupid/accident prone) but in the city its like safetyX10 = ???
Your not allowed to help a nurse out and lift a patient out of bed... Because your not trained for it and yeah you might get fired and sued.... Right right... But if they were short staffed or the nurse was short/light and there was a heavy patient... Well too bad they'd have to wait... They wouldn't even be able to quickly train you to help assist in the lifting... Because there not qualified to train and on and on...
But hell if you had to pick your grandma or grampa up in your arms and rush to a vehicle and drive to hospital for a medical emergency... Your not gonna stand there and say "Sorry I'm not trained to do that"... Of course not right its not work... But at a hospital your working with someone else's grandma or grampa that might be in danger too.
On another note:
I shingled roofs and sometimes you'd be lifting 50-75 pounds on one shoulder while scaling a tall ladder... Yeah what of it?... You used your head (you braced the ladder and you were aware of your surroundings)... You go up down up down 12 times or more... And save the rest when you needed some more later... And that was physical labour... Now its like anything you can't lift up with your two pinky fingers needs a tool deeming you useless and accident prone.
Working in the country there isn't a mass workforce or enough people to do just one task... No its usually you sometimes by yourself in the middle of nowheres and you got multiple tasks to do... And maybe there's some super heavy shit you have to lift... And sometimes even you don't have $$$$$$$$ to buy some special part so you have to be creative... And thus also teaching you of the dangers of going too far (And this is where you start using your head)... and hey if it can't be done it can't be done (as long as you did everything you can in as safe of a manner as possible without going beyond)... And that going beyond part I'd have to call "country smarts" or whatever you want to call it... Its you as a person being able to judge for yourself the limit.
Sidefact: Lol allot more stupid shit probably happens in the country and I'm not praising that. What I would like to see is the instinctual safety habits of the country crossing over with the city way of maintaining safety standards with the right tools to do so without going to far in fool-proofing (and therefore making things unsafe again)
Working in the city though instinctual limits seem definitely non existent... got enough people... got enough money... got one task to do... any mechanical/machine aide on earth is right there beside you....
And this is how you end up hearing about people falling off or through ladders because there not aware of there own body and its limits... Or somethin' falls on there toes because there not aware of how much they can lift and how far... And so they implement fool proof rules like steel toe boots in places its really unnecessary or no climbing up on things to correct or get something (Children climb trees all the time... where are the trees to climb (controlled nature)... Why are parents holding there kids back from nature)... Anyways basically what I am trying to say is we are becoming more of a danger to our selves a slash bit more useless for not being aware of ourselves and the ob
Thats why they recall perfectly good and safe products like the wheelbarrow because Jo Smo decided it was a good idea to tow a wheelbarrow full of concrete to the back of his truck...
Or Johnny Come Lately decided it was a good idea in the hot summer weather to apply wood stain remover in his sandals...
Opps recall and slap on another WHMIS sticker so even if there dumb it doesn't come back to haunt us.
My old cell phone has a battery life that lasts 7 days with high powered signal strength... meaning you could call from a ba
My new cell phone has a battery life of 1 1/2 day max without using it... along with poor signal strength... meaning you have to call from the top floor next to a window in the country... New phones (lol without dropping them in water) I find need to get fixed often...
It makes sense for me to call it a multimedia device rather than a phone... since you can: take pictures almost as good as some cameras, watch TV/movies, Internet, text, schedule/plan, games... shizz you name it and there is a phone that probably does it... I could even bring it to work and use it as a construction level lols...
I wish they'd make phones good again instead of busily making them into swiss army knives... And I'm sort of fine with the battery being crappy (because it can be charged up over night)... And in the city the signals amazing all the time... And I can figure out all the gadgets in any new cell phone fine off the bat... Its just being in the country that you start to notice it just plain kinda sucks as phone... I'm not that old and I'm use to things lasting, having quality, and doing what it was suppose to be made for "well"...
Its like the country has the silent say in things... Weird shit starts to happen with technology made in the city and brought out into the country
lol reminds me of the time I felt sorry for the 70 year old woman at the grocery store trying to figure out the debit machine...
Ohhh what? Thought I had to swipe it.... Huh? Ohhh I have to insert the chip into the machine.... Stab* Stab* hmmm why doesn't in wanna go in? Ohh thats where it goes... (time goes by)...
Till lady checks the machine and presses the card in a bit further... Smiles* back at the older lady, "It has to be in all the way for it to work."...
Older lady, "Why do they have to make things so difficult, what was wrong with the machines they had before... mumbles*, "pshhh by the time I figure this thing out they'll have already come out with another one."
(time goes by slowly as she reads and presses numbers carefully)
And at last success with items of food... Leaving with a "Take Care" or a "Have Good Day"... until technologies next victim hahaha <= evil laughter*
Evil Technology: "I will make you computer glitch out"
Country Luddite: "Thats fine I can do with out it... All my important stuff is off of it anyways... =) Big Smile*
Evil Technology: "Fine....Then.... I.... Will.... Claim someone else's computer in the city instead."
Some where... Some city... Some house... Some bed room... Some computer... ZZzzzzzzzap*... Followed by a Noooooooooooooo you can't do this to me now...
Previous PostsOrbital Theory, posted January 28th, 2013
Flu Shots...., posted January 8th, 2013
Reversals, posted January 8th, 2013
Stone of Escape, posted January 8th, 2013
Lifting, Safety, and Beyond In The 21st Century Workforce, posted January 8th, 2013
Living in thee technological age..., posted January 8th, 2013
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