the first project, almost always a failure, serves as a survey

it is important that it captures the lay of the land

the goal is not the goal but the maps that are generated in the process

 philosophy is the brush we use to paint our canvas of thought

each tool - language, math, logic, etc are just single strands of that brush

 the persians had it right

wine, music, poetry

in the delusion

we take refuge

belief unshaken

 straight lines

are so so hard,

crook mine, i

with dented car, unkempt hair

self-deprecating 

is there hope 

 i love corporate jobs

if only for the steady stream

of stationery they 

supply

in exchange for 

soul

 there's something to be said 

for transcendentalism

while the beer's not yet run dry

there's something in Tengrism

while the eagle can still fly

Sky Father &  Earth Mother

Wonder & Joy

threads of spirit

in my soul

 i will awake, arise now

and move back in with my mother

there a cozy nest of comics make

 on the map

many lines

 exploring fingers of man's 

spread, quest

the land, the mother

becomes wife

dances, nurtures, 

suffers

 walt whitman 

is the debussy of poets

while, keats, and mozart

frown down 

upon me

 and he knew

in an instant

that those days were gone

and they smiled, and nodded, as friends

and went their way, 

again strangers

 In all of human histories, sidewaysness sits right at the centre of everything, while rhizome sits snug inside a bookshelf in a library

 alan watts passed through evanston, chicago, a long long time ago

 what was central, and point, to Imperial Britain's unstoppable spread across the globe, was the mechanised weapon - the musket squad loading, firing, and reloading ad infinitum, made from easily source-able local parts, as long as it had hands to hold the musket, fingers to pull the trigger, and a mind to dress up, march around, and follow orders. 

as if by magic, there suddenly popped up musket platoons all around the world, as if they waiting dormant all along. the life-long learning curves and career commitments of the sword  and spear were replaced by quick short training, and squads were ready to go topple kingdoms. 

product placement came next. instead of continuing to only shoot their neighbours across the channel, the other invention, the corporation, took to the 'third-world', supplying (in actuality, leasing) the modern mechanised weapon of devastating effectiveness, to rajas  of this-stan who wanted to teach rajas of that-stan a lesson. eventually, the rajas realised that the weapons were not theirs, and neither was the sovereignity over the land

the rest of the industrial revolution came about as a means to make better faster bigger guns,  move more  troops, carrying said guns and munitions, and  later, administrators and their retinues. 

given that  the earth is three-fourth's water, it is only fitting that a seafaring nation would take to it, like a fish to water

to be clear, it was the lend-lease program of musket-squads, of the EIC, that old chestnut debt ( hello graeber) that transformed the rest-of-the-world into colonies 

 twas thanksgiving week

 and not a single jira stirred

'cept for retail cos

who were hair on fire