High density societies engender a higher  default level of goo(tm)*

This goes hand in hand with high co-ordination  high co-operative  activities. And rice. 

Wheat comes from the steppes and the deciduous. Their culture is more loosely bound, individualistic, allowing lot of free movement in wilderness,  hence fending on their own a lot. Still there is a lot more win-win thinking than compared to desert cultures ,where territorial harshness leads to win-idontcare strategies thriving blooming.

The Japanese are, by default, considerate of the impact of their actions on others.the Others live rent free in their head. In my family they call it dakshinyam or obligation, it's the culture of never saying no to anyone asking them anything. The one who asks shamelessly, wins. With the centre not holding , with the elders not available to generate a code of conduct as rapidly as the demographics and the techno-economics changes, the herd-cells are at a loss, 

rationalisation means to rationalise. by virtue of asking why , one arrives at the conclusion that we rationalise only because something isn't. How do we know we're rationalising ? one highly fallible way is if something cleanly makes sense when said to someone else. too pat.

when all of a group internalise a story which has 2 components

1. others, and their attributes of not-good-enough-ness  

2. the internal hierarchy, of function and reward,  to maintain

then we have an organism that is a gang +. Gangs are the smallest unit of society, not individuals. Friends, colleagues, companies, religious groups, govt departments, hobby clubs, all are gangs. Gangs enforce their boundaries, negotiate with each other, 

The cheapest internal hierarchy to maintain, given man's propensity for violence, is the pirate-loot-distribution scheme. Just compare the richest to the poorest in any group, and you'll get the distribution scheme. Listen to their stories, and you'll get an idea of their moralisations and rationalisations which keep the status quo. Simplistically, a gang is a set of outward facing prickles, with the goo's inside. some prickles are pointed inwards, to handle the internal hierarchy and distribution.

* Alan watts prickles & goo theory

+ https://web.archive.org/web/20180224133710/http://gilesbowkett.blogspot.com:80/2007/11/lisp-programmers-and-anarchists.html

 All teachers are like dumbells

Not totally easy. The more you lift the more you grow

Good teachers adjust their weight to you and keep increasing sneakily overnight so every morning your record is just below the target

Some dumbells have too narrow or or rusted holds that cut your hand

Uncle :  when two people meet, there are actually six people meeting, you know - the ones actually meeting, who they think they are, and who they think each other are ...

Mother : Oh yes !! of course, that's why most Indian gods have four hands each, otherwise they will be  spending all day giving handshakes  no. ...?

Uncle : No, it's not like that ....

it was obvious that Uncle's and Mother's inner animals were wildly discordant. Only circumstance enforced their company, and even circumstance was having second thoughts .

 Bangalore has gone to the dogs 

The number of BMWs was a bad smell,  but the last straw was a large white Rolls crawling in traffic.

Buses already have weebs attending meetings with open laptops, even one fucker generating code with wireframes open on the side, in the bus, no less

if you took a peek at this from 2001, you'd think we'd be solving real problems, building the asimov/clarke worlds but no - at best, the masses are running around in circles trying to sell more of the same things 

soon, maybe a nobel prize for delivering packed junk crap in 10 minutes, who knows !!  

 when i grew up, the land used to be left to itself. life would grow and evolve at its own pace, and clutter the ground with organic debris. this used to be calming, and formed a soothing mental backdrop to my thinking about my life. perspective was more or less easy.

today the land is never left free.it is constantly dug, built, churned, trashed..... it's like living inside an ant hill, except that the ant-hill has consumed the known world...

ref : tao of pooh,  small is beautiful ( haven't read this tho)

 joseph campbell's hero's journey,  and borges four stories ....

 time is the first impurity, causing secretions of 'reality' to accumulate on the void, like the first layer of a pearl

when things flow out of the void, and there's nowhere to put them, space is created, so that the same thing 

same space different time. but there's no same space. space is always changing. time is changing everything.

in the void lie all things perfect, and their flawed form arises out and manifests, doing a stint of exile before returning 

similar energy

 

ready when tired

hunters, pluckers, fishers vs farmers

To make a mark on the universe some one must first hold it still for you.otherwise it is akin to shooting paintball pellets at a shoal of fishes, and equally futile

wp :

i guess everyone know this was coming, no one believed they'd be first. 2026 will as the year when AI roots took. and things changed forever.

i first noticed it when the <cursor> icon showed up, then immediately disappeared in the battery usage readout. i remember it well - we had just returned from dinner at the beloved <city> mandarin -  chinese restaurant, we had taken the new family car, bumping around on potholey roads and stop-go traffic, with delivery riders zooming in and out ahead of us. as the kids dropped off to sleep, i opened my laptop as usual and was fake-working.

 

Writing club 1

 The story told from the pov of a story. I escape from the pages as live in your head.ends with being read at a writer's club.

The story of a house, mustiness sensed when stepping in overshadowing the gloomy fate of its inhabitants 

Stories flew around the place like little birds, the mortals walked around wide eyed, searching for suitable one

.why am i here 

I am putting in a patch of my own sky

Am I audible horror story  . Bosss computer takes over on the run .finds boss taking refuge .run some more, get to the sea.island.

I am a mole who grew a human face and body

 Good writing comes from the heart 

Says what everyone knows but hasn't found words for yet

It unified ,forms a bond between reader and writer

Great writing takes someone else's recipe and replaces the chicken with potato