The phone woke me up in the middle of a dream, so it was easy to remember. In character, this was a somewhat unremarkable dream because it was processing concerns that have been on my mind lately. The interesting part was the setting.
It was a rather large building overlooking a valley. Hunt Technologies occupied the ground floor. We were no longer involved with Hunt Tech, but they were the amiable neighbors below us. Our current business was having a meeting of about 20 salesmen and managers on the main floor. I was concerned that the sales people didn't fully understand some basic principle of their job.
Wrapped around our business space was a school that was operating successfully. We apparently had been instrumental in founding it. I was currently mad at Lynn for donating another $120,000 to it without even consulting me.
The building is quite the metaphor for our current life. Hunt Tech is both beneath us and supporting us; sort of a foundation. The view over the valley is reminiscent of where I grew up and of Hunt Tech's location. Our current business is just beginning to get sales oriented. A school is wrapped around our current business, not the center of it, but much of the outer face of it.
Friday, December 25, 2009
Monday, November 30, 2009
Dream about house.
When you dream about exploring a house, it usually means that you are exploring yourself.
Last night I found myself in the basement family room of a big old house that was reminiscent of my parent's house in Fargo. Walking out the door of the family room you enter a little ante room made of old bricks. To your left is the door to Dad's shop. I had gone that path countless times before, but as I glanced left into the shop, for the first time I noticed there was a door straight ahead too.
The path through the doorway straight ahead goes down a short hallway, then expands into a large underground urban area of residential and artisan shops. Further down it gets wider and more commercial, with handy stores for anything I might need. I am thrilled to discover that my house is closely and conveniently connected to this whole community.
Last night I found myself in the basement family room of a big old house that was reminiscent of my parent's house in Fargo. Walking out the door of the family room you enter a little ante room made of old bricks. To your left is the door to Dad's shop. I had gone that path countless times before, but as I glanced left into the shop, for the first time I noticed there was a door straight ahead too.
The path through the doorway straight ahead goes down a short hallway, then expands into a large underground urban area of residential and artisan shops. Further down it gets wider and more commercial, with handy stores for anything I might need. I am thrilled to discover that my house is closely and conveniently connected to this whole community.
Saturday, October 24, 2009
Dreaming in blue
This morning while I was still dreaming, I began to realize that my dreams were basically in black and white with certain features highlighted in blue. At some point I started to realize that this was weird and wondered what was going on.
Then I thought; maybe this a communication technique. Maybe something inside me was trying to get a message to my consciousness. As soon as that thought became conscious, there was a rapid fire series of pictures with blue highlights; too many to absorb. Kind of like someone excited at finally getting your attention and then talking so fast that you can't follow them.
Some of the pictures looked like DNA sequences, highlighting interesting segments. I waited too long before writing this down so many of the other pictures have faded. I hope there are more such communication opportunities.
Then I thought; maybe this a communication technique. Maybe something inside me was trying to get a message to my consciousness. As soon as that thought became conscious, there was a rapid fire series of pictures with blue highlights; too many to absorb. Kind of like someone excited at finally getting your attention and then talking so fast that you can't follow them.
Some of the pictures looked like DNA sequences, highlighting interesting segments. I waited too long before writing this down so many of the other pictures have faded. I hope there are more such communication opportunities.
New board member?
Yesterday I was lying face down on the massage table. Karlene was almost done; doing the final touches on my shoulders. Suddenly I was clearly viewing the scene from above the table. Next to Karlene, to my right was the spirit of an old black indigenous woman with long white kinky hair.
Seeing her as I did from above and behind her left shoulder, her hair was most prominent, and I could only see her face as an outline; a caricature of an old crone with a rather bulbous nose.
At a glance she looked like a shaman or a witch, very old and wise. She was mostly spirit. Whatever body may have been under the long kinky white hair was nondescript.
Suddenly she jumped inside of me.
That move was unexpected, but welcome. I feel that her skills are needed as the next phase of life unfolds.
Seeing her as I did from above and behind her left shoulder, her hair was most prominent, and I could only see her face as an outline; a caricature of an old crone with a rather bulbous nose.
At a glance she looked like a shaman or a witch, very old and wise. She was mostly spirit. Whatever body may have been under the long kinky white hair was nondescript.
Suddenly she jumped inside of me.
That move was unexpected, but welcome. I feel that her skills are needed as the next phase of life unfolds.
Monday, October 05, 2009
Well said
The opposite of a correct statement is a false statement. But the opposite of a profound truth may well be another profound truth.
Niels Bohr
Niels Bohr
Monday, September 07, 2009
Sunday, August 23, 2009
Hugs and tears all around
Kate drew her last breath at 10:57 this morning.
No one has ever had more loving people to spend their last hours with.
No one has ever had more loving people to spend their last hours with.
Sent from my iPhone
Saturday, August 22, 2009
Thursday, August 20, 2009
Are microbes God?
Classical characteristics attributed to God
Omnipresent; God is everywhere
If we define space as it relates to life as the biosphere, certainly everywhere there is life there are microbes.
Omniscient; God knows everything
Within the biosphere, microbes are the first to know just about anything. Certainly they know when a sparrow dies.
Timeless; Always was, always will be.
The extent of time as it relates to the biosphere started with microbes and will end with microbes long after "higher" life forms are gone.
Lives within you
90% of the cells in your body are not yours, they are microbes.
In some ways our bodies are vehicles designed to serve microbes. We are their cities.
So, have a little respect for the bacteria and fungi and viruses.
"What you do for the least of us, you do for me."
Omnipresent; God is everywhere
If we define space as it relates to life as the biosphere, certainly everywhere there is life there are microbes.
Omniscient; God knows everything
Within the biosphere, microbes are the first to know just about anything. Certainly they know when a sparrow dies.
Timeless; Always was, always will be.
The extent of time as it relates to the biosphere started with microbes and will end with microbes long after "higher" life forms are gone.
Lives within you
90% of the cells in your body are not yours, they are microbes.
In some ways our bodies are vehicles designed to serve microbes. We are their cities.
So, have a little respect for the bacteria and fungi and viruses.
"What you do for the least of us, you do for me."
Friday, August 14, 2009
Birthday present
Now it is bath time at the beach.
Saturday, July 25, 2009
Saturday, July 18, 2009
Patterns: A day in the life of... Life
The molecular citizens of the primordial soup learned how to get along. They discovered it took less effort, they could be more comfortable, when they arranged themselves into certain patterns. They were even more comfortable if they made copies of themselves, creating a new level of social interaction, and thus more control over their environment. As they discovered these new concepts, they probably weren't aware that they were following an ancient pattern. These concepts had been discovered, and followed, many times before at levels smaller than they were concerned with; the levels that created them.
Eventually, some groups of citizens figured out that they could control their environment better if they put a wall around themselves. Walling off some private space, defending turf, turned out to be a potent concept. It allowed the groups inside to work closer as teams, with little interference from the natural chaos outside. Those teams got efficient. They became ever more sophisticated. The walled in areas became busy cities; each busily engaged running their internal machinery to help them survive better.
Surviving better means conquering space; wrestling it from the chaos and taming it so it can make you more comfortable. The space these cities operated in was a primordial soup of organic chemicals. To conquer it more completely took more size and sophistication than any one city could muster. Soon the cities got together in teams. As they organized, each city became a cell in a much larger machine.
It was efficient. These multi-cell machines developed into tools that could capture nutrients and process them to feed the many cities inside. It turns out that a really rich form of nutrients can be had by raiding other cities; so the machines developed offensive tools to chew up other cities for food. Then of course they had to develop better defense; not only from the chaos, but from the many other competing organizations. A new kind of space was born; competition from other multi-cellular organisms.
Even in our language, we often refer to head space, or cyber space, or the space that a certain business is competing in. It turns out that every time a new idea or type of organization proliferates, it creates new space. Then there is both co-operation and intense competition for control within that space.
Eventually, some groups of citizens figured out that they could control their environment better if they put a wall around themselves. Walling off some private space, defending turf, turned out to be a potent concept. It allowed the groups inside to work closer as teams, with little interference from the natural chaos outside. Those teams got efficient. They became ever more sophisticated. The walled in areas became busy cities; each busily engaged running their internal machinery to help them survive better.
Surviving better means conquering space; wrestling it from the chaos and taming it so it can make you more comfortable. The space these cities operated in was a primordial soup of organic chemicals. To conquer it more completely took more size and sophistication than any one city could muster. Soon the cities got together in teams. As they organized, each city became a cell in a much larger machine.
It was efficient. These multi-cell machines developed into tools that could capture nutrients and process them to feed the many cities inside. It turns out that a really rich form of nutrients can be had by raiding other cities; so the machines developed offensive tools to chew up other cities for food. Then of course they had to develop better defense; not only from the chaos, but from the many other competing organizations. A new kind of space was born; competition from other multi-cellular organisms.
Even in our language, we often refer to head space, or cyber space, or the space that a certain business is competing in. It turns out that every time a new idea or type of organization proliferates, it creates new space. Then there is both co-operation and intense competition for control within that space.
Wednesday, July 01, 2009
More than you think
Paul Hunt is wondering if we (our physical bodies) are merely the fruiting bodies of a vast network of cosmic connections... sort of like mushrooms are merely the fruiting bodies of a vast network of fungal connections.
Monday, June 29, 2009
Time to write
I used to have time to write.
I not only wrote on this blog, but I wrote on the HUG blogs and took hours for each entry to choose and edit photos.
What changed?
What am I doing with that time now?
I not only wrote on this blog, but I wrote on the HUG blogs and took hours for each entry to choose and edit photos.
What changed?
What am I doing with that time now?
Tuesday, May 26, 2009
New blogs
Ryan has a new blog where he sends photos straight from his G-phone. It is kinda fun.
He is using the same phone to post notes and photos about shop projects on the HUG shop blog.
Cat is alive and well; going to college while raising kids and sometimes blogging.
He is using the same phone to post notes and photos about shop projects on the HUG shop blog.
Cat is alive and well; going to college while raising kids and sometimes blogging.
Tuesday, March 03, 2009
Travel log 4
We picked up a car in Austin and drove North.
(A Hyundai Sonata. The XM radio is really nice on super long trips.)
The urban driving and an hour of freeway was about all I wanted of crowded, fast and sterile. We turned right at Waco and headed into the great tangle of small rural highways.
Ahhh! Much nicer!
Much better feel for the countryside and the people.
Around dark, we started calling local bed and breakfast listings. The first one explained that her husband did the gourmet cooking and was out of town, so the breakfast wouldn't be its normal splendor. Then she explained that the best room was the loft and she would have to go vacuum out the infestation of lady bugs that congregate there daily. That sounded interesting, so we stayed there.
Saturday was quite a day. We had breakfast in Athens and Lunch in Paris. (Paris is where Lynn's biological father was born, so we toured the local museum to get a feel for the times and place where he was raised.)
In the afternoon we drove through mountains and national parks in Oklahoma, ending up in Forth Smith Arkansas.
The same winter storm that just went through Minnesota extended all the way to South Texas. It was cold and icy all around us. We had to put on our coats, but I keep wearing my sandals without socks. (Hey, It helps prove we are from Minnesota.)
Sunday we took more back road hill country. Nightfall found us in Branson Missouri.
Branson is like the clean midwest version of Las Vegas. It has countless theaters and shows and other tourist attractions. The first thing I noticed is that little country roads suddenly turn into big freeways as they get close to Branson.
Branson's population (in the 2000 census) is about 6,000 people, but it has about 40,000 hotel rooms.
The first thing we found out is that most of them are empty. We are a bit early in the season, so we kind of have the whole place to ourselves. Pools and hot tubs and exercise rooms are all ours. The butterfly palace was all ours. (That was very nice.) Hotels are cheap and restaurants are happy to serve us.
It took us a while, but we finally found a really pleasant hotel, Hotel grand Victorian. It is sooo much nicer than the others. I really wish we had found it a couple days sooner.
They serve afternoon tea here.
Then on to more exercise, sleep and shows, for tomorrow we travel north.
(A Hyundai Sonata. The XM radio is really nice on super long trips.)
The urban driving and an hour of freeway was about all I wanted of crowded, fast and sterile. We turned right at Waco and headed into the great tangle of small rural highways.
Ahhh! Much nicer!
Much better feel for the countryside and the people.
Around dark, we started calling local bed and breakfast listings. The first one explained that her husband did the gourmet cooking and was out of town, so the breakfast wouldn't be its normal splendor. Then she explained that the best room was the loft and she would have to go vacuum out the infestation of lady bugs that congregate there daily. That sounded interesting, so we stayed there.
Saturday was quite a day. We had breakfast in Athens and Lunch in Paris. (Paris is where Lynn's biological father was born, so we toured the local museum to get a feel for the times and place where he was raised.)
In the afternoon we drove through mountains and national parks in Oklahoma, ending up in Forth Smith Arkansas.
The same winter storm that just went through Minnesota extended all the way to South Texas. It was cold and icy all around us. We had to put on our coats, but I keep wearing my sandals without socks. (Hey, It helps prove we are from Minnesota.)
Sunday we took more back road hill country. Nightfall found us in Branson Missouri.
Branson is like the clean midwest version of Las Vegas. It has countless theaters and shows and other tourist attractions. The first thing I noticed is that little country roads suddenly turn into big freeways as they get close to Branson.
Branson's population (in the 2000 census) is about 6,000 people, but it has about 40,000 hotel rooms.
The first thing we found out is that most of them are empty. We are a bit early in the season, so we kind of have the whole place to ourselves. Pools and hot tubs and exercise rooms are all ours. The butterfly palace was all ours. (That was very nice.) Hotels are cheap and restaurants are happy to serve us.
It took us a while, but we finally found a really pleasant hotel, Hotel grand Victorian. It is sooo much nicer than the others. I really wish we had found it a couple days sooner.
They serve afternoon tea here.
Then on to more exercise, sleep and shows, for tomorrow we travel north.
Thursday, February 26, 2009
Travel log 3
I told Ruth and Nathan that they run a very fine bed and breakfast, and I will tell all my friends.
I had a nasty clogged sinus the first few days here, but that seems to have melted away with lots of sleep and some regular application of hot sun.
Today we had lunch at a gorgeous restaurant that sits on a cliff 450 feet above lake Travis. Deceptively big. Good food. Great view. Looking down on the multi-million dollar mansions in the hills reminded us of a view you might see in Italy.
We finally have a thin framework of a vacation plan. Rather than fly home, tomorrow we rent a car and drive home. We have a whole week to drive 1,174 miles. Google maps tells me that 17.5 hours of driving will be about getting to Minneapolis. The rest of the 168 hours will be goofing off and finding little personal places of interest, such as bed and breakfast, theater; who knows? We have our GPS and iPhone to help us ferret out the interesting stuff.
I am personally excited about the sensory deprivation tank and massage that we will be trying out in Minneapolis next Friday. Ninety minutes of sensory deprivation might be an interesting trip all by itself.
I had a nasty clogged sinus the first few days here, but that seems to have melted away with lots of sleep and some regular application of hot sun.
Today we had lunch at a gorgeous restaurant that sits on a cliff 450 feet above lake Travis. Deceptively big. Good food. Great view. Looking down on the multi-million dollar mansions in the hills reminded us of a view you might see in Italy.
We finally have a thin framework of a vacation plan. Rather than fly home, tomorrow we rent a car and drive home. We have a whole week to drive 1,174 miles. Google maps tells me that 17.5 hours of driving will be about getting to Minneapolis. The rest of the 168 hours will be goofing off and finding little personal places of interest, such as bed and breakfast, theater; who knows? We have our GPS and iPhone to help us ferret out the interesting stuff.
I am personally excited about the sensory deprivation tank and massage that we will be trying out in Minneapolis next Friday. Ninety minutes of sensory deprivation might be an interesting trip all by itself.
Tuesday, February 24, 2009
Travel log 2
I am serenaded by countless different kinds of birds as I wake up this morning. I had forgotten how pervasive birdsong can be when you are in a place where the temperature makes it possible to have an open window.
We are at Ruth and Nathan's house in rural Austin; catching up on some sleep and sunshine. As I write this, a dozen mini deer are grazing within a stone's throw in the back yard.
We are at Ruth and Nathan's house in rural Austin; catching up on some sleep and sunshine. As I write this, a dozen mini deer are grazing within a stone's throw in the back yard.
Travel log 1.5
Chitty Chitty Bang Bang is now a play, billed as the most fantastic staging since The Lion King. Ruth and Nathan were so impressed that they bought us tickets. A few hours after being in Minneapolis we find ourselves in a fantastic theater in San Antonio. Inside, it looks like an outdoor theater. The ceiling is a big dome that looks like the night sky; at least 10 stories high and complete with stars and moving clouds.
The play had very good acting and music, but the staging was fantastic. Any number of times I laughed and even got tears in my eyes because of the novelty and clever magic in the staging.
Monday we saw some of the old missions (now owned by the national parks service.) It is fascinating to see how and why they lived there, and how they built the 3 foot thick walls. Lynn was so impressed by the 23 minute movie about the people that she bought a copy.
Now we are in the Austin area. The temperature will hit 80 today and it feels good to walk in the sun. We still haven't had to rent a car. That will come later.
The play had very good acting and music, but the staging was fantastic. Any number of times I laughed and even got tears in my eyes because of the novelty and clever magic in the staging.
Monday we saw some of the old missions (now owned by the national parks service.) It is fascinating to see how and why they lived there, and how they built the 3 foot thick walls. Lynn was so impressed by the 23 minute movie about the people that she bought a copy.
Now we are in the Austin area. The temperature will hit 80 today and it feels good to walk in the sun. We still haven't had to rent a car. That will come later.
Travel Log 1
We couldn't force ourselves to make plans. This trip had to unfold as the spirits guide it.
Saturday we leisurely visited various family members in the Brainerd lakes area; then we stopped in at the Brainerd airport and asked the price of a one way ticket to Texas. The good folks at Northwest-Delta said that last minute tickets always cost a lot. They then quoted us a totally outrageous price. We decided to drive.
We had gone less than a mile when we decided to stop at the cel phone store. Lynn traded in her ancient Nokia for an iPhone. This gave me a toy to play with while she drove. Soon it had taught us that plenty of airlines love to sell tickets at the last minue for a iny fraction of the price of Northwest-Delta.
We stayed at Embassy Suites (at a very good price) and set our alarm clock for 4:00 am to catch a Sun country flight. Even as we were going to bed, we couldn't bring ouselves to make a reservation. Things went smooth as silk. Got tickets cheap and upgraded them to first class for a reasonable price.
In Dallas we decided to hop a flight to San Antonio. That was twice the price of the flight from Minneapolis to Dallas, but everything went smooth as silk. We caught the very next flight (on standby) and made it to San Antonio before 11:00 am.
Lynn's parents picked us up and we had a great time.
Saturday we leisurely visited various family members in the Brainerd lakes area; then we stopped in at the Brainerd airport and asked the price of a one way ticket to Texas. The good folks at Northwest-Delta said that last minute tickets always cost a lot. They then quoted us a totally outrageous price. We decided to drive.
We had gone less than a mile when we decided to stop at the cel phone store. Lynn traded in her ancient Nokia for an iPhone. This gave me a toy to play with while she drove. Soon it had taught us that plenty of airlines love to sell tickets at the last minue for a iny fraction of the price of Northwest-Delta.
We stayed at Embassy Suites (at a very good price) and set our alarm clock for 4:00 am to catch a Sun country flight. Even as we were going to bed, we couldn't bring ouselves to make a reservation. Things went smooth as silk. Got tickets cheap and upgraded them to first class for a reasonable price.
In Dallas we decided to hop a flight to San Antonio. That was twice the price of the flight from Minneapolis to Dallas, but everything went smooth as silk. We caught the very next flight (on standby) and made it to San Antonio before 11:00 am.
Lynn's parents picked us up and we had a great time.
Wednesday, January 28, 2009
Big TARP
The Troubled Assets Relief Program (TARP) is 700 billion dollars that our government is using to cover up our economic ills.
It got me wondering; how much could we cover up with $700 billion worth of tarps?
A decent 6.5 ounce heavy duty tarp runs about 12 cents per square foot.
$700 billion will buy 5333 billion square feet of such tarps. (Maybe more. You might qualify for a quantity discount.)
Even without a discount, that is 351,997,245 acres of tarps; one acre for every person in the nation.
With an average of 4 people per household, every household in the nation could give up their troubled mortgage and use their tarp to build a really cool tent about the size of a city block.
Sounds good to me.
It got me wondering; how much could we cover up with $700 billion worth of tarps?
A decent 6.5 ounce heavy duty tarp runs about 12 cents per square foot.
$700 billion will buy 5333 billion square feet of such tarps. (Maybe more. You might qualify for a quantity discount.)
Even without a discount, that is 351,997,245 acres of tarps; one acre for every person in the nation.
With an average of 4 people per household, every household in the nation could give up their troubled mortgage and use their tarp to build a really cool tent about the size of a city block.
Sounds good to me.
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