goodbye

A Saturday. Working our way into April of my standoffish year dedicated to my own purpose. One long crescendo of bird song, the overwhelming greenness of my cave, a little grey light. Yike, it's noon! Followed always by a vaguish sense of dread, which I don't regard as very important - maybe general impetus to persist.

Tracking my thoughts, my desires, from one node to another, looking for ones that are truly significant. Wanting people to behave. There's a long shot! But, let's look at it just a little. Concentrating more narrowly on something that could be done, and thus, the possibility of a win or two? Then leveraging that for activism, or setting examples? Sounds like trouble.

Wary of the kind of imperative, often termed efficiency, which leads to highly centralized production. Much nicer, if it works, to create small productive nodes everywhere, for every need. Probably very expensive, though. Some kind of trick or while is needed to pull it off? Time to be a billionaire.

Back to thinking about coding. Sure, behind that is something more familiar. Wanting to ... oh, I suppose I could just do this, say, a bin of a hundred extra small index cards, each with a kanji on it. Ach. Yukky. Hah! Lycos: how to look up kanjis: http://www.jisho.org/kanji/radicals/. And, there it is: a single page for everything, for all the radicals. Well, that's one problem partly solved.

Wanting, wanting, wanting! Just one of endless examples: wanting us, as a society, to completely reject the idea of garbage. Even that is very, very difficult - to discuss! The backdrop is some pretty hills ... but, so what? So they're pretty. I want to complicate your life because something's pretty? What exactly am I saying? That nothing derelict should every leave your "house"? Would that even be possible? I actually am tired of the green carpet that came with the house. I mean, underneath it there must be an inch and a half of dust. It would be quite right, in a way, to take it out, and replace it with the proper thing, a hard floor and stacks of actual magic carpets, that you fold up when you're not using them. Made of wool, and grasses. But what's going to happen to the old carpet. It's simply not ethical to dump this stuff. It was oil, and should become oil again. It should be burned. It should become air. But what about the ashes. Those are likely to be fairly nasty. They then need to be transformed, into something nice. What's that process like?

Carefully sorting garbage, into bins. One type of trash in one bin, another in another. Readying it, this way, for further processing. To figure out what that is, studying it, thinking about it.

None of this "has" to be done. It's just stuff I want to do. It may be hard, but it could be interesting. But to do it you need, well, money.

<hxml>
<house>
<axes>
<origin bottom south corner of framing />
<x from origin along bottom of main back wall framing />
<y from origin along bottom of main west wall framing />
<z from origin along south corner of framing />
</axes>
</house>
</hxml>

No one paying any attention at all. Eyes rolling. Goodbye. Where's the money?