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My 37 gazillionth post

So this is my the post I referred to in my tweet on Wednesday night what we call now, the twenty fourth of a month named December in a year by our current calendar as 2008, two-thousand years after the birth of a meme known as Jesus Christ, the Saviour of Mankind.

I write this post I think, well I feel more really, as a chronicle of a conscious shift I am reeling and feeling the reality of it, happening, washing, effervescing over me.

Strange language isn't it? It is to me.

I find, or ever increasingly find myself coming to some learnings 'very difficult to verbalise', and that because the 'realisations' defy words, symbols even. A fiendishly evasive and urgent ebullient set of learnings.

What this means is that I see myself looking at words furiously scribbled in my moleskin.

Profound realisations? Semantic signs pregnant with prophetic foreshadowings of great things to come from me? I don't quite know either and something around me, within me, feels like within all of us, is unleashing me to write this. Again neither do I 'get' why the style of this chunk of meaning is sequenced so. Anyhoo, straight from my consciousness to my moleskin to my consciousness to my mac to you via the internet I apparently earlier "got to know" in the Twitterness:

What this means: <-- the 'awakening' I guess (okay I'll just quote from the moleskin now. *ascends*

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I mindfully pursue my one true love:

to be a part of the soaring armada of ferocious learners and teachers ..... to unleash their full potential to pursue technologies that elegantly enhance mankind's inherent ability to collaborate to lift the entire race to astounding heights and depths of herself.

Yes I wholly mean Herself!

We've all felt that at some time 'as they call it' the undeniable enslaving concept of god as some eternal man with a growth trophy of pointless facial hair, uncannily obviously evolving away from.

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I realise I have less in common with Jesus than as Satan or Buddha or Krishna or Invader Zim for that matter.

I realise (real)ise and make real for myself by writing this. and I evoke this as the highest, absolutely ultimate point in my awakening as this instance of "existence" we "grasp obviously blindly grasping for some semantic evidence, some ratifying witness that our "now: foremost in conscious mind is our reality, our 'real' 'is' ataion? of our existence. Our forever flawed, design or fractally evolved perception, perceiving eternally ever expanding exploding and imploding infinity spiralling now.

*gasp* Aiy am breathless now as I write this in my moleskin with my rotring ... technological artifacts. Our piercing ever accelerating historic universal archive of our growth as a symbolic, semantic, time binding class of life. Thanks Korzybski and Mazlow and Erickson and Hoffman and Hall and All.

Well that was ... cathartic.

Feels like much of the blocks are cascading away.

*twirls*

it ends on page37 <-- which systemically I've designed to now get asked about.

circles ..... delicious circles )))))))))))))))))

^^^^^ catch that on twitter and try keep up with the circles, that's linked to the "now you know why I hesitate to blog" tweet

me likey for the Carl reading this, this point on the timeline .. and now .. and now ... ROFLMTAO

Ten Things I Hate About Myself

So after wallowing in a molasses coloured quagmire of blog apathy, I nagged the Blog Demi-God of SA yet again for some inspiration, motivation and encouragement to help me get blogging once more.

Mike's sage advice: "Carl, you overthink things. You want each post to be this profound work of art. And that gets in the way of you writing anything."

I asked him to give me a topic, just to get going (by now my voice had reached that self-loathy whiny pitch). His response (after rolling his eyes): "Write a post called 'Ten Things I Hate About Myself'"

My shortlist (and I struggled 'cos I'm pretty full of myself (I hate that too!):

1. I have a serious case of Adult Onset ADD - so much gets my attention. The older I get, the more wildly fascinated I get about pretty much everything around (and not around) me.
2. I'm still not married. And this deservedly after passing up/being a complete tool to the women I've loved.
3. I'm still pretty pissed off at the majority of my family for disappearing for 25years. Finding it hard to forgive and forget though I really should because I've already lost 25years.
4. I've started so many cool things with awesome humans, only to bail midway or switch to silent mode unexplicably. I'm sorry guys, I'm working at that and much better these days.
5. For my colleagues: I know I have a gazillion useful, profitable projects in various stages of dev. I'm working on closing the loops and the PMP training is really helping.
6. I make way too many altered state jokes/quips.
7. I'm becoming a bit of a no-sugar fascist after quitting most forms of refined sugar. If you see me snarling at your "4 spoons of sugar in coffee" habit, understand I just quit a really unhealthy habit and am feeling kinda proud.
8. I'm a model example of overpromise-underdeliver. I'm not lazy or stupid. I'm just now, learning to scope required resources/constraints more accurately. Still, I hate that I didn't fix this sooner.
9. I suffer from cobler's children syndrome. My blog needs a new coat of paint and some depth, like a few account managers from a supplier or two I know.
10. I can be pretty sharp-tongued at times (see #9). I often don't see the pain that ensues. This sucks and I wanna do something more inspiring with my tongue.

That's some of my laundry out in the open folks ...

A fun start to a whole slew of content I hope reveals how I go about making sense of the planet and navigating information age challenges, all the while patching my personal suck.

In closing, more evidence of the Stopforth's legendary motivational skill:

[10:32:58 - Mike]: just promoted ur blog on twitter thinking you'd posted about strat prof there
alas not! :P
[10:33:09 - Mike]: now you better blog plonker
[10:35:42 - Carl]: dude - it terrified me into writing a post right now - almost done and publishing in 3omins
[10:36:01 - Mike]: HAHAHAHA
[10:36:03 - Mike]: loool
Mike Stopforth has left the conversation.

11. I worry about being called a "plonker" ;)

 

The Most Profound Music I've Ever Heard

Dan Ellsey's musical performance is the most profound expression I've ever heard from another human being, is it just me?

 

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Revealed! - Carl Spies Owns Share in Telkom SA

Image of Notary with my Shareholder Forms and IDYup, it's true, I own a share ... ONE Share in Telkom SA .

Thanks to Richard and Alastair for sponsoring the investment.

This very cool act of generosity following after a group of us donated cash to the Telecoms Action Group (TAG) for the 1 pager in the Mail & Guardian on 19th Jan 2007.

The SA Telecoms Action Group met at Nino's Rosebank on Monday night to fill in the paperwork and have it confirmed by a notary (Mark Harris) and then VOILA - we were endowed with super mass action powers to:

Gain access to AGM's now where we get to participate.

We can then talk about pressing issues like:

1. What yarn to knit the tea cosies out of, in the Umtata District.
2. A play by play, gripping technological thriller involving: [a] what really happens when our vocal patterns are digitised into speech artifacts ... [b] what people will say 1000yrs from now when they replay those artifacts ... [3] how to really "pimp my VOIP up" to sound mega-cool 80's robotlike just to confuse future researchers. (I know I know, too much Futurama)
3. Whether Bakers Shortbread really is the perfect accompaniment with Rooibos Tea or Oumas Buttermilk Rusks rather, to offset the tanginess the tea leaves on the palate.
4. How if you say VOIP at least 50 times out loud in rapid succession, you'll approximate one of those battery operated attack choppers they sell at Toys-R-Us.

Regardless of the plethora of topics at our fingertips, we should be able to keep 'em busy for a while.

I guess this is the form of protest we get to take part in, as "The New Digital Hippies" (we also joined a newly formed Shareholers Education Association, which allows us access to some very smart info on our rights and how to exercise them, to maximise the pain .. er .. to carry our message across with poise and congruence ... and no MaX, I'm never joining Toastmasters :P )

Image of TAG Shareholders Signup at Nino's Rosebank

Afrigator: I Love Thee (R)200 Ways

So while I'm waiting for my:

"I'll blog anything for a t-shirt" shirt to come from the printers, I thought I'd take this opportunity to mention that there are still about 20 shirts available from Afrigator if you blog about them and their "Win an Ipod " competition.

Afrigator Logo

Admittedly I'm an avid collector of geek memorabilia and have had some of my geek T's signed by Eric Raymond , John 'Maddog' Hall and Richard Stallman (and dayam was Stallman fussy about signing on anything with the word Linux printed on it .. had to get him to sign a blank T and then print *nix on it .. and all this after his performance at Wits where he ducked underneath the podium, donned headgear and rose up to promote the Church of Stallman)

So here's what I'm proposing to the Afrigator Team:

I think you folks are cool and admire the whole aggregation project. I'd really dig a T-shirt, more importantly, I'd dig one signed by Justin Hartman.

I've spent decent amounts of cash buying shirts from Mozilla and donating to the project, so in that spirit, I'll happily donate R200 towards the Dev Efforts of Afrigator in return for a cool shirt signed by the man!

Do we have a deal .. huh huh :)

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