Sunday, August 17, 2008

You and Me We Were the Pretenders, We Let It All Slip Away, In the End What you Dont Surrender, Well the World Just Strips Away

Reading Finite and Infinite game

  1. The rules of the finite game may not change; the rules of an infinite game must change.
  2. Finite players play within boundaries; infinite players play with boundaries
  3. Finite players are serious; infinite games are playful
  4. A finite player plays to be powerful; an infinite play plays with strength
  5. A finite player consumes time; an infinite player generates time
  6. The finite player aims for eternal life; the infinite player aims for eternal birth

I dabble in both trains of though, but can't define which category of thinking I fall into, come to think of it, can't think of too many categories to be boxed in.

Turns out I'm probably not too emphatic about much in life. Something tells me when you try to stand for everything you stand for nothing, and its about darn time I figure out more things to stand for.

Tuesday, August 05, 2008

Step on a steam train, Step out of the driving train, Maybe run from the darkness in the night

This book
talks about how 'too much ownership' causes gridlock in an economy, interesting perspectives, I think about it in terms of how people in the workplace take ownership of 'project a, or project b', which also causes gridlock.

What is the common purpose in a world of individuality? Where's the excitement come from in a world of abundance?

It used to be 'cool' to go to a baseball game, b/c it was a treat, is that still the same these days?, Or are people so 'on guard' protecting themselves from the vulture machine that charges 50 bucks for a shirt and 10 bucks for a beer?

Damn, I remeber and miss the days I used to be a sentimental guy.

Ben Folds
Sentimental Guy

There's a moment in my mind
I scribbled and erased a thousand times
Like a letter never written or sent

These conversations with the dead
I used to be a sentimental guy
Now I'm haunted by the left unsaid

I never thought so much could change
Little things you said or didare part of me,
come out from time to time
Probably no one I know now would notice

But I never thought so much could change
You drifted far awayFar away it seems
Time has stopped, the clock keeps going
People talkin' and I'm watching

As flashes of their faces go black and white
And fade to yellow in a box in an attic
But I never thought so much
Could change, now I don't miss anyone

I don't miss anything
What a shame cause I used to be a sentimental guy

Sunday, August 03, 2008

Son look at the people lining up for plastic, Wouldn't you like to see them in the national geographic?

Today I rolled back in time to a posting many moons ago. I'd have to say there was a tension that evening, a tension that still holds true 3 years, one that motivates and inspires, yet drains.

The word of the day is stymie. Life is full of it, endeavors, one idea vs. the next, and defining the overlap in complicated situation, in heart, job, body or other pillars is increasingly difficult the more you grind against it.

Gatekeeper vs. Keymaster in life -- An interesting question. First thoughts lead me down a path of how different social structures lend themselves to others, generally speaking, people in the same professions seem to take care of each other, money lends itself to money, and cartels work to align their visions. Both have gummed up society unbelievably, for as in today's mesh networks, many people hold the keys, and gates can be bypassed.

There are always alternate routes, and if there no designs or flaws to find, what purpose do these functions play other than creating gangs of 'haves and have nots. As society devolves, what value does anything have, and what's all the hub-bub rat race all about?

Perhaps it is a metaphor for life, but just as any, definition lies on different variables, especially your current mood. I've taken the dreaded true colors test and Jung personality type tests and based on how I'm feeling at the moment is how the results play out.

We are the keymaster to our own lives, gatekeeps are twarted by the masses, or intuition, intuition which is given to certain people who can tap into certain currents. I'd say there are some currents that are still well kept secrets, which most people don't know about, even few care when they know, some of these folks want the keys or to cross the gate but dont have what it takes, and the special few are the ones that hop on the boat and go with Frodo and Sam.

Numbers stack like this

1,000,000 = dont know
100,000 = know but dont care or choose a different fight to fight
1,000 = 'want in'
10 = have the keys to the kingdom, or the vip band that makes the gatekeeper move out the way

Are gates and keys good or bad? My first inclinations were bad, for it seems to me there's sort o a beaurocratic step in a process of going from A to B. The more I think about it, gates and keys serve typical human nature by guarding what it is that 'needs to be' guarded.

Through a process and journey, usually through much hardship and self enrichment, you can break on through to the other side.