I'm a terrible blogger. Four months and not a single blog. No carvivorous exploits, no crazy arctic shennanigans, and I haven't even let any pseudo-scientific articles whip me into a writing furor. It could be that I've been focusing on writing my books.
What? Books? Yep. I've written 2/3rds of a second novel, in series to the first and have ideas and plot points for a 3rd and 4th. So I have been busy, not idling my time away during my arctic penance (note the change in attitude in relation to my global stationary position).
Canadian immigration is a joke. We've given up the idea of making it honest in Canada. I have broken no rules, in fact I have followed them very well, and as such I am relegated to a non-earning, prideless shell. Basically because I have yet to grovel at the altar of scholastic dominion and paid my yearly dues for a piece of paper with a shiny star and a dean's signature of approval I have been relegated to second rate humanity. Because I'm not part of the "learned" sect of society I can't be awarded legal status to work. Neat. The idea that the west doesn't operate on a class system is a sham. It's a far more open class system than say, India, but not by much. Anyway, because i have no specific field of study and or degree or field of "learned" work (by their definition or course) the Canadian government has afforded me, the husband of a Canadian citizen, a brief period of my life where if I do anything to help myself or my wife earn a living and pay their outrageous taxes I will be deported.
Let me sum up: I'll be punished for contributing to their society. Why? Because Canada has already relegated marriage into a secondary legal status inferring shared possesions, home, and real estate. Nothing else.
You might ask, "Are you just frustrated that things haven't worked out?" But of course. Because of a selected lack of information and refusal to even communicate with its own citizens abroad, we were only able to find roughly 10% of the information that we've gleaned over 12 months of hacking away at the shroud of mystery that surrounds Canadian Immigration Serivices before we moved. We may as well be trying to hack into the CIA or FBI databases when trying to find out if that mystery call that came out of the blue meant they were looking at my application.
In fact, even the FBI managed to process a background check on my behalf in the time it took immigration services to acknowledge they even recieved my application. It's a joke.
I surrender. We are returning to our work-a-day "consumer" status in the states this summer. It's better than this. Global economy my left foot. The world is as big and seperate as it ever has been.
I'm out.
Friday, February 11, 2011
Friday, October 8, 2010
The insanity of Humanity
I need to take a moment to spout some vitriole directed at the masses of "trained" scientists who are making contributions to whole of human knowledge: Are you guys stupid?
Evolutionist keep arguing all of life as we know it came from wet, hot rocks.
Case in point. Researchers have just recently submerged a small robotic submarine and roved the deep waters off the coast of India with a high resolution camera. In the process, surprise of all surprises, they managed to photograph species hitherto unknown to mankind. Some of them are creatures of similar nature to other known species but some have been less categorizable in the current trends of thought. These scientists argue that this is of course, mounting evidence for evolution.
A quote: "Were you there when I plumbed the depths of the ocean?" ~ God, challenging Job's notion of knowledge.
My point: Are humans so insanley proud to think that we could somehow espouse the very workings of our planet or even the universe into a neat categorizable unified theory of mathematic coincedence? Modern science consistently argues that given time that any of this could happen. To think hat somehow the cogs of all of this massive biological machinery that operates more profoundly accurate than anything men can come up with is just coincidental is the epitome of stupidity.
Riddle me this: Which evolved first in the human race: the liver or the spleen? or how about the liver and the pancreas? Neither organ can function without the other and they are profoundly absent in many subspecies that live quite well without them, and if we functioned at one point well without them what would the need of growing these function specific organs be anyways?. Now, a scientific mind might argue that their beginnings could have begun sympathetically and grown together. Mathematically for this to happen the human race or our precursors would have had to been on the planet simultaneously with the rest of planetary evolution (for billions of years instead of mere hundreds of millions - darnit, math and the laws of probability keep getting in the way) or we are so consequently lucky that it all happened just like it did that we should be thanking our lucky stars and living life to the fullest just because we should be glad we're alive and sufficiently self-aware that we can be introspective into the workings of life to begin with.
For a real mind trip how about looking at the biology of a blue whale. They shouldn't exist according to evolution. They are breathing mammals that have sophisticated bouyancy and pressurizing systems allowing them to dive for the food they eat, namely, nearly invisible to the naked eye plankton. What? If you're still wondering how the liver and pancreas in the human body could have evolved simultaneously or independently, don't bother wondering how an animal as heavy and large as a whale can manage to pressurize part of its body while leaving the rest unpressurized so its massive heart and organs can still function while diving to a depth that should crush it or how how their lungs could be so efficient that their dive times are so ridiculously long while their enormous organs should be shutting down from a lack of oxygen that they are required to use from air because they're mammals. Or how about the fact that their own mass should in essence, crush them for being that big. Their size alone is enough to question how they would evolve into such a large creature. It's inefficient to be so big and how could they have evolved the required sophisticated organ structures they have to compensate for their size while they got so big? The one precludes the other. If they were small enough at one point to not require them to grow or dive so deep for food, they wouldn't have developed the structures they have for maintaining their very size. But if they started so big for unknown biological reasons they would have simply died out because their size would have killed them before they had millions of years to grow the right organs to perform the basic food practices they now utilize quite well. And for that matter, why haven't they grown a form of gills yet?
"But that's not how it works," they didn't evolve to meet an end, they say. What you're seeing is a species meeting the end of its evolutionary line. Nature took its course to become this and it will end there unless it evolves again to meet the demands of survival. Ughh... there's always an excuse.
Who was the one that decided to let those who choose to observe and report tell us we're an accident? Science is not a game to prove who can disprove that an old guy lives in the clouds. Even the truly ignorant can look up and say, "The old man upstairs ain't there." As time presses on and scientists and sociologists and physicists and astronomers and researchers who contribute to men's knowledge accumulate data and add it to the collective libraries of human thought it is not only obvious, but undebateable that the physical presence of an all knowing God in day to day life is absent from what they are observing and reporting. But you can also quantitatively prove that men's knowledge is INCOMPLETE!
In our pride as a species it is glaringly obvious that it is impossible to collect, review, analyze, categorize, sub-categorize and hypothesize and test all of life and what it constitutes. You can't watch people in New York and expect someone on a ranch to behave like someone from a large city. You can't probe the ocean off the coast of India and expect the fauna to be the same as what you might find Antarctica or near Hawaii. But this is what we're letting grant hungry scientists throw at us. There are teams of scientists trying to figure out human biology that have been unsuccessfull at figuring out what the direct cause of artheroschlorotic plaque is. Their are thousands of enzymes in the human body that we're not sure what they're doing, we just know they are there. There are many there I would imagine we don't know about.
A single human cell is more complex in mechanism and metabolism than we are capable of observing with our eyes in nature on a grand scale, and yet, we know the beginnings of all things. We've somehow tracked the creation of the universe and even set a timeline on how it probably happened. We've clustered regions of established science into bite sized peices that we can feed to others and with pride and no shame say, "This is how this happened." Yet, the overall ignorance of the grand scheme of life and how anythings works or is even unified eludes mankind so deftly. A question as simple as, "What's down there?" baffles the brilliant to the point where if they have a brain they must say, "I don't know." And if you at some point must say, "I don't know," I would venture a guess that you are a very very tiny thing that has no control of your life and very little of your place in this world. Your cells certainly are functioning independent of your thoughts because if they were subject to you, you would simply die because of your ignorance.
We are wet, carbon-based dust, subject to the gravitational pull of a large spinning object hurtling through the solar system around an enormous hot ball of gas that is subject to the gravitational pull of other large bodies of dark matter and stars, and blah blah blah. We don't even know that because it is outside of our reach to measure, quantify, and collect data.
We've come to a lot of these conclusions in ignorance. Is it the bliss that so many claim it would be? No, because in the course of the data collection, a handfull of men and women who were given the opportunity to spend enormous amounts of money on research came to their own personal conclusions and became their own high priests of religious thought. In their pride they have set humans as the determinant factor for existence. That's seems like pretty thin ice for a species so delicate. In all of our pride we certainly shouldn't have come to the conclusion that we are our own masters. To be so self-aware and yet so incredibly ignorant at the same time is unique to humans. To have ever uttered the words, "I don't know," one shoud be willing to at least say, "It is possible." And that stretches to all things. No, we do not know.
The guy with the beard digging in the ground in Africa doesn't know where we came from.
The lady with the beaker and petri dish in a lab somewhere does not know where we came from.
Stephen Hawking does not know where we came from.
If he's so smart why hasn't he figured out how to fix his body? All of that brain power and he chose to exert it probing the universe from a wheel chair. It's counter-indicative of the nature of survival. According to evolution a simpler and more ignorant but hardier life form will replace him and thrive in his place. But in his pride he chose take on the idea that there's nothing out there that is smarter or more powerful or more capable than us that could exist outside of our simple dimensional world.
The question is: if there was, and if that being or beings were that much more capable and intelligent than us, why would they show any more compassion or understanding to our less-capable species that would appear as dominant on earth but submissive to them/it? Hawking finally came to that conclusion; but only just in time for a press release to coincide with his book being published, though.
I'm done rambling for the day.
Evolutionist keep arguing all of life as we know it came from wet, hot rocks.
Case in point. Researchers have just recently submerged a small robotic submarine and roved the deep waters off the coast of India with a high resolution camera. In the process, surprise of all surprises, they managed to photograph species hitherto unknown to mankind. Some of them are creatures of similar nature to other known species but some have been less categorizable in the current trends of thought. These scientists argue that this is of course, mounting evidence for evolution.
A quote: "Were you there when I plumbed the depths of the ocean?" ~ God, challenging Job's notion of knowledge.
My point: Are humans so insanley proud to think that we could somehow espouse the very workings of our planet or even the universe into a neat categorizable unified theory of mathematic coincedence? Modern science consistently argues that given time that any of this could happen. To think hat somehow the cogs of all of this massive biological machinery that operates more profoundly accurate than anything men can come up with is just coincidental is the epitome of stupidity.
Riddle me this: Which evolved first in the human race: the liver or the spleen? or how about the liver and the pancreas? Neither organ can function without the other and they are profoundly absent in many subspecies that live quite well without them, and if we functioned at one point well without them what would the need of growing these function specific organs be anyways?. Now, a scientific mind might argue that their beginnings could have begun sympathetically and grown together. Mathematically for this to happen the human race or our precursors would have had to been on the planet simultaneously with the rest of planetary evolution (for billions of years instead of mere hundreds of millions - darnit, math and the laws of probability keep getting in the way) or we are so consequently lucky that it all happened just like it did that we should be thanking our lucky stars and living life to the fullest just because we should be glad we're alive and sufficiently self-aware that we can be introspective into the workings of life to begin with.
For a real mind trip how about looking at the biology of a blue whale. They shouldn't exist according to evolution. They are breathing mammals that have sophisticated bouyancy and pressurizing systems allowing them to dive for the food they eat, namely, nearly invisible to the naked eye plankton. What? If you're still wondering how the liver and pancreas in the human body could have evolved simultaneously or independently, don't bother wondering how an animal as heavy and large as a whale can manage to pressurize part of its body while leaving the rest unpressurized so its massive heart and organs can still function while diving to a depth that should crush it or how how their lungs could be so efficient that their dive times are so ridiculously long while their enormous organs should be shutting down from a lack of oxygen that they are required to use from air because they're mammals. Or how about the fact that their own mass should in essence, crush them for being that big. Their size alone is enough to question how they would evolve into such a large creature. It's inefficient to be so big and how could they have evolved the required sophisticated organ structures they have to compensate for their size while they got so big? The one precludes the other. If they were small enough at one point to not require them to grow or dive so deep for food, they wouldn't have developed the structures they have for maintaining their very size. But if they started so big for unknown biological reasons they would have simply died out because their size would have killed them before they had millions of years to grow the right organs to perform the basic food practices they now utilize quite well. And for that matter, why haven't they grown a form of gills yet?
"But that's not how it works," they didn't evolve to meet an end, they say. What you're seeing is a species meeting the end of its evolutionary line. Nature took its course to become this and it will end there unless it evolves again to meet the demands of survival. Ughh... there's always an excuse.
Who was the one that decided to let those who choose to observe and report tell us we're an accident? Science is not a game to prove who can disprove that an old guy lives in the clouds. Even the truly ignorant can look up and say, "The old man upstairs ain't there." As time presses on and scientists and sociologists and physicists and astronomers and researchers who contribute to men's knowledge accumulate data and add it to the collective libraries of human thought it is not only obvious, but undebateable that the physical presence of an all knowing God in day to day life is absent from what they are observing and reporting. But you can also quantitatively prove that men's knowledge is INCOMPLETE!
In our pride as a species it is glaringly obvious that it is impossible to collect, review, analyze, categorize, sub-categorize and hypothesize and test all of life and what it constitutes. You can't watch people in New York and expect someone on a ranch to behave like someone from a large city. You can't probe the ocean off the coast of India and expect the fauna to be the same as what you might find Antarctica or near Hawaii. But this is what we're letting grant hungry scientists throw at us. There are teams of scientists trying to figure out human biology that have been unsuccessfull at figuring out what the direct cause of artheroschlorotic plaque is. Their are thousands of enzymes in the human body that we're not sure what they're doing, we just know they are there. There are many there I would imagine we don't know about.
A single human cell is more complex in mechanism and metabolism than we are capable of observing with our eyes in nature on a grand scale, and yet, we know the beginnings of all things. We've somehow tracked the creation of the universe and even set a timeline on how it probably happened. We've clustered regions of established science into bite sized peices that we can feed to others and with pride and no shame say, "This is how this happened." Yet, the overall ignorance of the grand scheme of life and how anythings works or is even unified eludes mankind so deftly. A question as simple as, "What's down there?" baffles the brilliant to the point where if they have a brain they must say, "I don't know." And if you at some point must say, "I don't know," I would venture a guess that you are a very very tiny thing that has no control of your life and very little of your place in this world. Your cells certainly are functioning independent of your thoughts because if they were subject to you, you would simply die because of your ignorance.
We are wet, carbon-based dust, subject to the gravitational pull of a large spinning object hurtling through the solar system around an enormous hot ball of gas that is subject to the gravitational pull of other large bodies of dark matter and stars, and blah blah blah. We don't even know that because it is outside of our reach to measure, quantify, and collect data.
We've come to a lot of these conclusions in ignorance. Is it the bliss that so many claim it would be? No, because in the course of the data collection, a handfull of men and women who were given the opportunity to spend enormous amounts of money on research came to their own personal conclusions and became their own high priests of religious thought. In their pride they have set humans as the determinant factor for existence. That's seems like pretty thin ice for a species so delicate. In all of our pride we certainly shouldn't have come to the conclusion that we are our own masters. To be so self-aware and yet so incredibly ignorant at the same time is unique to humans. To have ever uttered the words, "I don't know," one shoud be willing to at least say, "It is possible." And that stretches to all things. No, we do not know.
The guy with the beard digging in the ground in Africa doesn't know where we came from.
The lady with the beaker and petri dish in a lab somewhere does not know where we came from.
Stephen Hawking does not know where we came from.
If he's so smart why hasn't he figured out how to fix his body? All of that brain power and he chose to exert it probing the universe from a wheel chair. It's counter-indicative of the nature of survival. According to evolution a simpler and more ignorant but hardier life form will replace him and thrive in his place. But in his pride he chose take on the idea that there's nothing out there that is smarter or more powerful or more capable than us that could exist outside of our simple dimensional world.
The question is: if there was, and if that being or beings were that much more capable and intelligent than us, why would they show any more compassion or understanding to our less-capable species that would appear as dominant on earth but submissive to them/it? Hawking finally came to that conclusion; but only just in time for a press release to coincide with his book being published, though.
I'm done rambling for the day.
Monday, August 30, 2010
Where have you been, Kotter?
I don't know that anyone I know is checking my blog anymore. I haven't written anything for it in months. I have my reasons. I haven't had much happen. I haven't been on any exciting trecks throught the wastelands of the arctic. Berry Picking season is upon us here in the arctic but I don't care, I don't want to go traipsing through the moss lately. The weather has been rainy and foggy for most of this "summer" and I don't suppose I have been as productive at anything I had wanted to be.
Why? Fate. After my father passed away in June it knocked some of the optimism out of me that I had that month. A combination of that and loss of some of my admiration for the local culture. I'm gaining some of the same jaded view of an opportunist. Which is ironic because I'm still waiting on canadian beauroracy. I'm following the rules so that means I can't lift a finger for employment until I have a work permit. I refuse to join the ranks of those who "get away with" working for cash that hop borders and ignore the sovereignty of the nations they hijack. I have too much to loose, and my integrity is something I'm responsible for. You may not have to live with me, but I do have to live with myself.
So after I traveled thousands of miles in June to be there to watch my father be intered in the dust he came from, I began to feel the dull ache of loss that I hadn't felt in so long. I realized that during so much of my life my father had been so adamant that if I loved something that I should pursue it. I have done that several times in my life already. I have worn my heart on my sleeve and chased love and dreams of love half way around the world. I have gambled successfully that the woman I married loved me as much as she told me so soon after meeting her. My heart told me I was right, it had before and was telling me again so I went. So often I have just "gone" when my heart said go.
So I did it again and have been unemployed for the better part of a year already. The loss of my father has stirred an effort on my part to pursue dreams again. In the last month I've written the better part of a novel. It has flowed so easily that it has felt natural. For the first time in my life I'm writing about things that I would want to read. I would be so flip as to claim its great literature but I think it's entertaining. I want to finish my rough draft before a work permit comes in the mail and I no longer have the excuse to write all day. I've felt more honor in pursuing my dreams to honor my father. I don't want the day to come that I just make excuses for not having time or enough passion to have done something with the creative fires that at times course through me.
My heart is telling me to pursue. In an effort to honor my father instead of live opposite of him, I think I will push with this.
That's all for now you limited few who read what I post.
Why? Fate. After my father passed away in June it knocked some of the optimism out of me that I had that month. A combination of that and loss of some of my admiration for the local culture. I'm gaining some of the same jaded view of an opportunist. Which is ironic because I'm still waiting on canadian beauroracy. I'm following the rules so that means I can't lift a finger for employment until I have a work permit. I refuse to join the ranks of those who "get away with" working for cash that hop borders and ignore the sovereignty of the nations they hijack. I have too much to loose, and my integrity is something I'm responsible for. You may not have to live with me, but I do have to live with myself.
So after I traveled thousands of miles in June to be there to watch my father be intered in the dust he came from, I began to feel the dull ache of loss that I hadn't felt in so long. I realized that during so much of my life my father had been so adamant that if I loved something that I should pursue it. I have done that several times in my life already. I have worn my heart on my sleeve and chased love and dreams of love half way around the world. I have gambled successfully that the woman I married loved me as much as she told me so soon after meeting her. My heart told me I was right, it had before and was telling me again so I went. So often I have just "gone" when my heart said go.
So I did it again and have been unemployed for the better part of a year already. The loss of my father has stirred an effort on my part to pursue dreams again. In the last month I've written the better part of a novel. It has flowed so easily that it has felt natural. For the first time in my life I'm writing about things that I would want to read. I would be so flip as to claim its great literature but I think it's entertaining. I want to finish my rough draft before a work permit comes in the mail and I no longer have the excuse to write all day. I've felt more honor in pursuing my dreams to honor my father. I don't want the day to come that I just make excuses for not having time or enough passion to have done something with the creative fires that at times course through me.
My heart is telling me to pursue. In an effort to honor my father instead of live opposite of him, I think I will push with this.
That's all for now you limited few who read what I post.
Saturday, May 8, 2010
Update: I am alive. Just not blogging much lately.
It's been over three weeks since I've last blogged. Mia copa to anyone who may have been reading and has been wondering if the polar bears got me. No, no they haven't.
I've begun another picture. This one is larger and ironically, given my first line, is of a polar bear fur that a local hunter had stretched and drying in front of his house. It was a quick snapshot but the picture is a unique look of the past and present combined.
Onward. Of a personal note, since I last blogged I've dropped another 10 lbs. Leaving me 20 lbs from my goal, and if my calculations have held true I will be at 10% bodyfat. Here's hoping. It will bring me closer to my tag line of living large, not fat large but large and healthy and blah blah blah. I realize that can be really boring. But 240 lbs with low bodyfat is ... cool. To me at least. Goals are good to have and keep.
Later, y'all!
I've begun another picture. This one is larger and ironically, given my first line, is of a polar bear fur that a local hunter had stretched and drying in front of his house. It was a quick snapshot but the picture is a unique look of the past and present combined.
Onward. Of a personal note, since I last blogged I've dropped another 10 lbs. Leaving me 20 lbs from my goal, and if my calculations have held true I will be at 10% bodyfat. Here's hoping. It will bring me closer to my tag line of living large, not fat large but large and healthy and blah blah blah. I realize that can be really boring. But 240 lbs with low bodyfat is ... cool. To me at least. Goals are good to have and keep.
Later, y'all!
Wednesday, April 21, 2010
Progress, or production at least.
So here's the latest picture to get finished, at least in principle. It needs fixative and maybe a little more attention when I have the patience to return to it. There's no greater stymie to my ability than feeling the need to create a "masterpiece" every time I touch a pencil, brush or chisel. Not only is it annoying to those around me, it creates what is best known as writer's block. In my case, artist's block. I have thus far mentally acknowledged it and am making efforts to enjoy myself, that way I don't drive myself nuts thinking I can only make something if I think it's going to sell. Which points to the ludicrous nature of that thought process because I almost never manage to keep a picture long enough to ever sell it, it usually gets given away or traded off for favors instead. Thus protecting me from noteriety or fame.
*cough* Right then, here's the picture. By the way, cameras have an amazing ability to wash out and make 2D art look pitiful, especially graphite pieces, this one looks much better in the room.
*cough* Right then, here's the picture. By the way, cameras have an amazing ability to wash out and make 2D art look pitiful, especially graphite pieces, this one looks much better in the room.
Sunday, April 11, 2010
Sunday! Heeyahh!
Been a fair day. I feel like I've accomplished some stuff today. Went to church, made goat biscuits from scratch, got the barbecue going and then barbecued chicken, shrank a few snapshots down to blog size and here we go. This week in pictures (click on picture for larger one):
This is our nice, roomy elevated deck/back porch. Complete with freshly unburied barbecue. Beneath that pciture is the other half of the deck on the neighboring townhouse. That really is 6 feet of drifted snow stacked up there. No, it wasn't like that at the door, it was only 4.5 feet deep when I got it open. About as high as the railing. I really wanted to start BBQ season.
This is me barbecuing in -10 C outdoors. Why not? If you let a little cold or snow stop you here you'll never get anything done.
This is our nice, roomy elevated deck/back porch. Complete with freshly unburied barbecue. Beneath that pciture is the other half of the deck on the neighboring townhouse. That really is 6 feet of drifted snow stacked up there. No, it wasn't like that at the door, it was only 4.5 feet deep when I got it open. About as high as the railing. I really wanted to start BBQ season.
This is me barbecuing in -10 C outdoors. Why not? If you let a little cold or snow stop you here you'll never get anything done.
These are a new Adam favourite(<= check out that Canadian spelling!), goat biscuits. They're just biscuits, but made with predominantly quinoa flour, so as not to let the gluten monster eat me, but for fun and variety that also have feta cheese in them. It's a nice dry cheese and it only adds a layer of flavour here, not in anyway overpowering. They were delicious, what you see here is what I managed to get a picture of before they disappeared.
The recipe? sure:
1 1/4 cups quinoa flour
3/4 cup all purpose flour
1/2 cup of butter
1 tbsp of sugar(I used splenda)
1/2 tsp salt
1 tbsp of baking powder
3/4 cup of milk
3/4 to a cup of crumbled feta cheese
Mix dry ingredients well, cube and cut in butter with forks of knives of something until you have it pretty fine, add milk and feta and mix to make a sticky clumpy mass. Then lightly flour a flat surface and your hands and press everything together into a ball of dough. Flatten it until its about a 1/2 inch thick and use a floured cookie cutter to make biscuit rounds, gather and repress any spare to make more biscuits. I wound up with about 2 dozen. Lightly brush the tops with a little milk and put in a 400 F oven for 18-20 minutes on a lightly greased pan.
On to other things. They were having a spring festival this week. Much of it was for the kids, but the snowmobile drag races and dog sled races were cool. I was looking forward to the seal skinning competition, but it didn't happen, I was bummed out. This was us waiting for it outside of Nakasuk grade school for it to start. It never did, I don't think they had any seals to skin for the competition. Oh well, I'll probably catch something during the summer festival.
That's all, later folks!
Monday, April 5, 2010
Said the raven, "Nevermore."
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