Monday, October 10, 2016

It's been a few years since I've written anything, but since I only have 2 followers, no big deal!

It's October 2016. Time flies, really flies, and flies faster and faster with each passing year! Lots of changes in my life since last blog! I'm not writing as much which is kind of a bummer, and I now have a full time job again, but at least I like it. Who cares?

Every so often I keep getting back around to what is my purpose? Some days I feel like I have no purpose, and then I must tell myself I have a purpose, I just may not know what it is at the moment. Obviously to live is a purpose. What I mean here is, I have no driving goal! Some people are very focused and have a specific goal in mind for their lives. I guess I'm just trying to enjoy myself and be happy. I'm also trying to tread lightly in the world, not use up an unnecessary amount of resources, conserve, even contribute resources. Let's face it in this overly complex and highly corrupted world it's easy to just be another user! I guess my purpose is very personal, and not very public. I'm not going to cure cancer, or lead a bunch of folks into enlightenment, and frankly I wouldn't want to. I just want to be the best me I can be, love the man I've chosen to be my partner for the rest of my life and have a good life with him, good being my own definition, not someone else's. I want to live simply. I want us to travel, enjoy the things we do, enjoy each other, laugh often, be comfortable, and tread lightly! The rest is rather unimportant!

Tuesday, September 23, 2014

Multipotentialite

I choose Door #3!

I have called myself many things over the years to express my mode of operation: polymath, Renaissance soul, multi-tasker, lover of variety, generalist...etc. ad infinitum. When I saw the term multipotentialite I thought it was just too difficult to say over and over and even more difficult to explain, but actually it really sums us up nicely. 

The t-shirt would improve my life by sparing me from having to say multipotentialite. :-) People could read it and then ask and I could explain what it means if they don't get it.

The book may make a difference in my life by finally showing me how I can make a living combining all the wonderous things I like to do. Making a living doing something I love would be the ultimate! I have worked for nearly 30 years doing a lot of stuff that was only interesting a small part of the time. On the other hand I have a plethora of hobbies (26 at last count) that I find fulfilling and satisfying. Turning those into a livelihood would change my life forever!



Finally, but certainly the one with the most potential, the hour-long coaching session with the Grand Mistress of Putty herself, Emily! I have struggled with the belief that I can do this on my own for a very long time. I am a fierce individualist and often suffer from the delusion that I can do everything myself. I am admitting here that maybe I can't. I've been trying to do it on my own for a couple of decades now...doing the same thing and expecting different results. Duh! Time to do something different. Someone else's perspective, someone who is also like me with so many different likes and skills, may be the very thing that puts me on the path of different results. Something's got to change.

I am proud to be a multipotentialite...with several multipotentialite friends, who also struggle. In fact, I think I associate more with multipotentialites than "non", yet we seem to be the exception not the rule.

I have also resisted joining the Putty Tribe because of my individualism, but that's about to change too. Time to do something different to get different results.

Thanks for forming the tribe and giving us a place to go for community!

http://puttylike.com/puttyfest/

Monday, August 4, 2014

Ordered Chaos vs. Chaotic Order?

I've been thinking about Chaos and Order lately. I found this picture on the web that perfectly illustrated the fact that we need chaos in the world. Scientifically, chaos is not a "bad or evil" thing. Chaos creates galaxies and stars and star systems and planets and, in the case of Earth, life.
Without chaos there would be no language or salads; the night sky would be pretty uninteresting. Without chaos kids would not play and plants would not provide us with oxygen and food. Chaos is necessary, extremely necessary!

Order is necessary too. They are coupled together like yin and yang; inseparable, balanced, and vital. We talk about them as if they are separate entities and usually only on the far sides of the continuum. Systems are far more complex than pure order or pure chaos and exist somewhere in between in a state of ordered chaos or chaotic order.

Talking about chaos and order one has to be specific of the context. Many people believe that the 2nd Law of Thermodynamics (Law of Entropy) says that "every thing will progress from a state of order to disorder". While in some cases that is somewhat correct, that doesn't really adequately describe the scientific meaning.

Entropy = Energy spontaneously disperses from being localized to becoming spread out if it is not hindered from doing so. Entropy measures the spontaneous dispersal of energy: how much energy is spread out in a process, or how widely spread out it becomes — at a specific temperature.
*Thank you Frank Lambert. (http://entropysite.oxy.edu/students_approach.html)
 
 It's tempting for us to extrapolate scientific principles to social, cultural, and artistic applications. Chaos and entropy become a metaphor for disarray, disorder, and disorganization. I think that is okay, as long as the metaphor stays true to the original premise. For instance, maintaining a neat house; at a high temperature my house becomes more cluttered, at a lower temperature it maintains some organization. ;-) At a specific temperature, my energy for activity disperses from being localize to becoming spread out! Referring back to the pictures, think about the energy that was required to carefully arrange each picture to illustrate order? The natural state of each of those frames is one of ordered chaos (or chaotic order, take your pick). We recognize the salad, the conifer branch, the stars in the night sky, the language, all of them as something familiar, a complex pattern yes, but one we know, suspended somewhere on the continuum between order and chaos, not absolute order or absolute chaos. The other temptation is for humans to assign a VALUE to order and chaos as good and/or bad/evil. Here is where the human intellect must kick in and prevail with reason and rationality. It is neither good or bad, it simply is. Sometimes beneficial things come from order and sometimes from chaos; sometimes detrimental things come from order and sometimes from chaos.

Bottom line, they are inseparable like heads and tails on a coin, but unlike the coin it's not just one or the other. It's both, in varying degrees; just doing what it does, not for an ulterior motive of good or evil. It simply is.

I think I'll good have a bit of soup and salad, under a pine tree.


Wednesday, April 25, 2012

Marathon

In March 2011, I decided to do a marathon (see post 3/4/11). No, I’m not a runner. This is a marathon of another sort, though probably almost as challenging as running 26+ miles. This marathon, technically, would qualify as an ultra-marathon, if we continue with the running analogy, over 100 miles. This marathon requires an entire night (from sunset to sunrise), clear, dark skies (no moon or city light pollution), and vernal equinox (the only time of year that it works). And what is this marathon of which I speak? The Messier Marathon, aka M2 by astronomers, where you try to view all 110 astronomical Messier objects in one night; the equivalent of running 110 miles; kinda, sorta.
My first attempt at this marathon, in March 2011, resulted in only 26 objects or “miles”. Really not bad for a first time, it was equivalent to a regular running marathon. My downfall was incoming clouds which obscured the skies. The objects must be seen in a certain order and some of them must be viewed at a certain time or they will “fall below the horizon” (technically it’s the earth moving, but that’s details), not to be seen again until the next night; which is the very reason that it is done on vernal equinox. On vernal equinox the earth is situated at a position, in its yearly trip around the sun, so that in the course of one night, all of the constellations can be viewed between sunset and sunrise. It is quite challenging to get those first few M-Objects, some of them so very dim, while still fighting the lingering vestiges of sunset. Likewise, in the morning, a marathoner is challenged with the increasing light of dawn, competing with the light of objects 100’s or 1000’s of light years away.
The second (and possibly final) attempt was in March 2012. It started with a very tentative weather prediction, warmer than usual temperatures, and higher than normal humidity. I prepared, mentally, for weeks before, and physically, the night before. The weather was the first unknown. Will it start clear and cloud up (like March 2011) or will it be partly cloudy and clear up? The temperature was the second unknown. Will it be cold, will it dew, or will it frost? The endurance of the marathoner (me) was the third unknown. Will I be able to stay up all night, will I be able to adjust to temperature and weather, will I get hungry, thirsty, will I be able to find all objects? Some of the M-Objects are very difficult to find under ideal conditions, much less under a time constraint and when you’ve been up ¾ of the night.
On March  23, two days past vernal equinox, under a nearly  moonless sky (the sliver moon set very early, and was quite a treat to start the marathon with), I set out to “run” my 110 mile ultra marathon. Starting out, the viewing conditions were rather good, the temperature tolerable, and the setting dark. I’ve been told by many running marathoners, they feel good when they start. Not always the case half way through or at the end. In a field, near Cortland, Nebraska I prepared my gear. My “shoes” were an 8” Onion SkyQuest Newtonian Reflector Telescope on a Dobsonian base, a decent “scope” for this sort of marathon. My guide was Sky & Telescope’s Pocket Sky Atlas by Roger W. Sinnott, and a lovely M2 viewing list from http://messier.seds.org/xtra/marathon/marath1.txt  using Don Machholz’s search sequence. I had layers of clothes, to put on if the night got colder. I had water and food to keep hydrated and nourished. I even had 5 hour energy drink. I had a fan club cheering me on, fellow amateur astronomers, who would be out for a few hours with me, looking at their own celestial wonders, whom have attempted the marathon themselves in years past, and knew its toll and challenge. And most importantly, I had a hopeful attitude. Well, at least for a while.
I failed to get my first M-Object, which I had gotten the year before; and then failed getting my second M-Object. As I struggled to find them in the remaining photons of the sun, they creeped lower and lower making them harder and harder to see. I finally let them go and moved on. I got number 3@ 9:09 pm CDT, and from there it got better. I cruised for 32 “miles”. At midnight, on the search sheet, there is a break built into the marathon (a time where you have seen all the current objects and must wait for other constellations to come into view), and even though I had not gotten to that point in my own search, I took a rest. At 1 am on March 24, I began my pace again, and “ran” strong for 6 miles. I failed to snag a few and slowed down at “mile” 39 and 40. And then the dew came. The outside of my scope was nearly dripping with moisture. I carefully and diligently kept the eyepieces and aperture covered, when I wasn’t looking through them, to reduce the chance of dew on the mirror. Dew on the mirror is a pulled hamstring, your marathon is over! Up next was one of the hardest legs of the marathon, the Virgo and Coma Berenices galaxy clusters. Imagine looking into a section of the sky where the galaxies are as numerous as the stars, and they are all tiny, faintly luminous, smudges on the sky. And very few guide stars to boot. I admit that I didn’t find most of these, another marathoner did, and he did an amazing job. I looked at them, and helped guide him, but I didn’t run those 20 or so miles alone. After those challenging miles I was back on my own to finish out the night. I was feeling not only hopeful, but also a bit cocky; a dangerous emotion when there was so much left to do.
At some point in the early morning, an odd thing happened, the air seemed to dry up a bit. I sensed a change in humidity, which I had never experienced, it got less humid. Encouraged by the weather’s cooperation, I resumed with gusto, and snagged 11 more M-Objects in 30 minutes. I was stiff from the physical demands of positioning myself around the telescope and because I had spent 8 hours in the cool night, probably not quite dressed as warm as I should have been. I was tired, having been up for just under 24 hours. The slight pale tinge of light was starting to appear in the east. Stopping for just a moment to catch my breath, I realized I had watched the galaxy, the Milky Way, “rise”, and I was now looking at constellations I normally see in the summer, though usually at a much earlier time. It was humbling to see our magnificent galaxy make its appearance in the spring sky. A galaxy rise! “A morning filled with 400 million suns!” (Thank you, Carl Sagan).
I frantically tried to resume my pace, but honestly, I was losing endurance. The thing about running out of stamina is, it affects your mind, and that was the one thing I needed most, my spacial ability. I managed to log 6 more miles. When my pencil recorded my 77th M-Object at 5:30 am on March 24, I stood up and said to the universe, “I’m done! I can go no further.”
The universe nodded and said, “Hell of an effort human, hell of an effort!”
Total time: 8 hours, 45 minutes; 77 objects; start time 8:45pm 3/23/2012, end time 5:30am 3/24/2012; average pace of 6.8 minutes/object. Hell of an effort, folks, hell of an effort!

Monday, August 22, 2011

Shipwreck

She was a shipwreck. Her sails were tousled and tangled, beraggeled by the incessant wind; her mast contorted and convex, keel jagged and decrepit from bow to stern. The figurehead once pulchritudinous, finely carved, polished and painted, now pockmarked and barnacled, not to mention the coprolite on the poop deck. The flying jib grounded by enervation, her hull grew deteriorated and cleaved, no longer hermetic. Unable to direct her own course, the tiller languished abandoned; the rudder flapped about unhinged and ungoverned. Into the hatch the inebriating sea poured forth; good ole Captain Morgan, the captain of her shipwreck.

Monday, June 13, 2011

The Next Step

"Where do you live?" he asked casually. This guy had bought her a drink and was trying to pick her up. She looked at him curiously, then laughed. It was a lousy pick-up line.
"You wouldn't believe me if I told you."
He was trying very hard to act cool, which showed and made him look very uncool.
"Why wouldn't I believe you?"
"You don't seem to be the imaginative type."
"I have plenty of imagination." That statment alone showed that he didn't. "Oh come on, just tell me where you live. What harm can it do?"
"None to me," she replied," but you might be forever altered."
He considered that a challenge.
"Do you know the building on the corner of 3rd and Main?"
"Which corner?"
"The northwest corner. Red brick, 12 stories, dark stone trim, roccoco style."
"Yes, I think so. Isn't that the Fisher or Mesher or something like that Building?"
"It's the Escher Building."
"I know it," he boasted.
"If you go to the 12th floor, to the stairwell, I live at the next step."
"So you're on the 12th Floor?"
"No, I'm at the next step."
He looked confused. "So, you're on the 13th floor?"
"No," she sighed, "just at the next step."
"I think you're just messing with me. What a waste of a drink." He walked off a bit huffy and indignant.
She shrugged. It wasn't the first time that had happened.
She left the bar and walked home. She got to 3rd and Main and entered the brick, roccoco style building with dark stone trim. She took the elevator to the 12th floor, walked down the hall to the stairway and went through the door to the stiarwell, where she stood at the landing for the 12th floor. To her left was one step and a blank wall. She took the next step....

Monday, May 9, 2011

May

Singing, "I was walking on the moon one day, in the miry miry month of June..."
"May!"
Singing stops. "What?"
"May, not June. It's supposed to rhyme."
"Are you sure?"
"Yes. And it's MERRY not MIRY."
"Hrmph."
Singing resumes. "I was walking on the moon one day, in the Merry, Merry month of May." Merry and May greatly emphasized.
"I was taken by surpirse, by a pair of smokey eyes..."
Loud sigh.
Singing stops. "What now?"
"I'm pretty sure that it's not walking 'on the moon', and not 'smokey' eyes."
"It's my song, I'll sing it how I want."
"But it's wrong."
"How can it be wrong!?! It's my version, there is no right or wrong."
"I'm just sayin'."
"Well don't. I'll sing it my way, you sing it yours!"
"Besides, you can't really walk on the moon, it's more of a bounce, just ask cow."
"Ahh! You are stiffling my creativity!"
"Creativity? Sounds more like absurdity."
"That's it. We're done. All you do is criticize and nitpick. I'm going back to the plate. At least she didn't criticize, even if she always generalized." The spoon stomped off.
When cow returned from her lunar trip, she whet to the table to the place setting and all that was left was the knife.
"What happened?" asked cow.
"Isn't it true that you don't really walk on the moon, you sorta bounce?"
"How would I know, I jump clean over it. So you didn't say what happened."
"Oh, spoon just found my comments too cutting."