...a new life, feeling good.
Today I have deleted "write 3 blog posts" from my todo-mindmap. It is a kind of magic. As soon as these words have disappeared from the list of obligations, suddenly my awareness and mindfulness naturally have led me to this website and have made me start to write.
My blog statistics are making me laugh. Haha. Without boosting any posts, some people still click their way here, but numbers have declined drastically.
Now that I have made this room my ultimate headquarters, I am free to blog again.
Lets start with more news.
A friend, a new, important friend, has told me recently that all that he knows about this world is from conversations with the people around him. I think this is excellent. It makes all sorts of communication technology obsolete. How wonderful this world could be is what I thought. It would also make this blog obsolete. Sorry to say that, but it seems to be so anyway.
Nevertheless, this is a new dawn. That is why I will come back and write more, until the end of all blogs and time itself.
See you.
Saturday, 4 November 2017
Saturday, 1 July 2017
Communication Breakdown
My motivation to write blog-posts is at a low.
Who will read them anyway?
In the day-to-day garbage cascade of news and mass media sickness what can be my contribution to a better world.
Maybe to turn off this box of miracles for a while and walk the dog in the late-afternoon sun.
Communication Breakdown.
A Led Zeppelin Song
And freedom.
Who will read them anyway?
In the day-to-day garbage cascade of news and mass media sickness what can be my contribution to a better world.
Maybe to turn off this box of miracles for a while and walk the dog in the late-afternoon sun.
Communication Breakdown.
A Led Zeppelin Song
And freedom.
Thursday, 13 April 2017
Reindeer 2
Relics and debris from the past shall link me to a new future.
What all this has to do with reindeer, I don't know.
What all this has to do with reindeer, I don't know.
Reindeer
I have just helped the reindeer up
It reminds me of something
although it is here to be eaten
It reminds me of something
although it is here to be eaten
Sunday, 9 April 2017
News
After an all time low in my statistics, I have decided to write again. See what happens next?
This March the key assumption was that words are bullshit and produce bullshit.
To avoid this cascade I didn't insert words into the world wide web which is as such a multiplier of bullshit.
This is not derived from Harry G. Frankfurts seminal work "On Bullshit" but more or less taken from the teachings of eminent Zen masters.
Nevertheless, to boost my blog statistics I have to produce words, with more or less meaning, link the post in facebook, twitter and google+ and do this about four time a month.
This saves my statistics from dropping below 10 clicks per month.
As I have to eat in two minutes, the world is saved from even more bad news.
Have a good time...
This March the key assumption was that words are bullshit and produce bullshit.
To avoid this cascade I didn't insert words into the world wide web which is as such a multiplier of bullshit.
This is not derived from Harry G. Frankfurts seminal work "On Bullshit" but more or less taken from the teachings of eminent Zen masters.
Nevertheless, to boost my blog statistics I have to produce words, with more or less meaning, link the post in facebook, twitter and google+ and do this about four time a month.
This saves my statistics from dropping below 10 clicks per month.
As I have to eat in two minutes, the world is saved from even more bad news.
Have a good time...
Friday, 24 February 2017
High Quality Blogging
Between Purple Haze and Fire there is enough time for The Wind Cries Mary.
Between words of wisdom and slogans of despair there is enough space for high quality blogging.
Today I read an article on modern media in a rather intellectual Austrian newspaper. It said that blogs are only some sort of exhibitionist's trashcans.
The author has never read this blog for sure, but was stuck in the jungle of...well I don't know. I have never come across a superficial blog and have only encountered interesting ones.
This might be extreme luck for sure.
On the other hand I am enjoying Jimi Hendrix music right now (Can you see me?) and not commercial everyday chewing gum drums music. Should I?
To be honest, in all my lives between chemistry and Zen, between sociology and communication science, between synthetic biology and Bauernbergpark Men, I have been looking for quality.
That is why I am the author of a high quality blog.
I am not the Jimi Hendrix of blogging, that would be a too blasphemous assumption. But I want to be the background singer in Hey Joe at least.
So all along the watchtower I call out to all you bloggers out there.
Stay the way you are and stay high quality bloggers, too.
Between words of wisdom and slogans of despair there is enough space for high quality blogging.
Today I read an article on modern media in a rather intellectual Austrian newspaper. It said that blogs are only some sort of exhibitionist's trashcans.
The author has never read this blog for sure, but was stuck in the jungle of...well I don't know. I have never come across a superficial blog and have only encountered interesting ones.
This might be extreme luck for sure.
On the other hand I am enjoying Jimi Hendrix music right now (Can you see me?) and not commercial everyday chewing gum drums music. Should I?
To be honest, in all my lives between chemistry and Zen, between sociology and communication science, between synthetic biology and Bauernbergpark Men, I have been looking for quality.
That is why I am the author of a high quality blog.
I am not the Jimi Hendrix of blogging, that would be a too blasphemous assumption. But I want to be the background singer in Hey Joe at least.
So all along the watchtower I call out to all you bloggers out there.
Stay the way you are and stay high quality bloggers, too.
Sunday, 29 January 2017
Repetition
When I share my thoughts in this blog, I suppose, at some point I start to repeat myself.
So if you choose one of the directions of the last post, you can decide which story line to follow.
One: The Bauernbergpark Man Story
Two: Time
Three: Technology
Four: Archy's own believes, drawings and photographs
However,
When I share my thoughts in this blog, I suppose, at some point I start to repeat myself.
When I share my thoughts in this blog, I suppose, at some point I start to repeat myself.
When I share my thoughts in this blog, I suppose, at some point I start to repeat myself.
When I share my thoughts in this blog, I suppose, at some point I start to repeat myself.
When I share my thoughts in this blog, I suppose, at some point I start to repeat myself.
When I share my thoughts in this blog, I suppose, at some point I start to repeat myself.
When I share my thoughts in this blog, I suppose, at some point I start to repeat myself.
When I share my thoughts in this blog, I suppose, at some point I start to repeat myself.
When I share my thoughts in this blog, I suppose, at some point I start to repeat myself.
When I share my thoughts in this blog, I suppose, at some point I start to repeat myself.
Stop
Of course there are some additional topics:
One: Zen
Two: NLP
Three: Silence
Four: Archy's poetry
Anyway,
When I share my thoughts in this blog, I suppose, at some point I start to repeat myself.
When I share my thoughts in this blog, I suppose, at some point I start to repeat myself.
When I share my thoughts in this blog, I suppose, at some point I start to repeat myself.
When I share my thoughts in this blog, I suppose, at some point I start to repeat myself.
When I share my thoughts in this blog, I suppose, at some point I start to repeat myself.
When I share my thoughts in this blog, I suppose, at some point I start to repeat myself.
When I share my thoughts in this blog, I suppose, at some point I start to repeat myself.
When I share my thoughts in this blog, I suppose, at some point I start to repeat myself.
When I share my thoughts in this blog, I suppose, at some point I start to repeat myself.
When I share my thoughts in this blog, I suppose, at some point I start to repeat myself.
And: Try this on facebook ;-)
cu
So if you choose one of the directions of the last post, you can decide which story line to follow.
One: The Bauernbergpark Man Story
Two: Time
Three: Technology
Four: Archy's own believes, drawings and photographs
However,
When I share my thoughts in this blog, I suppose, at some point I start to repeat myself.
When I share my thoughts in this blog, I suppose, at some point I start to repeat myself.
When I share my thoughts in this blog, I suppose, at some point I start to repeat myself.
When I share my thoughts in this blog, I suppose, at some point I start to repeat myself.
When I share my thoughts in this blog, I suppose, at some point I start to repeat myself.
When I share my thoughts in this blog, I suppose, at some point I start to repeat myself.
When I share my thoughts in this blog, I suppose, at some point I start to repeat myself.
When I share my thoughts in this blog, I suppose, at some point I start to repeat myself.
When I share my thoughts in this blog, I suppose, at some point I start to repeat myself.
When I share my thoughts in this blog, I suppose, at some point I start to repeat myself.
Stop
Of course there are some additional topics:
One: Zen
Two: NLP
Three: Silence
Four: Archy's poetry
Anyway,
When I share my thoughts in this blog, I suppose, at some point I start to repeat myself.
When I share my thoughts in this blog, I suppose, at some point I start to repeat myself.
When I share my thoughts in this blog, I suppose, at some point I start to repeat myself.
When I share my thoughts in this blog, I suppose, at some point I start to repeat myself.
When I share my thoughts in this blog, I suppose, at some point I start to repeat myself.
When I share my thoughts in this blog, I suppose, at some point I start to repeat myself.
When I share my thoughts in this blog, I suppose, at some point I start to repeat myself.
When I share my thoughts in this blog, I suppose, at some point I start to repeat myself.
When I share my thoughts in this blog, I suppose, at some point I start to repeat myself.
When I share my thoughts in this blog, I suppose, at some point I start to repeat myself.
And: Try this on facebook ;-)
cu
Thursday, 26 January 2017
Thursday, 15 December 2016
Strange Days
Strange days have found us. The Doors 1967...
Strange days have found us. 2016, December.
The end of history? I can't stop laughing about Fukuyama.
The disease of capitalism has spread all over the world. No one talks about capitalism a lot nowadays. It seems out of fashion to be critical towards it. We keep accelerating and growing until we collapse.
The rich people are trying to defend the fat of the land from the poor, from the immigrants, from whoever is out there to grab it.
We let some places be bombed to ashes, poison other places with pesticides and fertilizers, and fill the rest with concrete. What for? To grow, to accelerate until we collapse.
From consumerism to standardization we dance in the treadmill until we suffocate in our goods and in our desires.
There is no time for democracy anymore, no time for heartbeat.
However, as a privileged member of this society, I can try to break free. I am not much endangered by starvation or war. Who knows what will wait for me around the next corner, but I am free.
I can stop all this lamentation for a while, look into the full moon, walk the dog in a peaceful forest and meditate.
So it is time. Time to reach out and to try to lend others a hand. It's time to help some other people to leave the shadows behind. It is time to meditate and then maybe to communicate.
In the rat-race that we call career, there doesn't seem to be much time for that. So let the strange days find us. Forget the fear or face the fear. After the collapse we will walk again, but this time slowly, build our houses brick-by-brick and then lie down in the sunlight on a Sunday afternoon.
Strange days have found us. 2016, December.
The end of history? I can't stop laughing about Fukuyama.
The disease of capitalism has spread all over the world. No one talks about capitalism a lot nowadays. It seems out of fashion to be critical towards it. We keep accelerating and growing until we collapse.
The rich people are trying to defend the fat of the land from the poor, from the immigrants, from whoever is out there to grab it.
We let some places be bombed to ashes, poison other places with pesticides and fertilizers, and fill the rest with concrete. What for? To grow, to accelerate until we collapse.
From consumerism to standardization we dance in the treadmill until we suffocate in our goods and in our desires.
There is no time for democracy anymore, no time for heartbeat.
However, as a privileged member of this society, I can try to break free. I am not much endangered by starvation or war. Who knows what will wait for me around the next corner, but I am free.
I can stop all this lamentation for a while, look into the full moon, walk the dog in a peaceful forest and meditate.
So it is time. Time to reach out and to try to lend others a hand. It's time to help some other people to leave the shadows behind. It is time to meditate and then maybe to communicate.
In the rat-race that we call career, there doesn't seem to be much time for that. So let the strange days find us. Forget the fear or face the fear. After the collapse we will walk again, but this time slowly, build our houses brick-by-brick and then lie down in the sunlight on a Sunday afternoon.
Tuesday, 22 November 2016
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