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Monday, May 26, 2014

New Xanadu Tour

This video was made outside of commercial grids where regions and grids are networked through hypergridding using open source software mostly running on open SUSE or Ubuntu servers.
These are the latest digital homesteads of Xanadu. 

Hail Arcadian Asylum for most of the regions, and the rest of geeknation for the tools to make it all easy for non-end-users like myself.
Music by Dubtrix Magic who will tell me where he's selling his trax these days.
Muze Ackland Productions finally has it's studio spaces almost ready!

Saturday, May 17, 2014

FUSION of not so Divergent Talents


Wish-List of Major Players in mind...not set in stone.
These are people I've met and or would like to include to see what we come up with.
There's simply too much talent going unloved around this place.

They laid/retired/disabled "Gung Ho" engineers = CAD
They laid off geeknation = Cloud geeks
What do you get when they team up?


Piano teachers with no space in the village.
Greek musicians
Holographic concert for peace virtual world relayed to the moon or mars, whatever's handy
or free floating in space like the Greenie machinima
Comedy Central
And everybody gets a free copy of whatever version fits on a usb thumb drive.
(For example, the nine regions of Xanadu fit on one)

Screw the www
We need our own trunk, pipe,..we'll have what they're having across the pond,
Or send us over there since they work and play so nicely together.

If greed wants to poop where it eats...whatever.

Mesh geeks would do it for free and the characters can be printed in 3D
(I think they should eat)
But before I get evicted from this hell hole,
Can you help me get to the right side of town?
I can't tell you how many spiritual emergencies I've had since this harrassment has been going on,
But there was a dyslexic condition I completely forgot about... 
I've ranted a few times about how linear things jack me up.
I'm ambidextrous.  I used to play piano regularly to compensate for the imbalance of writing with only one hand.
I chose the left hand because everybody else wrote right handed. 
Hey, I blended out..  who are we kidding?

My ears are ringing like mad right now, so I'll not go into why I've been running interference for mini-me since her deadbeat dad took her from me.  I know, I know..  "Oh, boo-boo", said my sister who's a spitting image of Janet in our step cousin's play. I never met Ntozake, but she freed me and I can't seem to get there from here!

I seriously don't need this petty fight right now, but they will start with the eviction process if I don't move out on the 31st.
I was too focused with the only remedy that ever gave me relief...  art therapy.
I've been trying to rebuild a life out of this mess, but one side thinks I don't deserve help because they don't see past a mirror.
The other side wants to throw me the fuck back into a shelter!
I'm BUSY! 
Yeah, I have a high threshold for pain.
No, I am NOT suicidal, and my stress is from being pushed into believing I should WANT to hurt some-damned body.
Do I not have the basic human right NOT to cry like a little bitch with a scraped knee, or don't I?
So, I hear South East is a safe place to be, but ACK!
No, I can't take a break when my daughter is peace-nicking in flesh-trafficking places.
(My hands started shaking....and then I got this message from the 3D browser.  I leave it open like one does an instant messenger.  Thus, I log a lot of hours, while working 30 tabs on the normal web browser. )

"Namaste_/\_ In Buddism region all day we will pray about peace in the world"

and ilaff.

How did they know?

I hear casual conversation in the background...
I don't understand the language.
And oh nice...  it's raining...

going outside to wet my hair!

I wouldn't have learned what I did today without the PTL crash-course of Welcoming me to the Good Ship WTRUKM.
As it happened in AFTA, the advanced avionics part that followed the normal Avionics school,
I rocked out because I couldn't pass the test, not because I didn't know electronics.  They said "Somewhere between your brain and the pencil, the answer leaked out your elbow".  If it weren't for that, I could have taught the class.  My study group was shocked because they'd aced the damned things after I tutored THEM! 
One deals.
or not.
I told them it was mental torture to have "None of the Above" on every freaking problem and it's ridiculous to fault the student for a badly written test full of information meant to be loaded and dumped anyway.  Then scolded them for thinking it was the Kobayashi Maru.  I rocked out with my crow in tact.  A motivational drop meant the loss of a pay-grade attached to the advanced class.  They'd never seen anyone who had actually DONE so much of the homework assigned.
That just pissed me off. 
I started with, "Do you mean to tell me.....",
"Dad" took over, and the rest
... was kind of a blur.
And when I read their faces, I asked,
"Now, would you like to know how I REALLY feel?".
Remove the empty chairs from the room, and I'll tell you ALL about it!"

I'd learned far more than I needed to get a handle on sacred geometry until I could get my hands on some real quantum physics, the way I needed to understand it, verses what was required to make a grade.

Thursday, May 15, 2014

Veronica Estrada on Little Haiti Earthquake Anniversary Mural for Mosaic of Art

When the Earthquake hit, I was working with virtual world geeks to help with recovery.  The following year, my daughter offered her talent to help with a mural in Little Haiti.  We lived in Little Havana when she was in pre-school.

Veronica Estrada on Little Haiti Earthquake Anniversary Mural for Mosaic of Art

Laguna Pai - "Somos Pocos" | Atento (+playlist)

Snagged from my daughter's wall.  I love it!

Sunday, May 4, 2014

Thor's Flight - Stan's Rants

My daughter preferred anime power-girl programs like Sailor Moon.
I figured we'd get around to Marvel comics at some point... or not. As far as I got was a box of random comic books I got about 10 years ago, before I got laid off.  Someday I'll finally get to study the fab artwork. 

Since she was speaking Spanish first, it was a great way to introduce her to Japanese while her brain was still nice and spongy. 
I avoided the old Looney Toons for content because it was written to entertain troops, so she mostly heard the classical music.
Tiny Toons had some fun

She agreed the stuff written for her grandad was kinda lame, but the artwork and music were fab.
;-)  She also preferred Peanuts and she agreed that if that's what they grew up on, we're DOOMED.
And proceeded to leap-frog over my drawing Snoopy at her age, straight to Neo-pet wolves!

By age 8, she was flipping HTML codes, designing Neo-pets pages...and drawing better than I ever had and I was thrilled.
She didn't get around to pimping my My Space page until she was 14 and yeah..  I'm pissed they jacked it up. It's just a bigger mess than it was before!  sigh

 Disney released their old movies on VHS for the first time so yeah, I went nuts and almost named her "Ariel Marie" so she'd have my initials like Mother did.  The new movies were a decent update and we discussed why they were different.
If "Ariel" it didn't translate to a name as masculine as "Charles" in Spanish, her initials still wouldn't matched, so I had a list of alternatives.  The cease-fire of Desert Storm, Pt1, was called while I was having a c-section...and I changed my mind.  The first name that came to mind was "Victoria", but it definitely didn't fit.  I figured this mess wasn't over and would need a lot of empathy, comfort and healing because we'd be back at it, sho 'nuf....  and here we are again, rallying to clean up another mess that never had to be.  I knew the drill...and had questions when Dad came down to great his granddaughter.

"You NSA guys never really retire, do ya?"
And he just laughed...with the standard "Need-to-Know", no answer.  I got out on January 17th when the ground war started and it was only February 27th.  I'd been watching "Uncle" Bob Strickland grill whoever was lying at the mic during the CNN press conferences during Desert Shield and Desert Storm.  By that time, Oprah was my choice if I HAD to watch the news, but she'd moved on to bigger and better things. 

Turning the subtitles on helped boost her reading skills after she burned through "My Baby Can Read" in no time flat.  She really loved learning the variety of cultures that suited her personality, while learning a perspective from kids in other countries.  There's a good reason it's popular.

Yes, pop-culture counts...
...and I approve of this rant....while watching Superman make a mess of a perfectly good iHop in "The Man of Steel"

Back to break/fixing stuff in 3D, 2D and this studio I'm trying to put together.

Friday, May 2, 2014

Abusive Neighbors and why bullies SUCK!

I note I started for someone regarding ... the freaks who should have taken the offer to switch apartments after the waiting list failed. There were no first floor apartments when I moved in, but somebody moved in and apparently it's their first apartment EV-ER.

 Last year this time, I couldn't manage shopping for groceries due to multiple disabilities piling up on themselves over the years of not getting the proper treatment and being denied disability for ages. I still have service connection disabilities they haven't settled. Seems another one is in the wind...because they scheduled the appointment in FARGO after moving here.

After almost a year and a half, I got used to living on the second floor, months of nerve-wracking, daytime construction and working, studying, writing, and low-impact exercising...I'd finally started to recover from the transition here. My goal was to bust ass through the winter flush the bad meds, and by springtime, be out and about and see if I could find a work from home situation, and rebuild a life out of this. I don't like being "disabled" after being "overqualified" by the same "IT Managers", who's asses we saved in tech support. They can debate it until the end of time, no matter how much the truth hurts... STRESS KILLS!

I absolutely hate blogging because I'm a 3D grid-hopper..and separating divergent topics is how we roll in the metaverse. Some of the hunts and hints we have in virtual worlds, cross over in real life. One hint led me to this magnificent horse..while I was researching my great grandfather's legacy of training the lineage of racehorse "Man-o-War". And I'm rather sick of rotating doctors who start out the same way and after explaining things, say..."OMFG, How in the hell do you FUNCTION?", as if I had a choice. As long as my heart insists on beating...

Hey, I'm a troubleshooter and there's no child more motivated than a Pentagon kid from Levittown, A Bowie Bulldog, no less, on a holy mission from GOD.    As is the nature of things bigger than ourselves, one's mileage may certainly vary, but truth is truth, no matter what language and who's boarders or man-made demarcations, get in the way.
I love the truly open-minded types who understand they don't know things, but have the wisdom to consider the infinite "What Ifs" in the grand design". And there is absotively, posolutely, no way to get there in the dark.

I built up enough strength, that I can start organizing the apartment as I need it for the studio I was blogging about all winter. The whole thing was so childish and wrong, I thought it was an April Fool's joke, because I checked with the office when they got weird. I guess the big bad "ex-marine" hero downstairs was told the world was supposed to kiss his ass when he got home. He bragged about how he would watch my back, help me with stuff, shared a smoke when I choked from the gas fumes while sitting in my car, messing with the radio.  The complaint says it was the "manager's car".  As far as I know, I'm not the manager, so the rest of the complaint is FOS as it could possibly be.  People in the neighborhood deal with thin floors as most cities I've lived.  

And now, they claim NONE of those conversations happened. We still have a failure to communicate and the people at dispute resolution are no help at all. So, back to what I was doing before they tried to bully me into paying unhealthy people to clean my apartment. I've bigger fish to fry and my clock ticks faster than most. I did my workouts in line of site with the Embassy Suites building. Back to what I was doing before I was so rudely interrupted. I may lash out irrationally and blow the whole thing.

Trying to put my work into context is frustrating....and trying to explain, exceeds the demarc of one to the other. Had I realized it wasn't an April Fool's gag, or that the office realized someone was calling them and the police while I was trying to exercise to music without disturbing the gung-ho, supposed ex-marine who moved in below. They left out the many conversations I had with him about the weak floors. Then, someone who overheard me talking to someone on Skype called the police when they heard me talking about politics and pop-culture and how it applies to this administration's problems. I'm also interested in writing and producing videos and voice acting. I still have people standing by, interested in the photo-journal I'd been sharing with ideas for using this as a model community. After canvassing the neighborhood and meeting so many happy workers, I was interacting with people who understand the SNAFU.

All of the money is on one side, the skill is on the other and nobody with an active brain-cell would return to the corporate plantation after what we've been through since Y2K *cough* The Boom/Bust cycle is a born loser and it's harder to recover every time they do it. Thus the non-combat PTSD with a side of stuff the military still won't make up for.

I have cases going back to 1988, so yeah.. pain threshold=pretty high, but some people won't quit until they see you grovel and beg. Neil deGrasse Tyson doesn't follow me, but I get mad props from people in the know. That's why I understand you better than most people. This is also why you don't have to go through the pain and stress of explaining yourself. This is not psychic or mystical, it's simple empathy. Add my faith and what I've built on it, it stresses me to see you struggle. As weird as that seems, it's worth it to explain without claiming to know EXACTLY how you feel. This is where stuff breaks down. We know what happens when one presumes. So it irks me when people presume I don't even understand THAT cliche'. ......the rant.

The thing that scares them is that I don't fear being wrong, in the pursuit of educating myself enough to honor my legacy. It's hard work living up to the achievers in my family. Some fear being wrong as much as death itself. I happen to be agnostic and objective with a great survival tactic called compartmentalization.

Our intellects enjoy philosophy and apply it to the state of the world. As we had no time or money to get pedigrees, due to the jacked up situation at hand. The MCSE cert, for instance. I'm supposed to compete with a 19-year-old contractor, off the McDonald's drive through who calls me a sucker for studying so hard and my military service..basically trashing my entire legacy....and turns around demanding I teach him everything I know? Yeah, I'll get right on that...
When "Dew City's gettin' pressed..."

He can get away with it because we were contractors. Let me guess, geeks,  know that rant. Did you know that HP has laid off about 100K employees since Y2K? Did I tell you that Dad sent memos for DECADES before he retired in 1989? It's a very old joke, but he was furious with the arms race....and the jackassery during Watergate and that jackass Ray-gun who waged a more horrendous war on the dreams we worked so hard to prepare for. We didn't do all that work for a job! From DC, we had our sights set on being hard-core tax payers like our folks, but the fear-based economy halted another generation of war/civil rights orphans in our tracks! We weren't equal to families starting out. Huzzah for them, but hello...we had bigger behinds to kick! and the entertainment leads I was working on Twitter are running cold. As I said, I'm just a civil-service Cosby, geeknation recognizes that and have been supportive of my work as an activist for technology, education, the new space race. and yeah, it's connected to my multi-cultural heritage.
 Damned Skippy!
This is a screen test of the way we talked in Levittown....we were always in a rush for something or other, but not much for what we really wanted to do when we grew up.