NEW YARN'S SOLUTION

Hey it was the Chinese Lunar New Year yesterday and I suppose I must say something about how the Chinese influenced our culture right here. Architecturally and most importantly economically.  Well, I saw a lot of buildings and blah blah blah. Ram Goat whatever, I got bored thinking about their insistence to classify the years we were born to be  or in synced with these notions.  But I need coffee. 

WHAT IS UP WITH CHARLES?

I got nothing really to talk about.  It is just that at the moment I am a bit debased.  Or really am wholly debased.  It comes with the season perhaps.  Or my head.  Having this migraine, just for today since I am starting to write this at an internet cafe.  It means that I am time constrained.  Maybe thirty minute or so. 

Oh, how I dreamt.  How I fought for it. 

There's always new architecture going on around and elsewhere.  And it might seem like today that I won't have to talk too much about it.  Because I am up to something and somehow  I just cannot seem to get the right kick unlike before. 

Nevertheless I leave with Bukowski's poem.  Just thought of sharing.

The Genius Of The Crowd

there is enough treachery, hatred violence absurdity in the average

human being to supply any given army on any given day

and the best at murder are those who preach against it

and the best at hate are those who preach love

and the best at war finally are those who preach peace

those who preach god, need god

those who preach peace do not have peace

those who preach peace do not have love

beware the preachers

beware the knowers

beware those who are always reading books

beware those who either detest poverty

or are proud of it

beware those quick to praise

for they need praise in return

beware those who are quick to censor

they are afraid of what they do not know

beware those who seek constant crowds for

they are nothing alone

beware the average man the average woman

beware their love, their love is average

seeks average

but there is genius in their hatred

there is enough genius in their hatred to kill you

to kill anybody

not wanting solitude

not understanding solitude

they will attempt to destroy anything

that differs from their own

not being able to create art

they will not understand art

they will consider their failure as creators

only as a failure of the world

not being able to love fully

they will believe your love incomplete

and then they will hate you

and their hatred will be perfect

like a shining diamond

like a knife

like a mountain

like a tiger

like hemlock

their finest art

I AM A SCIENTIST, BOW!

Please remind me to go back in here and write.  It'll keep me busy and steady.  It'll keep my mind at ease.  And it'll stop the jumping and busy people in my head to chill.  Somehow, or I just might either look for another way to loosen up, fix something, clean something, and destroy or break something anew.  Just like in everyday when one gets to find the right routine, and the acceptable which is the everyday life.  And the days and the days that would follow.  

I have to review the things that's happening right now.  Television and this invention, contraption.  This privilege and honor to just write. As what Steve Bachman always reminds writers that the the secret to writing is "Just Write".  Perhaps everything would follow.

Last night it was reported that there was a total lunar eclipse.  Not that I care so much for it, the reason is, when the local radio station reported it on TV.  I just saw the sky. Just from the windows I suppose. And there was nothing there.  Oh dear, I tried looking out to peek but saw nothing again.  It's just the streetlight. I didn't see it. 

Total Lunar Eclipse: a phenomenon that does not come everyday as they claim.  They also reported that the eclipse would happen in series giving exact dates, predicting its appearance.  Have you heard about the Holographic Moon?  Oh dear, perhaps right now is the fad is uninteresting to me.  Am I more preoccupied with something else What's going on?

Television and this invention, contraption.  This privilege and honor to just write. As what Steve Bachman always reminds writers that the the secret to writing is "Just Write".  Perhaps everything would follow.

Let me go back to whatever that is bugging me or just what is happening in my mind today.  Have you read about the story of King "Word Processor of the Gods"? Or better yet that story where a writer discovered that there were mystic beings living under his typewriter.  I'm not sure anymore if that is the right title.  But that story is about some dude who learned that there are living beings under his typewriter, he decides to feed them with bread crumbs?  I am not sure anymore if what he fed them beings like dwarfs or I don't really know.  And I can still remember that phrase "FORNIT SOME FORNUS".  Or dare I must say somehow is still stored in to my memory bank (brain).  

And Science... the big word that is SCIENCE.  Yes, we all studied science.  s.. sigh.  .. Ahchooo!  We are all scientists one way or another.  At least I can say so myself.  Look, how and how we're doing right now.  A lot of us now have handheld cameras and cellphones.  I may not know how it is made or came to be made or come into existence.  But what the heck, it is on my hand.  And not that I am being such an asshole about it, but it's just that it happened so fast.  How was that possible anyway? 

And we're getting old now.  I am a grown-up but it does not feel like I am.  What about you?  How do you feel about that? And mmmm.  Well , let me go back again to the word that is SCIENCE.  But it would be boring.  Chemistry, Mathematics, Astronomy, Biology, Entomology, Engineering, Architecture, and blah blah...The study and the study of this and that. 

Again, my coffee lost its kick.  I might need another cup.  And it really is boring,  Is it?

THE SHIFTS AND ESCAPE ARTISTS

Confusion is inept.  And certainty is divine. Secession, recession, and rebounds.  Economic ups and downs.  Downturns and nostalgic sentimental values.  Which to retain and which to maintain and which to give up alter, renovate or resurrect.  New and renew anew.  Work it out.And remember ABC. Always Be Careful.

FRONT, FRANK, HONEST AND BETWEEN THE LINES . . .

Who planned our city? Who planned yours? World Health Organization? The Who? God. Misspelling? Respelling? Do not shut me out.

CONCEPT GENERATION

I know I have attended a Concept Generation Seminar way back before I dropped out my thesis. This time I had to just be at the helm of just having to think about the last thing or the last quote said by the speaker. "JUST DO IT" Yes, that as like a sort of how you have to encounter such task as what thesis writers have to do when they start to get blocked by a certain amount of jealous friends and or envious people who just can't help themselves to see a person having the time of his life trying to change his or her destiny. Like "hey, what the heck, you can't do that!" Just because they can't be where you are, doesn't mean they're out to get you anyway.  The nerve.

RAIN, WATER, POWER AND THE SUN

Weather and seasons, names and alterations, written works, poems, verbs and sentences.  People and identities.  Technology, business, and the art.  Design, and incomprehensible coherent voices, and music.  Pop art, movies, mathematics, engineering and science.  Unwritten and unpublished ideas.  Hidden written works and the garbage.  Scalawags, resistance and reinvention.  Maintenance, and defense mechanisms.  Sex and the it.  Nature and the machine and the god of the machine.  Rands, Glimps, Kants, Freudian and the theory of every character.  The sequence of events.  Death and taxes.  Law and space and religion and health. 

Martial arts, poetry, ultra-pioneers and the godhead.  Professions and the calling.  Print media, audio and the visuals.  Love and hate, and war and peace, and books and books on the screens and the monitors.  Ease up, chill out, relax.  Food, Shelter, Clothing and the What?  What do you need? 

But there's envy, pride, and jealousy.  The hunger for happiness, wealth, and power.  The means and ways we have to reach and resolve.  By hook or by crook.  The past and the future tense.  Do you believe?   Truth has set itself free and the liars just cannot handle it.  Nerves and the flow.  The generation gaps and the degenerates.  Some were stuck to their brotherhood, sisterhood, beliefs notions, theories and families.  Family, the most basic. Nuclear family.  Aren't we strong enough?  For God, Country and Family and Self.

MOUNT RUSHMOST

It is now hard to comprehend the professional system and the regulations that seem to persist as to how and why Architecture is what it is. Say one Architect graduated, got his degree, passed the bar, took an oath, and practiced. And as he continues to do so and decides to pursue his or her career or path to be what he or she longed to be, reality sets in. Suddenly the noise became louder, the news became stranger, the preachers look devilish, the leaders look stupid, the kids looked undesirable, stares and streets and properties and food and garbage and weather. Now, of all the skills one has acquired after, be it on any other profession, one should decide from several options presented which path to focus on. The word that comes to mind is 'Specialization'. Are you good at this and that or everything other than that. Like climbing up the stairs to Mount Rushmost, you should just proceed.

SWEETPICK TO SPACESHIP AND BEYOND

A lot has just happened and continues to be so. Think about how many confusing websites one should grasp into forthwith. Blogs, posts and all written, published, and unpublished wide technical subjects. From "Sweetpick to Spacehip". There is no stopping until the heart is pomping. Right?

TRILLION PESO MAN

The idea that something  eventually happens that could change how things are put into motion, is one reason to be optimistic.  You'll never know.  The belief that someday the scenery would change and would bring forth the enlightening of everybody's minds. 

It'll start with the resource.  A surplus of resources, could take a form of a funding, reservation, manpower and management.  An abundance of something that has to be set free.  Like a spare change from everyone's pockets.  That could reach a very large amount.  An amount that could create a new town, city.  Say a Trillion pesos. A Trillion Peso resource that does not involve a bank.  Say a Trillion worth of goods and services.

Strange.  And the government intervenes...