4.1. Heart Burn is inaccurately named. It should be called Stomach Volcano From Hell.4.2. The site where my wisdom tooth was removed in April decided it wasn't done torturing me yet. Not only did I lose, according to the surgeon who performed the extraction, half of my lower mandibular in the area where my wisdom tooth used to be, I was also lucky enough to develop dry socket a couple of weeks later, which subsequently cleared up, only to flare up again a few days ago (on the day of the full moon, yet another clear correlation between lunar gravity and systemic inflammation, but I digress), leaving me with a cheek swollen out to HERE <------------->, forcing me to drag my sorry ass to the emergency room where I was seen by a seemingly competent doctor of the teefs, who prescribed a 7-day run of clindamycin, under mild duress.
4.4. I'm exhausted. I need to take a dose of Clindamysic every 6 hours. And I need to stay in an upright position for about an hour after taking it or I get gastric reflux. Which means I have to get up half way through the night, pop a pill, and then keep myself awake long enough for the reflux to chill the fuck out, which usually involves making and eating a midnight snack and sitting on my bed meditating for half an hour and reading a lil bit too. Sooo tired. But at least I'm getting some good meditatin' time in there, there.
4.6. Sucking motions indeed.
4.7. So I'm sitting in the ER waiting for a doctor to take a look at my jaw and give me a prescription for antibiotics and without thinking much about it I grab a seat next to a pudgy post-menopausal Haitian lady with milky eyes and a son/grandson/nephew/young Haitian man who proceeded to spend a good half an hour gesticulating angrily, pointing finger at his imagined nemesis and all, jabbing at the air and gabbing at the mouth in Creole about the gods-only-know-what. Not a bad vibe so much as an angry one, and he may well of been justified. So I try my best to block his venting out of my mind and start some deep breathing meditational type stuff, and he's looking at my tits every once in awhile as I take deep breaths in and I'm, like, dude, they're just tits, get over it, I'm trying to breathe. I don't say it of course, that would be rude. I just hunch my shoulders a bit and keep my eyes to the wall in front of me and ignore it.
After awhile the doctor calls the son/nephew/young Haitian man away for his check up and pudgy post-menopausal lady turns her head slightly, seeing me deep breathing while reading a book, and she appears to be somewhat disturbed. So she pulls a well-loved Bible from her purse, opens it up, and starts to mutter religious dogma under her breath, like she's tryin' to exercise spirits or some shit, and that's it, I've had enough, I'm officially creeped out. She seems harmless enough but.. I can't do Biblical under-the-breath mutterings from a milky eyed ol' lady sitting no more than a foot and a half from me. I get up to switch chairs, go to the receptionist under the pretense of asking how much longer the wait will be, though I don't much care, and they tell me any time between now and 4:30pm, and I say thank you and walk back down the hall and when I get back to the waiting area voodoo lady and her Bible are gone and I tell you, I breathed one hell of a sigh of relief.
Pardon the pun.They're usually not deliberate.
But that one was.
4.8. People really don't like using those automatic hot-air hand-dryers public washrooms sometimes have. I wonder if the waste of energy is really that much better than the waste of brown paper towels. I've noticed that in the absence of paper towels many people either dry their hands on the seat of their pants, or don't bother drying them at all.
That said, when you're on a Greyhound bus for 4 days straight, crossing the country without stopping in hostels or motels for a night, there is nothing like washing your hair in the sink and luxuriously drying it under one of them fancy hot air hand dryers.
4.9. According to an article in Wired Magazine, and Washington University's microbiologist Jeffrey Gordon, internal bacteria and viruses outnumber each human body's cells by a factor of 10, many of which are friendly bacteria/viruses. Systemic bacteria and viruses, and other microorganisms co-habiting the human body, together are called the microbiome.4.10. Personal theory: cellular regeneration can be aided by introducing symbiotic microorganisms (ie. bacteria and viruses) to the human body. They are also inheritable as they can be passed on to infants in utero or during birth process.
4.11. In Euclidean space (or geometry), pi, which is expressed in mathematics as 3.141593, is the ratio of any circle's circumference to its diametre. It is the same value of a circle's area to the square of its radius. A circles area is calculated using the following formula: A=πr2 or Area = circumference ÷ diametre x radius squared.
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| Tiny entanglements |
4.17. Quantum entanglement: particles may be interconnected over great distances.
4.18. Bose-Einstein Condensate (BEC): particles may be unified into one state of wave function.
4.19. Wave/particle duality: particles may behave as waves spacially and temporally.
4.20. Mount Royal is an inactive volcano: if you climb to the top of Mount Royal taking the stairs at the lookout point on Camillien Houde, and then take the trail to your left once you reach the top of the stairs, after a 5 minute walk or so from the stairs you'll come to a small footbridge. Once you cross the footbridge you'll come to a few outcroppings of seemingly normal rock. This rock is actually cooled and solidified magma and if you look closely enough you'll see the curvy, fluid way it was formed from lava that was once so hot it would burn trees and living beasts and human beings alive if they were so unlucky as to be caught in its flow.
4.22. What is the possibility of prolonging life by prolonging fertility?
4.23. Emancipate yourself from mental slavery.
4.24. 1 acre = 43,560 square feet = 4,046.85642 square metres
4.25. Every essential invention (ie. basic electricity, water filtration, basic home appliances) needs a step-by-step guide detailing precisely - and as simply as possible, in layman's terms - how to build each invention from harvesting raw materials right up to the final product, in case of worldwide disaster, loss of technology, or for homesteading, especially when we start to colonize other planets or space stations.
4.26. How long would it take one person to build an automobile with a combustible diesel engine from scratch, and by hand, including the creation of the tools necessary to build said automobile?
4.27. Human beings help to enable a horse's inherent desire and ability to dance to rhythm/music, as well as creative desires and abilities of other animals (and microorganisms, no doubt). The opposite is obviously true as well (ie. music made from whale songs, bird song, and other sounds from nature).
4.28. Jeanne-Mance park should have - or at least Beaver Lake should be turned into - a natural wading lake/pond like Trout Lake in Vancouver.
4.29. The body as sentient organism separate from the mind...?
4.30. Baby envy > penis envy
(I would estimate that more men have baby envy than women have penis envy)
4.31. "Nature is a dictatorship".. not sure that I would agree.
What is nature anyway?
4.32. Resource-based economy vs. Capitalist economy: how to move swiftly from a money-based economy to a resource-based economy without causing war or panic?
4.33. Concept: mandelbrot city design..... mandelbrot eco-village design
4.34. Psychic driving: "driving" someone else's body, like driving a car.
4.35. 64 codes within DNA but only 20 are supposedly active
4.36. Vladimir Poponin's "Phantom DNA Effect"
4.37. Wave of fear: long, slow wave that touches on only a few DNA sites = less "antennas"
4.38. Wave of love: short, fast wave that touches on a larger number of DNA sites = more "antennas"
4.39. There is a link between emotions and DNA. Obviously. There is a link between anything and everything.
4.40. Fibinacci theory: mathematical sequences (number sequences) appear in nature. For example, sea shells, pine cones, cacti, and sunflowers.
Per Wikipedia:
Fibonacci is best known to the modern world for [3] the spreading of the Hindu-Arabic numeral system in Europe, primarily through the publication in the early 13th century of his Book of Calculation, the Liber Abaci; and for a number sequence named after him known as the Fibonacci numbers, which he did not discover but used as an example in the Liber Abaci.[4]
4.41. Collective consciousness
4.42. Civil vs. Maritime law
4.43. Natural person vs. Artificial person
4.44. John Doe: only the first lettres of the name are capitalized = Capittus Diminutio Minima: occurs when a human's family relations alone are changed, with a minimal loss of rights.
4.45. john DOE: only the last name is capitalized = Capitus Diminutio Media: occurs when a human loses their rights of citizenship but not their rights of liberty. You can be fined but not enslaved or imprisoned.
4.46. JOHN DOE: entire name is capitalized = Capitus Diminutio Maxima: occurs when a human's condition changes from freedom to bondage. All rights of citizenship and family rights are surrendered or revoked without consent.
4.47. 100th monkey effect
4.48. Paradox: a statement that contradicts itself, or a situation that defies intuition.
4.49. Indirect economic terrorism: profiteers who force employees to knowingly or unknowingly implicate themselves in economic moral offences.
4.50. Trufficulture: the cultivation of truffles
4.52. A dream: a deadly virus wipes out almost all mammals and birds on earth, including humans. Only a few dozen humans survive on the North American west coast. There are rocky mountains in the distance but the city is old, reminds me of Brooklyn or Montreal, old red brick buildings. I am a survivor and I reach out to pet a duck, and it immediately contracts the virus and dies on the spot, and more ducks follow but I leave them alone, they've survived this far, I don't want to kill them too. (in real life, I came across a deceased baby duckling the day before the dream on the shore of the St-Lawrence, to give some context, and also woke up the next day with an infected jaw... the subconscious at work...). In the dream there are sentient cyborgs we are constantly avoiding capture from, who want to trap us and use us as test subjects, as breeders for a new race of human beings. The cyborgs were programmed before the virus broke out, to capture human test subjects, but one cyborg somehow reprograms herself, she looks like Susan Sarandon, beautiful eyes and curly hair, wise and kind, and she becomes a lifelong friend of the survivors. She helps us evade capture from the other cyborgs. We have to swim underwater via secret underwater entrances to our hideouts in the abandoned Brooklyn/Montreal west coast city. The water is filled with corpses but we're used to swimming amongst the dead..
The human survivors are somehow genetically enhanced by the virus instead of killed by it, and are capable of living thousands of years. By the time we are several thousand years old we are capable of flying using thought alone, but our cyborg friend must use a sort of jet-chariot she stands on to fly while the rest of us fly using the power of thought and we all fly off a cliff together, between mountain valleys. The cyborgs gradually die off, become defunct, and by the time the human survivors are 10,000 years old our cyborg friend is having difficulty surviving with full functionality too. She looks 60-70 years old at this point. She decides to disable herself and put herself in storage, and we are all very sad.
Don't remember much else.
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| Granary in the Vieux Port of Montréal |
4.53. Wednesday June 15th 2011 8:00pm. I am on the edge of the river, sitting with my feet hanging over the edge of the pier next to the old granary in the Vieux Port. Sunset reflects off Habitat, lights up windows vibrant peach-pink. Two large white snow geese with black tipped wings swim past. one isn't paddling his feet and I'm perplexed, how is he gliding through the water like that? he has one wing extended over his back, using it like a sail, catching the wind so he doesn't have to paddle his feet that float lazily behind him, i can see his tangerine-orange toes. It's ingenious and I'm charmed, and I watch the snow geese until they round the pier and I can't see them anymore.
The sun is setting over the rooftops of buildings along rue de la Commune, to my left, a faraway airplane is moving across a rosy pink and blue sky, above the sunset, leaving a trail of hydrogen exhaust over the Palais de Justice, it is sharp and clean and whiter than the clouds that hang dark blue and grey and fire-peach along the horizon.
It is a beautiful, warm and calm evening. A trio of friends are a few feet away enjoying the evening too, a beer and a smoke and the view. I see Terre d'Homme, the roller coaster of LaRonde, and Habitat to my right, across the St-Lawrence. i breathe in. scent of fresh cut grass and musky spice, earthy nutmeg, spicy leaves fermenting in the heat of the woods surrounding the north side of the granary. a tiny beetle, smaller than an ant crawls along my left knee as I'm snacking on chick pea and bean salad, crunching diced onions and celery mixed between, then chocolate coconut macaroons homemade a couple of nights before, with a canteen of cool rooibos tea. the call of sandpipers erupts behind me and i look back to see two fly up from the grass into the air and away to the west. there are robins and starlings and seagulls and crows, and a single blue heron with long drooping legs flies north over the granary as i get up to leave. will return tomorrow to take photos since i forgot my camera. the sun is gone now. i'm getting cold. it's time to pack up and head home.4.54. Checked my blood pressure at the clinic when I went to drop off some forms.
Systolic: 90
Diastolic: 63
Pulse: 72
4.55. It's saturday night, tonight in fact, just a few hours ago, and I'm hanging out at Jeanne-Mance park, and some relatively handsome dude yells out to me from 100ft away as I'm sitting on the grass watching the soccer game and reading a book at the same time (Carl Sagan "Cosmos"), eating a quick dinner, more chick pea and bean salad, and the guy yells out to me again, and with my mouth half full of beans I point to myself and yell back, "who, me?!" and he yells, "yeah! you!" and I'm mildly confused until he yells out again, still 100ft away, to come over and have a beer and a smoke and i can't very well explain, from 100ft away, that i'm in the middle of eating, and i've had a couple of shitty days, and i can't handle talking to a group of strangers right at that moment, no matter how inviting the idea of sitting around with nice folks and having a beer sounds, because it was really nice of him to ask, so instead i yell back, "no thank you!" and he yells a semi-sarcastic "ooookay!" and i feel like shit for half an hour afterwards and it makes me want to cry, tears well up and i blink them back cuz it's so silly crying over something like that. i wanted to get up and apologize to him for being so uptight. but i just didn't have it in me. so i went back to reading and watching the game. and now here i am, typing this shit out.
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