An Arborescent Calculus

Someone left this in my ask box, in response to one of my recent posts:

Would you say you’re addicted to Tumblr, like in a negative way? I’m aware of the rat-pushing-a-food-peddle aspects… but I keep re-deciding it’s worth it in my life.

I’m not sure sometimes if people mind or want me to respond publicly. So, that’s why I’m just quoting it. Anyway, read more to read more.

 *1-2 mile-wide tornado utterly destroys everything in its path for miles, killing dozens and leveling entire communities in a matter of minutes*
Reporter: How did you make it through this devastating storm?
Survivor: By the grace of God.

Like clockwork. When tornado season arrives, so too does heat AND humidity. Just got through running not too long ago, and it was hot. But I didn’t really sweat all that much until I FINISHED the run. My body has to reprogram itself to account for the moist trickery of humidity every year it seems.

Also, I have to say I just feel awful for the people in Oklahoma and the Midwest US. I don’t live there, but they get the worst of the tornado stuff when it happens every year, and today seems particularly brutal.

The heart doesn’t lie.

drownmeoutatsea:

beeishappy:

Stephen Colbert salutes UVA’s Class of 2013 Followed by this.

oh my gosh watch this speech to the end it is perfect

Immature people falling in love destroy each other’s freedom, create a bondage, make a prison. Mature persons in love help each other to be free; they help each other to destroy all sorts of bondages. And when love flows with freedom there is beauty. When love flows with dependence there is ugliness.

A mature person does not fall in love, he or she rises in love. Only immature people fall; they stumble and fall down in love. Somehow they were managing and standing. Now they cannot manage and they cannot stand. They were always ready to fall on the ground and to creep. They don’t have the backbone, the spine; they don’t have the integrity to stand alone.

A mature person has the integrity to stand alone. And when a mature person gives love, he or she gives without any strings attached to it. When two mature persons are in love, one of the great paradoxes of life happens, one of the most beautiful phenomena: they are together and yet tremendously alone. They are together so much that they are almost one. Two mature persons in love help each other to become more free. There is no politics involved, no diplomacy, no effort to dominate. Only freedom and love.

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—	Osho (via electrichoney)

Browsing the Yahoo tag on Tumblr right now is pretty entertaining, haha.

EDIT: I guess I should give some context to this, since that link’s content will eventually lose the context I’m referring to.

I dunno. I’m ambivalent about the whole Yahoo potentially buying Tumblr thing. I’ve never been involved with anything Yahoo ever; I kinda thought they faded into obscurity already. But maybe if they did buy Tumblr and screwed it up, it would do me and a lot of other people a huge favor. I hate to frame it like that, but I also hate to love Tumblr, too. In a perfect world, I wouldn’t feel that way, but it is what it is.

Hmm, tornado spotted 11 miles north of me, moving south. There’s those things. I was wondering when they’d make an appearance this year.

UPDATE: live-blogging from inside the tornado. It would be a nice view from way up here if I weren’t spinning around so fast and if there wasn’t a cloud of debris obscuring things… =P Nah, nothing crazy happenin’ (right now). Just severe thunderstorming.

Mankind conspires to ignore the fact that death is also the youth of things. Blindfolded, we refuse to see that only death guarantees the fresh upsurging without which life would be blind. We refuse to see that life is the trap set for the balanced order, that life is nothing but instability and disequilibrium. Life is a swelling tumult continuously on the verge of explosion. But since the incessant explosion constantly exhausts its resources, it can only proceed under one condition: that beings given life whose explosive force is exhausted shall make room for fresh beings coming into the cycle with renewed vigour.

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—	Georges Bataille (via zeitvox) Somewhere along the way, humankind has made the privileged determination that it is the end game of biological life, the thing the Universe has been pointing toward all along, and the thing that will repeat this cycle in universes of its own creation.

Dream Theater - “In the Name of God”

Hundreds of believers
Lured into a doomsday cult
All would perish
In the name of God

Self-proclaimed messiah
Led his servants to their death
Eighty murdered
In the name of God

Forty sons and daughters
Unconsenting plural wives
Perversions
In the name of God

Underground religion
Turning toward the mainstream light
Blind devotion
In the name of God

Justifying violence
Citing from the Holy Book
Teaching hatred
In the name of God!

I wonder if something like Match.com or eHarmony factor in your demons as part of the chemistry equation. :P

rainbowsaremyths:

ceedling:

blonde-tanned-beachy:

deaf woman hearing for the first time.

This is too perfect not to reblog.

this always makes me cry

This is touching it makes me think about how grateful should be for hearing

proj-timeline:

Adding features to, refactoring, and debugging Polycode. It’s looking sharp.

This is the open source software I’ve been helping out on (reblogged from my developer tumblr).

Also… this is post #3000. My average posts-per day since the beginning of this thing in Nov. 2010 is around 3.33, if my rough calculations are close. Most posts in a month was last September (142). Least was Feb. 2011 at 61. Yay pointless statistics.

When I saw post 3000 approaching on my dashboard, can’t say that I didn’t harbor thoughts that 3000 is enough and a good number to quit on. Well….. not quite yet. I had an epiphany yesterday related to something else I’m working on, and I realized that, in a way, Tumblr has become in part a source/tool for some of my creative insights. I think I should ride this weird and rewarding wave a bit longer, even if I wipe out from time to time.

Perfect.