It's still pleasantly warm ( 32 C ), and I'm still doing computerstuff for the fifth hour. Preparing for publishing some Web stuff. Now that I have a bit of time, and I'm organized thanks to a new software in my mind, I might just do some things I should have done a few months ago. The archives look great, many things aren't missing from there. The projects haven't been copied by other people yet since I've kept my mouth shut about them. The partners still seem interested - let's see if they still are after reading my blog or if I'll have to find even more fringe people to act with. Well... it's great to be in control of one's own mind. It takes a lot of hard work. A lot. More than the morning meditation on the yoga mat, which in my case is just the floor. I don't need to be comfortable, in fact it's better I feel some solid stone below my lazy joints.
If you're not a Bushie, you're a Taliban. Hegelian dialectic. Kenyan government is corrupt but Raila Odinga is genuine, or politician X for that matter. Doublespeak. Catholic church is disclosing pedo priests but still bribes the authorities. Hypocrisy. Iran is sanctioned for it's peaceful nuclear program by nations which possess and have used nuclear weapons against civilians. Deceit. Obfuscation. Manipulation. Business of grief. Pillaging of the most private human emotions for political purpose. Maybe there's something wrong with the general perception of things?
The relentless, absolute, endless, habitual unfairness of the world. What does loss mean to individuals, people, to whole cultures who have lived with it existentially as a constant companion? Do dreams die? Do they simply go to sleep to wait for a spark? Do dreams numb and slowly disappear never to be dreamt again? Do they? Do dreams endure hardship? What would a person in Kibera think? I know what a person in Kibera would think. Dreams never die. Dreams go to sleep and wake up when the time comes. When brother doesn't covet something from his brother. When people have vision. When they lead the way. What chances does a little girl out of the slum have in our world but the infinite strength, resilience and radiance of her spirit?
There's an island of plastic bigger than Texas floating in the Pacific. Bigger than France and Germany together. Bigger than Kenya and Tanzania together. All of it plastic from packages of consumer goods and food from the USA and East Asia. This raft of rubbish has rarely been photographed. It's huge. A testament to our modern culture. It's unthinkable collecting all these bottles and using the material to make other bottles right? It's completely out of boundaries to even think of washing and refilling packages by oneself. Right?
Memories fill my head, along with threads of logos. I'd better buy a rose. I'll try to find a jar rose. I'll plant it somewhere on my table, and try to take good care of it. There's someone in this world of ours who thinks I'm not a very professional gardener. But gardening is learning, and I already have a cactus. I can take care of the cactus...
Now, it's my turn to ask a question: Who is Google's biggest customer? The biggest customer of a company makes the decisions for it, along with the biggest shareholder and board interests. On whose terms does Google operate? What would the Internet look like if there were no multinational corporations providing for it's most popular services such as free email, this blog server, Facebook, Myspace, Friendster, Livejournal, Orkut, Badoo, Classmates, Cyworld, Flickr, Flixster, Youtube etc. What would we use the Internet for if multinational corporations didn't set the paradigm?
What did 120 most powerful people from the Western World do in Sitges, Spain over a weekend behind closed doors in an annual event called the Bilderberg meeting?
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