Welcome to today! All day. All right. Its the age of extremely exciting dynamic dancing the universe into being, where ideas, creative empowerment and tools are accessible to anybody or mind at a click where the meaning of split second becomes ridiculously relevant when we contemplate the concept of one second being wildly full of billions of nanoseconds. Radical. Random. Entanglement. No time to waste. Better decide whether its the weather to save storage either documenting or delete forever before you upcycle recycle bicycle. Bike. Trike. Quad. 234. Clouds and rain rush around mountains making storms now and rain topsoil through rivers into dirty ocean satellite pictures documenting disaster. New Zealand is the only country probably in the world to have two meteorolgical government services with different weather reports. Weather report competitions. Storm warnings. Emergency evacuations. Floods in houses. Baches. Slash is the new river run. Forest garbage running riots down rivers. Nevermind the European plains. Down the Hauraki Plains is where the bird flies south to and forever returns across the whole Pacific ocean 8000km up to the arctic and down again following the sun the moon and wind currents. Maybe a solar flare and meteor dropping out the clear night sky on the way where it can’t fall through the roof in Ellerslie and bounce off the sofa in the early hours of the morning. Detection of billion years on the sofa. Trackers tracking data. Birds with numbers. Migrating forever. Forever is immeasurable and extremely convenient until that chain gets broken or relinked to revision. Or scientific data numbers and algorithms for humanity. Who cares?
The tree of life, book of life are significant records that relate thus far to human language and communication. We are only just waking up to wipeout, where some are courageous to face the demons devils dicks and tricks of resistance, procrastination detours on the path…don’t need anything else on that road, except to realise the impact of intelligence when used for wising up our existence in space and time of the now. Maybe wishing wells will be back in soon to replace our nice and nasty old school attachments, preventing us from making the great quantum leap into consciousness of the new paradigm. Deal it deal with it, 66 clickety click and bingo – get the full house.
The samadhi masters make sense of both mind fullness and mind emptiness and cruise smoothly between the two to be in a state. Constant contentment joyride in the game of life. Deal me a good stack and I’ll be kind belongs to the old school, where compassion the feminine and kindness is a sign of weakness.
Darwin was a man. He conned everyone in his real bloke style. Fooled the English speakers into believing his scientific views were self created, when actually he learnt to build his box of tricks labelled scientific discovery using Alex von H’s manual of the cosmos, conveniently written at the right time for a young amateur explorer faking it till he made it, while writing notes when he was homesick. Yes, historical British famous men wearing inappropriate for the weather outfits designed to delberate pompous superiority, did suffer from homesickness, being ruled by their hating tantrums and feuds in festering jungles full of mosquitos and prickly plants. Not yet in the comfort zones of nice plush garden paths and on the sofa in the parlour upper class lords and ladies fountains of knowledge discussing global discoveries for Darwinian dicks. Homesick and hated it. That was what science he was documenting when he stopped in Kororareka, the cesspit of the South Pacific. Full of stinking whalers and lawless white men, foolish phony French wannabe rulers burying messages in bottles declaring fake ownership claims and proclamations in the sands at remote beautiful wild beaches in the far north while they kidnapped and killed locals in the name of the father son and ghosts full of harpoon holes faraway from holy. East coast escaped Australian convicts with foul mouths and disgustingly dirty knickers chasing bits of sex drugs and rock n roll 1800s style. Just add crime as the cream. Trudging through the bush and hating it. On the way home. Two point five years discovering despicable cultures and charting the path for colonisation of primitive places. Job description back then in those days would have been ludicrous. Do not be fooled by historical data: no mention of professional positions because they did not exist. Never used words like ridiculous. Obsurd. Insane relating to relative self reflection of existence on that day. Most people could not read and did not need to. No need for concepts of interconnectedness. Treaties is another diddly colonial practice. Finger pointing does not fit to treating. By the time the British Pākeha arrived in 1830s treating based on respect was a default mode of intertribal trade and exchange business model already. Ask MJ. Moana Jackson. That is further down the track at level 333. Chapter discontinuity.
…watch this space for my Introduction to conceptual development of an art exhibition using RBQs to deliver doables manifested into visual solutions.
Manifesto 21
Art will save the world: Evolutionary = Subject 2 Change Overtime
Art can save the world.
Art has a life of its own. Art can but need not. Downstream, drops of rain stir the muddy thoughts: which world will art save, and will we want to save that world? The save world. Why do we love to live in the save world? The world will save art. Anyway. March 3. Marched past midnight following fourth tracks of text time left trailing without a trace. If art will not save the world what will? Do we need to save art or let the world slide down the barrel of the gun we jumped. Enter discontinuity.
BELIEFS ARE MEANINGLESS WHEN IT COMES TO NECESSITY OF LIFE
business, lifestyle
BUILDING YOUR BRAND IS SIMPLE
business, lifestyle
BUILDING YOUR BRAND IS SIMPLE
business, lifestyle
BELIEFS ARE MEANINGLESS WHEN IT COMES TO NECESSITY OF LIFE
business, lifestyle
BUILDING YOUR BRAND IS SIMPLE
business, lifestyle
BUILDING YOUR BRAND IS SIMPLE
business, lifestyle
Part 2: Tributes and Tributaries
Rivers and streams. Of thoughts like holes in the tar seal and the unpredictable swerves as we drive around the bend. How do they manage to spend millions of NZDs making useless yet awkwardly creative advertising undermining misdemeanours by fooling and driving fear into the eyeballs of onlookers, interfering with concepts of controlled confidence and ridiculing karmic capabilities of humans at the steering wheel? Stirring the wheels of samsara nirvana and disturbing the driving bardos with ridiculous uncool interrupted ideas. Make my mazeratti go down to 100 on the dot wtf? When death walks in, thats the cheapest creative trick in the book to burn out creative car driving, dampen the wild free horsepower dreaming. The art of letting your hair down and having a ball. Why do they never make ads in europe about blasting down the autobahns on the inside lane at 230kmh? The art of exciting experiences. The art of saving the world of hitchhikers where you stand at the ausfahrt watching cars drive past mega ultra super fast. Who feels it knows it. Don’t need to advertise it. Hohepas birthday wish when he turns 83 dreaming of driving a red ferrari crazy fast on the autobahn. No destination. The art of zen the way is the goal. The art of speed and efficiency will save the high end car design world. The art of driving downtown 30kmh will save somebody’s world. The art of speeding will save the speeding ticket world.
When ocean warriors race the billion dollar Hauraki waves, the art of sailing saves our fun worlds, the legit art of breaking windspeeds, the cool art of breezing without tying knots, celebrating epic creativity by saving the movies photos and memories of the art of sailing will save the Americas Cup world. Whenever. Forever. Art will defintely save the world. For at least until 10:10.
