Some days, 100ml of scotch or 200ml of scotch, is just… Well, bordering on the spiritual.
Perfect. Shutting off the machine. Smiling. Enjoying friends. Nothing more. 😉
This is one of them. 😉
Life is awesome. As long as you share it with people you love.
Cheers. 😉
Source date (UTC): 2014-02-27 14:49:00 UTC
(health)(personal)
It’s a pretty strange experience to observe (if you can) how your own mind changes as you recover from long term illness – even long term illnesses like cancer or infections that you can’t perceive as pain, or even identify as other than malaise.
Source date (UTC): 2014-02-26 08:38:00 UTC
(different worlds)
Talking to my nephew.
HIM: “I’d love to see that country” (Ukraine)
ME: “We have this whole revolution thing going on right now so it’s probably not a good idea. Shooting people with AK’s in the damned street… While they’re trying to hide… Nuts…
HIM: “Nothing I wouldn’t be used to” *(four combat tours)*
eek…. I like being afraid of gunfire. I’m not sure I want to be used to it. 🙂
Source date (UTC): 2014-02-25 13:15:00 UTC
(public diary)
If you’ve been following me for at least a year or so you probably can see where this work is all headed now.
It was much harder for me to figure out how to talk about these things in simple terms than it was to solve the initial problem. I understood, very early, that the missing ethical property of complex cooperation was calculability. I understood what was wrong with praxeology, and ethics. I understood how to connect biological and evolutionary necessity with calculability and calculation. I understood reproduction but not the importance of the family as an organizational structure.
But to tie it all together in language that was at least somewhat accessible was extremely difficult. Because unfortunately, I don’t really think in words. It’s somewhere between logic and programming. So I have to write, write, write, over and over again, until I get it right. And by right I mean “compact” and therefore accessible to others.
I wish I could sleep more often this well, because I’m so productive when I do. My productivity is almost entirely dependent on the volume of sleep I get. Today is a productive day.
Source date (UTC): 2014-02-25 09:53:00 UTC
MARCH 1ST :REQUEST FOR VOLUNTEERS TO CLEAN UP MAIDAN
Well, I was too much of a coward to go fight, (and I didn’t feel I had the right to), but I think I’ll go help clean up a bit. At least I’ll feel like I did something to honor the dead and the people who did the fighting, even if it’s really small – even insignificant. I don’t know any other way to show respect for those that did the real work.
Source date (UTC): 2014-02-23 09:36:00 UTC
(last night)(crowded)(inspiring)
Source date (UTC): 2014-02-23 07:09:00 UTC
We are in Maidan.
In front if the stage.
Yulia is speaking.
The crowd listens.
Then cheers.
Her voice cracks.
It is beautiful.
Tears.
Source date (UTC): 2014-02-22 14:47:00 UTC
Coffee shop. In a corner. Three young men. Handsome. Bright eyes. Educated. Expensive laptops. A bit disheveled. Busy with phones and planning.
And body armor hung over their chairs.
Beautiful.
Source date (UTC): 2014-02-22 05:18:00 UTC
Curt Doolittle shared a post.
Source date (UTC): 2014-02-22 04:56:00 UTC
ack.. fever… sweats and chills… interesting explosions going on outside which I assume are fireworks.
I love these people. every single one of them. the silly slavic bits and all.
Source date (UTC): 2014-02-21 16:05:00 UTC