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  • (diary entry) Self Awareness day today. Christian forgiveness is overrated. It d

    (diary entry)

    Self Awareness day today.

    Christian forgiveness is overrated. It does tend to keep you positive. It keeps you from spinning wasted time and effort on retribution. But I have this need to punish. It’s part of the purity or authority response?

    You cannot make people see the error of their ways. They will never ‘understand’ and they have no incentive to. The best that you can do is to punish them enough so that they avoid doing any such thing again.

    I have been too christianized. I’ve been trying to help well intentioned fools see the light. To see the error of their ways. But the mind does not permit this without extraordinary effort and incentive – especially when they have failed.

    Why take the submissive christian position? In stead, why not revel in one’s punishment of folly, greed, and evil?

    I punished the Koenigs(almost ruined). I punished Golub(totally ruined). I punished Seminoff(totally ruined). I did not punish Pacheco, I just left. He did no wrong. I punished my ex-wives a bit – although not enough. I punished Alessandro Muti a bit. I punished Eric Anderson pretty thoroughly. My ex partners reap their own punishment. I must only revel in it a bit. I have two people I feel I must punish before I die.

    I stopped thinking in terms of punishment when I understood that it was making me unhappy. So to punish then forgive was the best combination that I could come up with. I cannot simply forgive.

    The world does not want the moral. It wants the useful. It wants greed. It wants laziness. It wants to feel righteous.

    It is quite possible that I have made a grand mistake out of fear of poverty. That I would have been much happier as a starving artist and philosopher. But as that person, I would not necessarily have obtained the knowledge that has made me a good philosopher – which I see as the purpose of my life.

    In this analysis my career has been a failure. A misapplication of talents. It has not made me happy. I am not sure the wealth made me happy – other than to prove that I can do it repeatedly.

    I have to think about this some more. I have only so many years left.


    Source date (UTC): 2016-02-17 03:11:00 UTC

  • (diary entry) (gods, religion, prayer) (the technology of religion) I find it mu

    (diary entry) (gods, religion, prayer) (the technology of religion)

    I find it much easier to ask myself the question ‘What does god want me to do to fulfill my mission?’ than it is to ask myself what I wish to do. I know that this is but one method of developing mental discipline. I know that there are other methods of developing mental discipline. It is the one that I was trained in (raised under) and is therefore the one I know how to use. I make lots of plans. I think through lots of options. We all have many fantasies and impulses. But the moment you add a third party to the internal dialog it is much harder to fool yourself with nonsense. We learn quickly to regulate our internal voice lest we be rejected by the people around us. We learn quickly to regulate our external actions lest we be punished by the physical world around us. But we have had to develop many technologies to assist us in the process of reasoning. One of those technologies is to make use of the interpersonal and physical regulations that we developed for speaking and acting and speaking with our internal voice. Our brains consist of dozens of agents each of which is greedy for our time and attention. They each want exercise and fulfillment. Unfortunately cannot introspectively criticize them. They are obscured from our consciousness by the intermediary we call intuition, but which functions as a search engine that examines the contents of memory and stimulus in every moment. But through training against the existential world, those parts of us that ‘dream’ can be silenced or at least disciplined, by the use of a third party. And what is most important, is that the third party, like a parent to a very young child,knows our mind, and cannot be lied to. It is this combination of submission to truthfulness, and suppression of dreaming – wishful thinking – that talking to a close friend or family member, engaging in prayer, practicing meditation, or practicing stoic disciplines, or scientific disciplines, provides for us. And this is inescapably valuable. We should not trivialize this ‘technology’. It is just as important as the discovery of writing for memory, mathematics for the extension of perception, and the religious era consisted of the first social science, and the first form of ‘reasoning’ by using combining an all knowing diety (parent), and interlocution with a third party as a means of suppressing the mind. The better are our third parties at disciplining our thoughts, the better trained we become at the use of reasoning truthfully. Conversely, the less training and discipline we have, and the less discipline and training our friends and associates possess, the less effective is our learn-regulatory voice. So this is another reason why it is so important to cut out the bottom layer of the gene pool. They both depend upon one another for information, but provide the worst regulation of the internal impulses and voices.


    Source date (UTC): 2016-02-16 05:32:00 UTC

  • (diary entry) I used to be in awe that my equally autistic business partner of m

    (diary entry)

    I used to be in awe that my equally autistic business partner of many years could empathize with the incentives of bureaucrats. His approach was not ‘truth’ or ‘best’ but what ‘they want or need.’ When I complimented him once, he criticized me for disingenuity since incentives were something in which I held demonstrated expertise. But it is very hard to understand the incentives of bureaucrats, since in my subconscious they are almost always acting against the interests of the organization when they try to act in the interest of the organization. I don’t know why working on propertarianism helped me understand them. But it did. Politicians as well. People just acquire whatever capital that they need. MORAL capital in the COMMONS is very different from POLITICAL capital in government and private bureaucracy.

    Family Kinship Capital (keep the family cooperating)

    Common Moral Capital (keep society cooperating)

    Business (service / product) Ethical Capital (keep customers for the business)

    Bureaucratic Political Capital (insulate the organization from outsiders)

    Political and Religious Capital (persist the organization at all costs)


    Source date (UTC): 2016-02-16 03:58:00 UTC

  • I have to write the section on the Tasks Panel (the most important part of the w

    I have to write the section on the Tasks Panel (the most important part of the workspace), and I am not in a post-party condition to do so.

    Orange juice, Borjomi, anti-histamines, and cappuccino are my only hope.

    Ages: 18, 20, 27, 34, and me. I don’t know the ages of the other two girls. There must be some equation for capturing the mathematical progression of 2,7,7,22 but in my brain isn’t finding it through the remains of the vodka in my bloodstream. Kirill said that at his bar, the ratio of men to women was 9 to 33.

    It was NOT my idea. I wanted to go to bed early and work hard this week.

    I am such a sucker for peer pressure.


    Source date (UTC): 2016-02-15 04:34:00 UTC

  • Ok. I was planning on going to bed. Sigh Now I am in a club and I just know when

    Ok. I was planning on going to bed. Sigh

    Now I am in a club and I just know when I leave it will be light outside. And tomorrow is a total loss.

    I succumb to peer pressure too easily.

    Lol


    Source date (UTC): 2016-02-14 17:35:00 UTC

  • My mother raised me properly. I am friendly. I am kind. I am generous. I am obse

    My mother raised me properly.

    I am friendly. I am kind. I am generous.

    I am observant. I compliment often.

    I try to be a gentleman. Chivalry lives.

    But, don’t be flattered,

    And no, I’m not flirting with you.

    I’m like this with everyone. Really.

    It just means my mother raised me properly.

    And, it demonstrates my status.

    Especially when you do not demonstrate yours. 😉

    Chivalry is not an appeal for attention.

    It’s a challenge to inferiors.


    Source date (UTC): 2016-02-14 06:18:00 UTC

  • Great dinner conversation with Jeff Odgis tonight. Reminds me of how much better

    Great dinner conversation with Jeff Odgis tonight. Reminds me of how much better it is to talk in person. Thanks Jeff, for a great time.


    Source date (UTC): 2016-02-10 16:29:00 UTC

  • A VAGRANT’S LIFE IN KIEV AGAIN I’ve been back in Kiev for the past … five days

    A VAGRANT’S LIFE IN KIEV AGAIN

    I’ve been back in Kiev for the past … five days or so? Working with my buddy Kirill Latysh. Writing documentation. Hanging out in my favorite coffee shops in Podol. Sniffling from another winter cold.

    Planning our conquest of enterprise software, and the business desktop.

    Reveling in the Alt-Right’s conquest of Libertinism. Recognizing the disappointment on the horizon. Struggling to figure out how to turn the opportunity into a step forward toward revolution.

    Interesting times.

    I love parts of my vagrant lifestyle. I’m like a bag-lady except everything that matters is in digital form in a laptop, or in a storage unit, wondering when I’ll come home to it. 🙂


    Source date (UTC): 2016-02-08 00:57:00 UTC

  • I am a pretty nice guy most of the time. I am certainly absurdly generous and pa

    I am a pretty nice guy most of the time.

    I am certainly absurdly generous and patient.

    I think I am mostly positive unless business or money is making me crazy.

    I have had pretty much nothing but long term relationships.

    But I can get my hackles up and push back pretty hard when criticized for things that are not what I consider ‘my fault’.

    In particular I just cannot take this “why do you not think like I do” sh_t from women.And worse, aggressive criticism. Passive aggressive criticism. Makes me crazy.

    And I don’t want to be one of those men who smacks women, even when they deserve it – which they do, or history wouldn’t be full of men smacking women around. But in this part of the world, women feel perfectly comfortable spewing their ignorant, selfish drivel at you with venom. Maybe that’s why they aren’t crazy like western women – the emotion ‘gets out’.

    I am not ever, ever, ever going to remember anything that isn’t on a post-it in front of my face. I don’t remember my OWN stuff. Certainly not anyone else’s. Why? I don’t ‘live’ in the ‘world of the moment’. I live in a world of ideas, and when other people are around, I drop back to earth for a few moments, and am always surprised to find such interesting people here.

    When I was a kid I had to wear my house key around my neck because otherwise I would never take it with me. I would always forget it. I learned how to break into houses by breaking into my own home, simply because I forgot the key all the time.

    I had to write a schedule on the back of my notebook in order to remember what day and class it was.

    I can’t remember a grocery list with more than two items. (Literally).

    I have always had an assistant at work. Why? Otherwise I’d never get anywhere.

    My business partner Chris used to tease me that my short term memory was erased by the first doorway I walked through. (Its true, although not as much as it used to be).

    I don’t use credit cards, or take loans because I never remember them. I have about zero sense of time passing. I rarely even know what day it is.

    I don’t ‘plan’ anything. I create a network of overlapping strategies, and I make task lists that move the needle in as many of those strategies at once. I follow my strategy – relentlessly, single mindedly – for years, if not decades. I work pretty much 14-18 hours a day. Every day. Seven days a week. And I pretty much always have.

    I’m an ‘exaggerated male’. Men think in drawers. One drawer at a time. We are incognizant of other drawers. When we open one drawer we close the last drawer, and all is forgotten. etc.

    I used to tell critics that picking on me about remembering things is like picking on a color blind person for not seeing the difference between red and green.

    I mean, I used to, but I don’t walk around telling people ‘omg, wow, I can’t imagine you are that fucking stupid!!!” Which, I promise you, is how I react to about 97% of all human speech. Instead I forgive people for their incapacity and enjoy what they *DO* have to offer. (Strangely enough, ordinary folk say a lot less stupid stuff than people with university educations.)

    Now by contrast, I can solve anything. Literally. I am pretty sure that no matter what problem I chose I would eventually solve it. I’m not fast at it, but I will absolutely figure it out. I remember everything I hear, much of what I read, and most of what I see. That’s my magic gift. I can crunch ideas like computers crunch numbers.

    SO why do you think I feel ‘lost’ without a woman in my life? And why does a certain kind of woman enjoy being around an autistic version of Yoda? For some women, men like me are awesome toys. For me, women are a strategic necessity. You see? I think the way they think is magic. I can’t do that. It’s awesome.

    But if a woman wants me to remember anything, no matter what it is, you might as well ask me to fly. Seriously.

    So to all my past and future mates, it’s not that I don’t care. It’s that I CANT and it really f—-king pisses me off.


    Source date (UTC): 2016-02-07 10:26:00 UTC

  • ( Remembering the first time I heard Pink Floyd’s Dark Side of the Moon. )

    ( Remembering the first time I heard Pink Floyd’s Dark Side of the Moon. )


    Source date (UTC): 2016-01-26 16:35:00 UTC