Between Mad and Respect
Wherein what I feel is a lot...
Between Mad and Respect
π The Seed Keeper - Diane Wilson
(to hate) On Money
My neighbors, venting, hate on money. (This functions as universal small talk. Blame, curse those who have it. Who live all in the hills. Outside town. Alarm-bedeckled little boxes. Thinking, how nuerons think, living behind walled blood-brain gardens.) A metaphor:
Memes and CoV-2 spread together. That is, people who got sent certain memes got CoV-2π. Where memes went, vaccines started following. Particular memes meant infections near me. Birds of a feather...; test kit stations notice, and relocate. Cirrus clouds are information: "rain soon"; Memes the cirrus clouds of CoV2 rainβοΈ. Houses on the hills light beacons. Use flares to send smoke signals:
"Infection soon."
Information and legibility spread together. This to say, people who get certain information are more likely to get the ideaπ€―. Pointing: where information arrives, ideas followed. Information arriving β soon meant ideas would. My affluent neighbors deploy flock, ring. Cirrus clouds are information: "rain soon"; Information the cirrus clouds of naming rainπ. Call the cops to the hill. Use tear gas to disperse crowds:
"Rioting works."
(to take) Out Money
It is an early summer night. I watch neighbors look over patches. A hole in the clothes summons them; Patches come out of bags, tins. Laid out, poured over, reminisced on. Each patch its own place, in time. Where it is brought, bought...; stolen. Where stealing it (later) proved right.
The few places it is: medicine, to save a child, fire to save a family, rhizobia to save a forest; and each to get through winter. Where autumn and winter hold together. That is, marcescent deciduous (common oak) are more likely to get through winter than evergreen deciduous (live oak). Where equinox arrives, solstice follows after. Negative-spring equinox arriving β soon meant negative-summer would.
Forests notice, pull leaves (marcescence) into roots. Cirrus clouds are information: "precipitation soon"; autumn the cirrus clouds of less-than-liquid rain. Dropping leaves, more light for evergreens:
"Wintering works."
And stealing it later proved right. Wads of cash patch the hole. Cash patches, dyed, enbroidered or both. Sewn together. Programmable sewing machine embroiders an emoji. Mystery bills (perhaps hundreds, perhaps ones... a mix?) sewn between one dollar bills.
(to give) Up Money
Money is many things: stones to pigs, shells to stories, and anything. Make an emoji dollar. What might be the median worth of this dollar. Limit the two mystery bills between the ones to USD; on average, any randow emoji dollar works out to being worth fifty-fiftyβ. Any local service worth 202 dollars and below has a one-in-fourteen chance in being paid for with a single emoji dollar (at maximum-possible worth):
Two ones sewn together, plus the two one-hundreds sewn inside; four bills, 202 dollars: one emoji dollar.
Here, people who are hurting for money can just stitch four dollars together - rent a sewing machine from the library, or go to a sewing machine party - and make a bunch of money. By: making a bunch of emoji dollars.
4 dollars (USD 4.00) made into 1 emoji dollar (worth 50.50 USD) is utterly indistinguishable from two ones and two one hundreds, sewn together.
Of course, when someone enters a greater-than-local crisis, they can exchange their emoji dollars at their friendly neighborhood emoji bank, who will put the emoji money on the market and find this person's emoji dollars buyers. Once,I am asked what money is.
This is money. It is catalyst seeking worth resolved. Money is an artifact of language.
Not all artifacts are undesiredπΌ. Some, like the sounds a vinyl bring, are desired. Bright. Emoji dollars are not smart money. They are bright money.
Money feels very material, very centralized ("Central bank"). How a period feels very material, very centralized. But a period is not material; a period is not centralized. A period is a black spotπ
Imagine the Black Spot's a Book
In your mind's hand, walk up to the next period you see. Let it get bigger. Bigger. It's a book. Hold it. Let what you hold be a book from the library.
(alternatively: stitch two ends of time around you such your two eyes are two dollars. In an iron maiden made of money with blades of heaven for spikes, pinning consciousnessπ to the present. In the hand of consciousness place a book; sew the consciousness such the book turns, or) Look at the back cover of the book.
On the back of the book, see three sentences. And (without reading the whole universe first), let appear three blurβs. Three that work for me might be:
- "My first thought is this is indistinguishable from the big bang (all my thoughts are a tiny version of all the universe): a wonderful read, start to end."
- "The same way I turn this thought over in the middle of my day, the thought [of this book] turns over in the palm of my hand."
- "On the back of the book (the end of this thought) is a value - what either is worth. Is the thought of this book worth the amount [to you]?"‴οΈ
Notice the ultimate question is binary. "Is it worth it?" Is one-person-per-room housefulness living worth the loneliness this outputs. Is foregoing emoji dollars worth the world; Is paying in USD worth America?
Binaries are places I go to feel the thing out. Until I am of two minds, I move. And where I pause β is consciousness (drag)π¬οΈ.
Consciousness is a tool for feeling. I am a body. feel me; I am this body, be whβt I am not. (be conscious) pause; let me speak. What am I saying:
I am your gβ. What am I saying? I am growling saying I am your gβ. Asking nicely, can you find me something to eat? Where might I deserve food. I don't know. Am I worth the trouble of stomaching? It's eight-o-six, where's dinner. I'm asking.
Can you give my grocery list to someone? Can you idly flip through a cookbook (at the library)? Can you pick one, for saturday? Can you take pictures? Write the ingredients as a list? Can you buy me food? I don't know. I'm asking. Can you pay in emoji dollars? I'm asking.
Keep Your Coins, I Want Change
(start, no money) You might start, no people: start with your pinky toe. Let the pinky toe be your whole world, how I am letting you be my whole world (my pinky, this devise sits on, as I type this out).
Sit all people in the world down on your pinky toe. See your pinky toe the world. The Moon a ring on your pinky toe. (let toe ring be a smart ring) Step into the river, barefoot. Waist deep. Look out. Point down; look, to where your pinky toe might be.
Below the surface of the water.
Let the colors on the surface of the water be the colors on the surface of your pinky toe. Let the world be far away, so far it is pinky-toe size. Cold like a river, the vacuum; space. World the size of a pinky toe. Ready:
Imagine the pinky toe is gone.
Work fast: start with the penny. No pennies. No penny-pinching billionaires whose "pennies" normalize to a modal person's pennies to the tune of USD 7M. Those millions evaporate. Now, Nickle. USD 35M. Gone. Your dollar, the wealthiest's USD 700M, Gone.
Your gift card (their cryptocurrency) - gone. Your prepaid card (their foreign exchange), gone. Your credit card (their stock portfolio), gone. Your debit card (their cars, yachts, their every home), gone. Your checks gone (their social credit). Your property gone (their name, in your mind).
Almost Done, Take Your Breaks
Your demand for shells (their every war) - gone. Your respect - your "Mad respect!", your lost respect (their every intellectual property). Your honor, honorlionaires heroes (their food storage). Gone. Glory: each thing, equally glorious (their religion). Gone. Your every good day (their water): indistinguishable from the worst day (their light). You're imagining a world without capitalism.
You've unraveled the stitch.
Hi! π€ I live here. This, my beginning of time (thier histroy).
Below my sinoatrial node left hand, a day so good it puts all the others to shame ("bβt and party" - describe this day). Below my his bundle right hand, a day so awful it puts satan's grief to shame ("vβd and chill" - pay this tab) β
I take the day you don't; take one. The world formed this way. Felt it out. Day by day.
Let shame in. It barks: "We're being hypocrytical; this isn't fancy, it's diagnostic." Many wise, so bot.
Let confusion in; saying, "We're too tired, stressed, overworked. It's our turn on the gas mask."
"I Guess..."
- Were all broken clocks right today?
- Be bullet time: move time slow.
- How fast are things moving, here?
- Could you consider this bullet time?
- Could a broken clock be honest?
- Might a clock be a dial?
- May a dial be βwheel?
- Is a wheel a broken clock?
- How often is the wheel right?
π https://https://search.worldcat.org/title/The-seed-keeper-:-a-novel/oclc/1178901756β©
π - https://pmc.ncbi.nlm.nih.gov/articles/PMC8247125/
βοΈ - https://courses.ems.psu.edu/meteo3/node/1991
π€― - "Rioting works. This wasn't achieved by voting." β Dahlia Zavaha
π - direct.mit.edu/books/book-pdf/2246566/book_9780262369978.pdf
π - Alan Rockefeller - High Tech Tools for Modern Mycology - Colorado Mycological Society
β - Where (4 + 8 + 12 + 13 + 17 + 23 + 27 + 32 + 42 + 103 + 107 + 112 + 122 + 202) = (824 / 14) = 58.56 ; (202 / 4) = 50.50 ; might poetry be worth the eight-oh-six.
πΌ - https://brnt.sh/when-the-glitch-is-better/
π - "Imagine the black ball is white", from https://secant.bearblog.dev/this-time#i-might-be-clear
π - Persephone - A House of Many Doors - A Stoic Plays
β€΄οΈ - see the book priced at $8.06
π¬οΈ - https://quantamagazine.org/theory-of-fluids-enters-the-21st-century-20260817