So yesterday I was heading out to work and I saw the cutest little fluffy baby bird in our courtyard. I had made a point to move out of it’s way so it wouldn’t fly away like all birds usually do and I noticed it just kinda stood there and looked adorable.

Upon my return from work I come into the courtyard and the lil bird bird was still just jumping around and walking all over the place making lil birdie chirps. I began to wonder if something was up with it. I don’t know shit about birds and assumed he had gone for a test flight and failed. I filled a growler cap with water and put it outside. It began to get dark and I was wondering how it would fare against the night time. I kept going outside and watching the lil bird jump around. I began to plot on how to make a temporary bird shelter for a tiny flightless bird. Then I thought seek temporary shelter in my beard young birdie you are welcome here 😛

Naturally as any good thought begins to occur there is another one behind it with a big ass knife. What if just like two days of hanging out in my beard or in a make shift tiny flightless bird shelter turn him into a social outcast amongst his bird people? While this all started in some effort to save a birdie what is it I am really trying to do here?

I don’t wanna see a lil fluffy dead birdie on my way to work tomorrow morning. So naturally I attempt to alter the course of nature. Two birds with one stone. Save a bird AND feel great about doing it (I SAVED A BIRD!)

So I thought to my self… you really don’t want that cute fluffy baby bird blood on your hands do you? Are you gonna piss away a chance to help an innocent fluffy birdie? Would saving him sentence him to a life time of social isolation? Does one fuck with baby bird? Does one fuck with nature?

Google search for what to do with baby birds out of nest and away I go. Crash course on baby birds. Shortly it became clear to me that the answer is NO. Do not fuck with baby bird. His mom is nearby and that bird is learning shit. I decided I felt okay with that and decided that this planet probably has a better idea of what’s going on than I do and if that lil bird is meant to go then it’s meant to go.

It was a nice series of thoughts with a sweet conclusion. Some people just save the damn bird. I have an internal battle and decide to do nothing. These ideas cause me to see my place in the world from a greater view point. There is a lot of crazy shit going on right now all over the world and it’s really easy to ignore because once you pay attention it becomes a lot to take in. Humans tend to disrupt stuff. Sometimes out of malice other times with the best intentions. There are many forces at work and even though I complain and express frustration often I am incredibly grateful for each and every second spent complaining and expressing frustration. Death is weird, life is weird, birds are weird. Shit is mad weird yo!

I must admit I came out this morning and looked for a cute fluffy dead bird X_X

Edit – I left for work today and stood there quietly searching all over and I heard a lil shuffling of leaves. Out came the lil birdie! Already a lil taller and less fat than yesterday haha. So cool 😀

recently i have caught myself writing long rants on fb and then i stop and paste them into my blog (to be positive that not a single person will read it, am i right … am i right? sheeeeeeit) where i proceed to write more and save it as a draft and then NEVER publish it hahaha which goes to show volumes. the shit felt like content, very meaningful content at that but i think it was more important to just write it down regardless or what it really was. or maybe it was perfectly valid content and I am practicing subconscious self censorship. Fuckin weird.

Was watching supernatural last night and they tracked down metatron to a lil house jam packed with books. Metatron was played by booger from revenge of the nerds and he really really liked stories.

He made a really good point. Humans can tell stories, he claimed it to be our one good use of everything we’ve been giving. Then he went on about how when you create stories you become like god. When you get to the core of our existence it is primarily based on various stories, the info is all provided for you. But as you well know the real value is in new information.

I am really inspired by those who live life by writing their own tale or joining forces with folks on a similar journey to make for a better tale with new information for a new time.

What if in retelling “the story” they conveniently left out the part about us all being actual gods and replaced it with being the image of god.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MN8JYhByVYg

This morning while taking a shit and trolling around fb I found a video a friend shared on another friends wall. Cut to me all teary eyed while taking a shit. This is so fucking sad. I can safely say I have never tossed a bottle or anything into the ocean (WTF!!!)

If my mother is indeed planet earth, then I technically just wept over family. Birds been here longer than us, flyin around, shitting on stuff.

I dunno I just found it deeply disturbing, mostly because I feel so helpless and like there’s nothing I can really do.

I do however find the message really inspiring in a way. I am firm believer that anything worth doing will be a bit difficult.

Out of the shit comes the flower

Long ass article but well worth the read:

How Your Movements Are Being Tracked, Probably Without Your Knowledge

While slightly tangential, shit like this makes me realize it don’t matter who you vote for, both parties will quietly set up a massive surveillance grid and not bother to mention it EVER! the only difference is who gets paid to make surveillance hardware/software. If either of those shit fucks really gave a fuck about freedom, they’d be fighting this type of shit instead of talking about fictitious economies and how america used to be when their grandparents moved here from who gives a shit while everything I do is logged and added to some massive database for future cross referencing.

I am but a small dollar sign to these people, fuck them and fuck what they stand for. call it apathy if it makes you feel better but I take no part in any of this. Bullshit is bullshit and it matters not if spoken from the mouth of a slack jawed yocal or a fast talkin city slicker.

Seriously, go fuck yourself. I got nothing to hide but our govt. sure does and you better believe the second we are more valuable dead than alive, there will be a lot of dead folks.

We are experiencing a reflection of ourselves being projected in an endless feedback loop with the aperture set at a particular size looking at one particular part of the endless loop. We are all an aperture looking at our own endless loop with our own size and position taking part in an even greater collective feedback loop. I once a heard some tripper say it takes either 3 or 4 days to occur before what we know as a single day occurs. Humans cannot live in the time space of a single *universal* day, we can only occupy that time space that exists within the echoes of three (or four) *universal* days. The *universal* days must overlap each other and once the vibrations have tuned to the proper frequencies we have a single earth day … or some shit like that 😀

doooooood use Tor for safe anonymous browsing, holy fuck… mind blown (poooooosh)

www.torproject.org

take some time educate yourself read about what it is. It works on linux, mac, pc. You can run it on a portable usb drive for when your on a public network like airport or cafe or anywhere where you don’t want what your browsing to be known. They even have an android app 😀

shit like this gives me hope, it’s weird… open source rules. every day we get closer to terminator akira mess that will eventually be and every day i strive to ready myself for this great unknown when i should just worry about the present moment

today i learned how to use IRC and i learned about Tor, i got to chat with my best friend for a while and had pretty productive day at work. this world is pretty fuckin nuts and all in all it was a good day

think i am goin to clem’s i hope i dont get hit by a car or something fucked up like that

I found these awesome painted antler to be pretty inspirational. Something about them is really awesome. I really dig the tribal, new mexico, native amercan-ish feel to them as well as the tiny patterns and shape detailing. Simple, sweet and reusing a retired antler. Makes em want to paint stuff gold.

See more antler here or buy some of your own.