Saturday, June 17, 2017

Caribbean Cruisin'

Ocean resort prime, 
Floating mall playhem. Consume! 
Fish ancestry calls;

Thursday, June 8, 2017

Wonder Woman and Waging War

I'm taking a break from the serial story this week as I am inspired by the latest superhero movie on offer, Wonder Woman. With your leave I shall wax pontifical.

Beyond here there be Spoilers!

Wonder Woman is an action and drama packed Hollywood parable extraordinaire. This is the latest DC entry its more noirish interpretation of human versus superhuman travails and serving as both prequel and sequel to the underrated Batman vs. Superman.

In short, my assessment of the film: Gal Gadot's strong presence as Diana dominates this movie like a veritable goddess. The romantic energy between said goddess and her mortal Romeo of a soldier suffers in awkward disparity. The combat action is seismic in its stop flow cinematographic execution, however, those same frenetic and bloodless battles underscore how detached we are from the reality of true violence. Modest nods are made to the wounded combatants of war, the desire for peace among foot soldiers, and social justice. The soundtrack in particular is amazing, drumming up an anxiety and primal call to arms during battle scenes. A valiant attempt is made to incorporate deeper themes including social justice, the endless cycle of violence, and the worship of battle heroes as gods. Overall, it's an engaging yarn with many levels at work.

It is not my real intent here to untangle the good from the bad or to further dissect the perhaps over-complex whole of this movie. Sometimes a movie should be just an escape, alas we live in a complex world and we are both blessed and damned to hear the opinions of those who want to pontificate.

Pontification #1: We worship our soldiers as if they were gods.

Wonder Woman is both warrior and goddess, embodying an almost Christ-like figure, in her attempt to wield force to attain peace. For we mere mortals, it is embedded in our evolutionary programming to kill other creatures, to seek revenge, and to align in tribes to do both more effectively. And for thousands of years the honed assembly of (mostly) controlled violence has been a dominant energy in asserting and maintaining power. To this ends we celebrate our tribe's soldiers and their "sacrifice" against the other tribe's celebrated soldiers. Evil and belief and bravery and country are thrown out as motive time and time again as to why each side is always more in the right.

Might we not celebrate more those who strive to overcome our violent origins fighting peacefully for the long and hard journey to forge a unified world tribe, one which continually reduces the for-profit, power mongering, industrial military complex culture we now live in?

Pontification #2: There is no magical solution to ending all war.

Ares, the god of war, is the entity in this movie that incites humanity to war, in an effort to return Earth to paradise. For a fantasy film it makes for a great device to have a menacing boss character whose elimination will restore all the good that there used to be in the world. In the real world, too often we pine for some mythical past where law and order was perfect, whether it be the Garden of Eden or the Leave it to Beaver 1950's. I'm sorry to confirm that the world has always been full of destabilizing mechanisms that we will never fully overcome. Natural disasters, the loss of loved ones, pain, and bad Alien sequels are part of life.

And yet Wonder Woman give us an augur of hope that love can conquer all. Not love for her mortal soldier alone, but a love for the potential that the human race may find its way toward greater stewardship here on Earth.

Saturday, June 3, 2017

States of Change: Chapter 12: Tar Heel

**States of Change is a Goodness First work of serial, speculative fiction that takes place in 2076, several decades after the United States has defederalized. The story and subtext are provided for reader entertainment and contemplation. Feel free to comment on the ongoing story-line and themes .**

"Hey elm Renny! Day two of Summer Week here we are!"

Netti sits heavily on the poolside lounge chair, setting her red, white and blue beach bag alongside. Renny looks over the rims of her green bamboo, fashion VisAR; its LED glints with the steady red of standby mode.

"Another sunny day, Netti, my sound! Where's Hamilton?"

"He's chilling with the kids in the Em Pea Zee today."

"Times two...our lives are in sync!"

"More likely Ham wants to access two way live-stream."

"Click. Well, here's to the Solar Sisters Club, web-free!"

Renee hands Netti a plastic bottle, its exterior churning with fractal inspired art around the Voila! logo.

"Cheers grand! Double Ex to no incoming data!"

"Yum Ee plus nine! Is this pomegranate and sudachi, I flave?"

"Poss hun, and with just a hint of Ell Ess Dee Prime. Quite pitch refreshing!"

Netti lays down on the lounge chair and lets out an extended sigh.

"Okay elm Netti, what's vertical? You and Ham dancing with the Dawkins?"

"Oh, I don't know, Renny. The same old parent work challenges. I've sussed out the latest child management apps and nothing seems to help Fry over his Ess and Ess fits."

"Terrible Twos engaged. With all that's changed in our lifetime, some things are as great a challenge as they've ever been. Gotta admit though, having a family week off every three months at least lets we engineers catch an Eden reboot, don't you think?"

The two tap bottles and their designs morph from fractal spins to firework fusillades.

"Sure, sis grand, sure. Unplugging from the d-stream and the augment minefield is solid state. Still, wouldn't it be Ee plus eleven to have retirement to look forward to."

"Retirement's a word for the wicked, elm. A Tar Heal's gotta work for a living, family and state!"

"Yeah. Click. Family and state." Netti exhales. "Grand elm, root and true."

After a shared snicker, both women close their eyes behind their inactive VisARs, and dream the fuzzy fantasies while their skins shimmer with photon induced sensation.

Friday, May 26, 2017

States of Change Chapter 11: Empire

**States of Change is a Goodness First work of serial, speculative fiction that takes place in 2076, several decades after the United States has defederalized. The story and subtext are provided for reader entertainment and contemplation. Feel free to comment on the ongoing story-line and themes .**

[GF Blogchain:Volume 61:Issue 24:Journey's End]

So I made it to 109. An odd, and decidedly prime, milestone.

Of course when I formed that arbitrary life goal back in 1976, I was a rather silly nine year old who thrilled as much at making fun of Jimmy Carter's toothy grin as I did imagining being one of the few people to celebrate both the Bicentennial and Tricentennial of the United States of America.

Well, who would have guessed back then the nation herself wouldn't last that long.

As I write this on July 4, 2076 I find I must myself reflective on how times have changed. The break up of the US wasn't even the biggest change post 911. The rise of the Nordic-African union, the VisAR revolution, the success of isolation states, and the dark web's transformation into the core sandbox of the open-source universe.

And my travels throughout the 52 post united States has been personally quite enlightening. The select stories, fiction and non-fiction, that I've published have been intended to capture the angels and demons that our cultures, our individual minds, and yes even the nature of reality have driven us to.

In spirit I have felt in my heart to be an American first, not a New Yorker, even postusa. That mindstate is an artifact of my upbringing, yet importantly, with a solid education and a curiosity of existence engaged, I have come to think in mind as a Human Being foremost, and one that must take responsibility in this world for the individuals, species and biomes that can't.

New York has been a good home for me and my idea forging. I was one of the eighty million who rushed to New York State after the Fed fell and the states began locking down their borders. This State's dedication to maintaining internal citizen, cyber and commercial infrastructure was clear to business and engineer-minded people throughout the ex-fifty.

Further, and in my opinion, New York's adoption of the Institute of Information linking the Departments of Justice and Education has been their biggest success story. Implementing third-party and expert system fact checking fully into State policy finally began cutting the corruption from government, commerce and culture. Sure, some may call New York an atheist state due to the demise of its religious institutions, but, hey, the success of ethical community organizations bringing education, health and happiness to the masses with evidence based results and without discrimination speaks for itself.

I will ask my readers, supporters and challengers both, to forgive my periodic, elitist rants in the GF Blogchain these many years. I took a lot of heat for my positions on rational veganism, blended heart-and-mind critical thinking, neo-humanistic values and progressive thought in general.  In my defense, the rant serves as a mechanism of language to channel the author's emotion, and sometimes that emotion can perceived contrived and distastefully. Alas, finely tuned hyperbole can often wake up the lazy mind and lead to a gritty self-awareness. I am not sorry for the content of those ranting articles, for I believe in them lies the challenging path toward greater goodness for all on this planet...that is, with YMMV's engaged.

It wasn't my intent to have this entry sound like an obituary, but alas (how I love that word alas) that is exactly what it is. With a sigh I recall my grandfather sadly telling me "my time is over; it is your time now," way back in the Twentieth. Well, it is the next generation's time now to take the world and its challenges into their passionate and very capable hands.

As a final rantlet, consider, as your State permits, leaving your inheritances and estates in the care of ethical community organizations that truly care (as validated by the IoI) about the health of the Earth in its entirety for all future generations.

Per New York State policy 6.5 I hereby invoke my right to end my life. I have sought answers with integrity, served with purpose, lived in joy and sadness, and I leave it to the rest of my species to carry on.


GF Blogchain Creator, Editor and Writer

Rhumba Rebellion

Thursday, May 18, 2017

States of Change Chapter 10: Mother

**States of Change is a Goodness First work of serial, speculative fiction that takes place in 2076, several decades after the United States has defederalized. The story and subtext are provided for reader entertainment and contemplation. Feel free to comment on the ongoing story-line and themes .**

[2076.05.10.9:33 VisAR Random Intercept Per Virginia Homeland Security Statute 5.734. Narrative appended. Video deleted.]

"...Happy. Good. Parenting. Day???" snorted Andrea brusquely emphasizing each word, "what kind of holiday is that?"

Holly Ann inhaled and responded levelly, "Actually it's Good Parenting Month, Mama. This is a progressive State, you know. Virginia hasn't observed Mother's...or Father's Day...since the federal corporations were dissolved in 2061."

"Well I don't like it!"

"I'll e-vote that to the Governess straight away, ma" quipped Holly Ann.

"No need to get snippy, Little Miss Historian. It's not good for your pregnancy."

"Yes Mama."

"Anyway, I dropped off a box of kale and root veggies for you and my unborn grandchild earlier. I didn't want to wake you as I'm biking up to Mount Vernon this morning. Don't let them sit on your doorstep too long."

"Okay, I'll get them...wait? are you biking now, Mama? You really shouldn't be spinning and vizzing and at the same time."

"Oh-Em-Gee! Who's the mother in this relationship anyway?" Andrea chuckles. "Whatevs. I suppose you can use the practice with a newbie on the way. Ell-Em-Ay-Oh."

"Mama! I hope you have your VisAR traffic alert mode on."

"It is, Honey Bee. So, have you come up with any names for your child-to-be yet."

"Well, I've been thinking maybe Jude...or Judith if it's a girl, heaven forbid; I doubt I could survive another twenty year sentence alongside the matriarchal stubborness gene you infected me with."

"Jude?! Who do you think raised you? Some LSD licking Beatles groupie from the Twentieth Century? Holly Ann, are you involved with one of those retro-hipster cults?"

"Maybe, Mama. May. Be. Lol!"

A short pause was followed by mutual laughter.

[End Intercept. No Subversive Rhetoric Indicated. Sarcastic One-up-manship Nominal. Verbal Exchange Deemed Threat Level 0.8. Voice Data Archived.]

Thursday, May 11, 2017


 crusty mosaic
basilico sculpted hills
al fresco all feed

Monday, May 8, 2017


Vesuvius doth lurk, 
Buildings ruined. Lives ruined!
To pounce once again...