Mosaic Maps

I have had an epiphany today. I dont know how often they happen to others, or if they have even had the same epiphany i have had. Here goes:

The internet's extensibility allows it to be a new CLASS of media. Any medium should always strive to allow the right people to experience something. The internet is a place where people from vastly different environments can interact. I think that in the spirit of fostering such interaction over greater logical distances to occur more easily.

***begin rant***

The development of global culture is the only way for true global peace. True Cosmopolitanism (The capital "C" is wholly intentional) is the only way that we end manipulation by a media whose interests are counter to peace.

***end rant***

I propose an extensible visual collage. The tag data of subject or concept embedded in the picture would seek similarity and repel opposition. This could also translate to volume as density of concept represents percentage of volume in the space.

~~~begin trip~~~

the internet visually as turbulent galaxy of information. A form whose animation comes from information being added to the system.

~~~end trip~~~

Think about it peoples. With the decreasing cost of multitouch, moving volumes wont be so cumbersome.

Spoiler Alert... Though Nobody Cares

Being the highly qualified and underutilized engineer I am, I get to do the jobs reserved for the low-man on the totem pole. Today, I get to embark on a journey I have only once before completed. A quiet ride home with a fired coworker. I think it has something to do with the fact that it is clear that his hot blooded murderous rage could not possibly fall on my cute little tuchus. After all, I didn't fire him. But I get to clean up the mess. I am The Fox, of Pulp Fiction Fame, only instead of driving an NSX, I get to drive him, in his company Chevy Silverado, back home to SAN MARTIN. If you live in the bay area, you probably don't know where that is. It is 30 miles south of San Jose, between Morgan Hill and Gilroy. Sweet. I'll let you know if I decide to pack heat.

ADD Activists Forget What They Are Demonstrating For

Between arriving at Elite Reprographics to get some plans for the seismic retrofit of the Albany City Hall, and the plans actually being completed, I decided to take a walk up 6th street towards Market to investigate a commotion. The thumping of helicopters in the air was deafening. I saw no less than 5 of 'em in the air. What is a man with too much time and a love of conflict to do? Take a walk. Like paths to an anthill of protest, the streets had stragglers, all walking towards City Hall, some more organized than others. I had heard that some heads had been bashed in earlier in the day, so I went for it. Arriving at the park in front of city hall, (after getting some free Red Bull) I realized why nobody protests any more: PEOPLE DON'T KNOW WHAT THE HELL THEY ARE PROTESTING! Whoops, my caps lock has a hair-trigger. At this Anti-War rally people were activisting any number of issues: Free Mumia, End Israeli Apartheid, Legalize It. Okay, the last one was a lie. Man, did the park smell good. Good thing the chron covered up the Patchoulli and BO. Back to the story.
I decided to take pictures of these people and document what a shitshow of a rally this was. Why can't regular working-folk protest without standing next to idiots? Why not protest on the simple bipartisan issue of "This War has cost 3 Trillion Dollars and gas is $4/gal"?
My Favorite part were the protest-protesters. They had signs that read: "End The Commie Occupation of San Francisco" and "Home of the Free Because of the Brave" and "9/11 was an Outside Job." I just hope they had good blow to mojo up to all of the token tokin' trippers.

Anywho, it was fun, I got my plans, I got the hell outta there.

Peace.

Phoned In

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P.S. This is a painting of me, done by some dude. If you know who painted this...I will give you $100...Seriously.