Saturday, December 21, 2019

american earthling updates with hope

Dec. 11: blog posting on progressive technicalities.

Dec. 20: Washington Post: “Continued deforestation and other changes threaten to turn parts of the rainforest into savanna, devastate wildlife and release billions of tons of carbon into the atmosphere, experts said.”

Dec. 12: NASA is apparently planning to commercialize vacations to Mars.

Dec. 19: The Dow Jones daily level shot up 137+ points the day after Trump’s impeachment. Yesterday’s Democratic candidate debate was good drama.

I read academic stuff still expecting to be surprised and fundamentally affected with path changing insight (as if I’ll never know enough to press on confidently). But nothing’s turning up that’s truly helpful. It all feels supplemental—confirming, while implicitly mirroring that I’m needlessly withholding my own wayfaring.

Dec. 22

Who cares if I am or not as openly oblique as I want to be? So I give way to creative hierarchies over conceptual appeals (otherwise as if high singularity may express some comprehensive comprehensibility of Our evolving beyond the leading edge of its—this, one’s—capability).

So, a vanity in the appeal of others’ genius may draw daemonic pretense
into lovers’ discourses?

So, one can talk (or write) of the variety of presences only after pretending to capture every aesthetic.

Impossible—yet elating.

What’s impossible appeals in ideality anyway, generatively, as real as being alive.

So, 2020 is to be a fun year.