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Lunch, and the System of the World [Dec. 22nd, 2009|08:10 am]
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If you came up to me and asked, my dear fellow, given two months, and given this budget for this size team, how do you build a web portal, a complex social networking site, say? And I could tell you. It would not be the One True Answer, but it would be solid, and following my plan you would have a decent portal at the end of that time span. I know because I've done it before, and I've seen other teams do it, and heard the methods they followed.

If you asked me, never mind that this has been a holy grail of Computer Science since slightly before the field even existed, but aside from that, how would you build an Artificial Intelligence? Say you had a /way bigger/ team and budget, and were mad to boot, and maybe didn't want a HAL-level AI, but just a good quality chatbot, and you came up and asked me that. And I would know where to start. I would talk about the original Turing papers, about Lisp and Prolog, about the AI renaissance followed by the AI winter in the 80s and 90s, about statistical-based chatbots and the Loebner award, and about the awesome Cyc project (who's core is now open-sourced). I would know where to start. I could at least chart the beginnings of a course, and after hundreds of man-years and several epiphanies, well, it might not refuse to open the pod bay doors, but it would score high on the Loebner test, it would be a decent conversationalist.

And if, having solved those two problems, you turned to me and asked, now what about this world of ours? Why has history been such a bloody mess? Why is there strife and conflict and deep systemic problems? What is wrong with the current meta-civilization, and what is to be done about it? And I, being young and a geek, hell, merely by the virtue of having a pulse, would be contractually obligated to have an opinion on the subject. It might take me the next 10 years to formulate an answer. It might be wholly wrong or naive, or it could be brilliant, but in any case at least I would have some insight, I would know where to begin the search.

All right. I've got a much more dire problem for you.

If you came up to me and asked, given an American-sized budget, more than a hundred dollars a week, say, how would you feed a family of two, and draw up a meal plan that has enough calories, but not too much, is somewhat healthy (dying of scurvy is so gauche), and is sufficiently varied so that people would not get bored to tears of the dishes? And preferably, since both people are working full time, this meal plan would not be overly time consuming, as far as elaborate cooking? (And, I say two people because it's easily scaleable, if you have roomates or kids).

And I would shake my head sadly, because I would not know.

This is embarassing, frustrating almost to tears. Though I'm fairly good at systemic thinking, and generally grok complexity, I have still in my thirty years of life had not gotten a handle on the problem of food and meal plans. I feel, to a certain extent, like I fail at being a living thing, in the same sense that my cat Nola fails at being a housecat (she has refused to use the litterbox since kittenhood, and has to be let out into the yard for walks like a dog). Not literally, in the barest sense of the word, since obviously I have obtained enough calories thus far to survive. But I feel like I'm constantly treading water (again, not in the calories sense, but in the sense that my food systems are entirely haphazard).

The problem is not cooking skills. Of the hypothetical couple in question, [info]yuki_onna is a masterful cook, and can throw feasts like whoa, and I myself cook a mean breakfast, and can whip up a decent dinner dish or two. The problem is knowing what to cook. The dreaded question of 'what shall we eat?' foils us time and again. Whoever is cooking is frustrated because, hey, they're ready to cook, why can't people get their act together and decide? And everybody else is just frustrated and vaguely unhappy, and also simply hungry. For myself, there are three mental activation barriers: being together enough to know what ingredients are in the house (this is fairly easy, I usually am), then knowing what dishes could be made out of those ingredients (this is harder), and finally navigating the question of who likes which dish and who's in the mood for what (harder still). I recognize the inherent difficulty of the third; I'd be happy to have a handle on just the first two.

Things should not be this way. I refuse to believe that a smart person with the entire infosphere at their disposal cannot solve this. I'm sufficiently embarassed to do something about it.

Meanwhile, time for breakfast.
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People as Winds [Dec. 8th, 2009|07:01 am]
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The people in your life are winds.

Think of yourself as a boat, a vessel. And the people around you are the winds upon the waters. Some of them are brief whirlwinds, some serious storms. Some of them blow soft and steady, and though on a given day you may not notice, one day you look around and see that the winds have carved great arches in the landscape of your life, and all the pine trees lean in one direction from the constant breezes.

Sure, they are agents in the own rights, with their own stories; they are their own vessels. But that actually does not matter. As far as you're concerned, they are winds, and with any duration of presence, they form the tradewinds and climate of your soul.

What kind of winds are they? What are their strengths and headings?

I notice this every time I'm around any group of people. Driving in a car with [info]yuki_onna (I like her. I like the kind of wind she is in my life. also, an inspiring hardcore work ethic, to boot), my heart yearns for artistic and literary projects -- book sites, reviews, translations, hybrids of new and ancient marketing techniques and sales channels for media, software ideas, new food recipes, radical life plans. When I hang out with the local Portland programmer crew, my mind is ablaze with code contributions, with portals, Ruby projects and test-driven development. When I'm barely in the same room as [info]novalis, I find myself thinking about fierce causes and principles, and justice, and the politics of the open source. Whenever I so much as see [info]regyt's name (who, I must always remember, is a-girl-not-a-concept) in my IM list window, I cannot help but think of personal excellence, of fiendish and well-executed schemes, of hard-won art and personal integrity. As I read livejournal and glance at entries of [info]jul3z's, I am seized by the desire to do intelligent game reviews and analysis. When I glance at the journals of [info]tyedie and [info]postgoodism, I am reminded of and galvanized by how much I still have to learn in my profession.

And so on. There is a wind for each individual in my sphere of attention. And sometimes, the winds are strong enough to turn yearning into action, however incremental.

You have to become aware of yourself in ship terms. Winds will always affect you, cause you to drift, either off course or towards your destination. It always, always helps to have a motor as a means of self propulsion; hell, some oars would come in handy. But the winds matter.

What kind of vessel are you? How affected are you by other people; what's your wind drag?

If you're mostly a sailing vessel, it's ok. Be aware of that fact. Own it, in your secret heart. Learn to set and trim your sails. If you know where you want to go (this part is very difficult), try and choose the winds which propel you. Develop secondary propulsion of some kind, in your time off, even if it's strings tied to pigeons.

The question of what kind of a wind you yourself are, is a fascinating one, though possibly not relevant to your navigation, except in a meta sense. While I'm fairly well aware of the effect of other people in my life, I do not know what kind of a wind I am. Most days, I strongly suspect I am a light and fickle one. I have a remote idea of the kind of effect I would like to have, in my best and most awake moments. But the thoughts are not yet clear; and anyway I am so far from that, in means and abilities, that I put the thoughts away, for secret safekeeping. One thing at a time.
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To-Do Lists and Time Travel [Nov. 19th, 2009|07:56 am]
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The keeping of to-do lists, with any regularity and for an appreciable length of time, becomes an exercise in time travel and tribal relations.

The to-do list is a time capsule, containing missives and pleas to your future selves. The action items are messages thrown across chasms which start as shallow ditches, but within minutes and mere hours widen into bottomless ravines.

The you of the present moment, if you have your wits and will about you, control a sphere of the world that is, at worst, several minutes in diameter, and at best, if you have good focus, hours, and if you are truly in the zone, a whole day. Beyond that, and certainly overnight, lies the chasm of the future. When looked at from a certain perspective, you die during the night. Fortunately, unless your heart actually stops beating, a fresh clone of you is created the next morning, and helpfully preloaded with (most of) the memories and personalities of the you that existed the day before. The same process is repeated the next day; these individuals, being born and dying anew each day, are the tribe of your future selves, closer than family.

The main question here is this: Why is it not trivially easy to carry out items on your own to-do list? And the answer is: Because the one writing the list, and the one carrying it out are two different people.

So, in order to get most anything done (unless it can be accomplished here and now), you get into the business of sending messages -- letters, emails, IMs, scribbles on bar napkins or pristine bulleted lists -- to your future selves, hoping that they'll find them, read them, hopefully understand what they mean, care enough about you, their ancestor, and finally be persuaded to actually carry out these tasks that you set them. They may remember you fondly, but they will be strangers in a subtle but real way.

Unless the illusion of continuity, the feeling that you are a single unbroken organism moving through time, is particularly strong in your mind, you must fully grasp your situation, and come to terms with the fact that you yourself cannot do much, but must rely on persuading your tribe of future selves to accomplish tasks for you.

The way you choose to carry out your campaign of persuasion depends on your personal style. You can get royal-authoritarian, and simply command them (are they not your temporal children?), assign punishments, or offer rewards for obeying your orders. You can use guilt, fear, and loathing ('send email to so-and so' has been on your to-do list for a year! for shame!). You can give them inspirational speeches, rally them like a politician. You can impose on their kindness as on the kindness of friends and family.

I keep using the word tribe, because essentially, in building up the discipline to consistently accomplish your tasks, you are setting up a culture (spread out in time instead of space, and consisting of your future selves rather than neighbors), a small village, a tribe. Customs and laws have to be set down, respected, enforced. If you're going the authoritarian route, the villagers have to obey their chief. If that's not in place, something else has to be -- your future selves have to at least like and respect their neighbors (predecessors and ancestors). It helps to establish customs and politenesses -- if you helped and obeyed your past selves, your future selves will likely respect you more, and will be more likely to help you in turn.
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Map - Dire Events and Effects on Me [Jan. 25th, 2009|10:05 pm]
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Being proactive rules. It's kind of the mark of being human, of being sentient. But.. you know. It's fucking hard. It's a quest, a destination, at least for me.

So to say that a lot of my life is not a reaction to events would be... wildly inaccurate. I react to external events.

And (though this is not quite the post to explain it) I want to have a general parity, an equal correspondence of direness of events to drasticness of changes. Whereas mostly, dire and profound events happen, with not enough dire consequences. Or, no, more importantly, not enough dire changes within me.

So here's a snapshot of the inside of my mind -- possible events, and most likely consequences.

Map 4 - Dire Events and Causes

General instructions for sentients:
1) Compose your own charts, column A: Events, column B: Changes.
2) Exercise your change muscles. Get to the point where you can reach way high up on column B with no external excuses from column A.
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[Diary] A Monday [Jan. 12th, 2009|12:45 pm]
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The first Monday after being laid off from my full-time job feels.. like a busy Sunday.

The heating oil ran out yesterday. This is highly displeasing -- we just put in $200's worth, a quarter of a tank, the day before we left for Cleveland. Two weeks later (with us away for the holidays), the oil is completely gone.
The main culprit is the fact that our landlord (who is well-meaning but not exactly on top of things) was installing a pellet stove in our fireplace. He was unsuccessful in his installation (so now we have to hunt down contractors or dealers who will service it), and it left a gap the width of my arm to the open chimney, through which warm air whooshes out. Plus the thermostat is old, and I suspect runs the heater longer than necessary. Plus the windows are un-insulated. We'll solve all of these problems and soon, but for now it's very aggravating.

So I scrambled to get new oil delivered, the pan drained and the heater restarted. Before that, I had some serious overdue work that I owed to [info]tithenai, making the layout for the Winter issue of her zine -- check it out, btw, Goblin Fruit Winter 09 issue. And of course the house needs to be cleaned in preparation for guest (Cat is out doing the shopping and picking him up at the airport).

[info]passionandsoul is coming to visit, staying with us before Arisia. (When Cat wrote her post about arete, I cast about in my mind for other people who I know that are like that. Lee is the first one that came to mind. (The other one would be Avi Bryant, creator of DabbleDB and the insanely good Seaside framework)). I miss him, and am looking forward to it.

There's a long list of leads, suggestions and resume links from all of you amazing helpful people that commented on both Cat's and my "Ack I'm laid off!" posts. Thank you, everybody! I have much resume-updating and emailing to do later today.

There's so much I want to say, about being at sea, career-wise, at this moment. I have plans, ideas, many projects to work on. I have a hopeful and humble attitude. I need and want.. for this to transform me, a sea-change, for this event to help spring me to the next level, work-wise. We'll see how I fare.
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Compost Heap, Coffee [Jul. 14th, 2008|02:17 pm]
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We've started a compost bin (to empty out onto the compost heap in the back yard) a month or two ago.

So far, I've been amusing myself greatly by pretending I'm a Martian colonist, or a Fremen from Dune.

"Must not waste preciouss organic matter!"

Also, partly on [info]tithenai's recommendations, and partly on my father's, I've started up brewing my coffee at home in the Turkish style (very finely ground, boiled in a pot on the stove). Damn, but that is good stuff! It feels deeply satisfying and hyperreal, like a small coffee elemental in my cup.
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Leveled up people [Jun. 13th, 2008|12:58 pm]
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I alwaysoften see people in their leveled-up form.

I'll be talking to somebody (this mostly happens in person, and very occasionally online), and the thoughts pop into my head, and I can see them so clearly. I can see them calm, gleeful, strong, wily, slightly dangerous, quietly happy in a very real way, doing exactly what they want and need to be doing, surrounded by the people that fit them. I can see their ideal, high-level, epic versions of themselves, where their brows are serene and their gaze without background sadness. Where life asks everything of them, all their skill and effort and talent and creativity, and they live up to it, where their abilities are used fully and completely.

It's different for every person, of course, and I don't see exact detail. Take this girl making sandwiches at Panera, the other day. As I handed her the money, going through a lunchtime transaction on autopilot, I could see her. As a hunter, as a river pirate, as a wartime sniper, as a personal assistent to a high-powered executive, as a dairy farmer with a large household to run. The particulars are fuzzy, but I could clearly picture what her face would look like, what her expression would be when she was in that exact perfect place that life demanded of her.

If I have talked to you in person, chances are I've thought this about you. I don't know why this happens; it doesn't come with any more useful insight. I don't know what path you should take, to get to that place. I don't know whether or not you'll ever get there (some of you will, and some won't), and for all I know, you might be already there, already deeply happy.

As for me, as for the ideal version of myself, I sometimes catch glimpses of what he's like. I know what the muscles of my face will feel like, when I'm him. I know what his laugh will be like (not too different from mine...), and how he'll look at the world. In some cases, I have some ideas of what actions I should take (I am even taking some of them slowly; it's hard, the usual battle with fear and inertia, boring to talk about). In others, I have no idea whatsoever, and am always looking for books and teachers.

You know how it is.
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Wired Cities [Jan. 22nd, 2008|11:49 am]
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I'm sure you've seen this Wired article that talks about how Technology Brings Us Closer Together, makes it more interesting to live in cities than to spread apart and telecommute.

And I just wanted to bring that up again, to say I can completely vouch for this.

My local, physical, human life is so much richer because of tech. Almost every single one of my local and remote friends I owe to the Net. Also, my entire dating history, from 17 years old and onwards. My house, my car, my boat, my profession -- all due to the Net.

And the article is right, it makes living in cities, living close to your friends, that much more interesting and easier. I have certainly got to know my home city way more than I ever would have without technology. And, given just a couple of minutes of net research (most of the time due to low-key sites like Yahoo Yellow Pages), every new and strange city that I'm planning to visit suddenly opens up and becomes familiar, dotted with circles of light and civilization.

I raise my cup to cities, to friends, and to this beautiful hideous series of tubes that encircles our planet.
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ConFusion, Bookstore, Boat Show [Jan. 17th, 2008|05:29 pm]
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Random thoughts:

* What not to do: Do NOT pour windshield wiper fluid into the brake fluid container. Especially while trying to suavely show a new car owner ([info]grailquestion) how easy and safe it is to refill one's wiper fluid.

If you do (aside from trying to minimize the damage and sop up the windshield fluid with gas station paper towels), this means that you will need to flush all the fluids from your brake system. No joke, look it up -- wiper fluid is a solvent, and will fuck up your entire brake system if left untreated. Get your car to your favorite repair shop (in my case, the Lusty Wrench in Cleveland Heights, who do fantastic, award-winning work at insanely reasonable prices) immediately.

* We went to the IX Center indoor Boat Show last night. It's always fun to look at sailboats and the various random vendors. But the show has diminished so much over the last several years! Possibly because of the economy, and the vicious circle of high exhibitor prices and not much sales resulting in less exhibitors coming the next year, which results in less attendees, and so on. But there were only two sailboat exhibitors (showing a tiny handful of Hunter, Beneteau and Hanse sailboats) -- gone were the (local!) Tartan, C&C, Island Packet, and so on.

If it wasn't for the fact that we get free tickets from our marina each year, and that it's kind of a tradition now -- we've been going almost every year since like 1990, and it's something bonding to do with my dad, I would not readily go.

Now, the Annapolis Boat Show, that's another matter. That, I would love to attend this year.

* This weekend, Cat, Ferrett and I are heading down to ConFusion 2008. If you're attending, see you there!

* The The Secret Headquarters, an L.A.-based comic book store, is one of the best combinations of concept, web site design, and physical store design that I have ever seen.

See also the even more mind-bogglingly beautiful Boekhandel Selexyz Dominicanen, an 800-year old church converted into a bookstore (found via [info]regyt's post pointing to a Guardian article about the Top 10 Bookstores In The World).
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U.S. by Boat - Part 2 [Jun. 7th, 2007|12:24 pm]
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I love rivers.

Sailing down its rivers is like seeing a country naked.

As with the railroads, the prominence of rivers and canals in the psyche of americans has faded. And yet just as with railroads, waterways continue to be crucially important for the economy due to their sheer efficiency -- on average, a gallon of fuel can move a ton of cargo 59 miles by truck, 202 by railroad, and 514 by a barge (so says the great sage Wikipedia).

So the waterways are there, actively developed or at least preserved from the past, but few people know or think much about them. They are somewhat secret and apart, a second America.

They fascinate and call to me.

My first thought was -- I want to see the U.S. from the water. Even the most landlocked states have large lakes or reservoirs, and since my boat is trailerable, I'd be able to sail in each and every state.

But then I thought, wait, now what if you never left the water? How many states could you actually get to (in a 26 foot boat)? So, after our trip on the Mississippi River, I started counting and thinking about it.

Here's how the numbers break down (I realize that I forgot to count Rhode Island in my poll, so those numbers were slightly off).

3: the three states touching on Lake Erie -- Ohio, Pennsylvania and New York.

8: + the states reachable by the Great Lakes -- Minnesota, Wisconsin, Illinois, Indiana, Michigan

26: + the East Coast and the Gulf of Mexico states, by one of several ways: you can get from Erie to Lake Ontario (there is a lock and an alternate river channel to get around Niagara Falls), and from there to the St. Lawrence Seaway. I hear it's fairly cold (except briefly in the summer) up north where the St. Lawrence meets the Atlantic, and there are whales. Or you can take one of several canals (from Erie, from Ontario, etc) to the Hudson River, and end up in the Atlantic at New York City. There, you can go down the ocean coast (or via the Intracoastal Waterway) and into the Gulf of Mexico. Also, Vermont looks land-locked, but you can actually reach it via Lake Champlain, itself reachable via a canal from St. Lawrence.

31: + the 3 West Coast states, Alaska and Hawaii, via the Panama Canal. Obviously, this would take a while, hugging the coast all the way up and down Central America to go through the Panama Canal. Also, while Hawaii is theoretically possible (as in, connected by water) so as to be counted, it would be extremely dangerous and impractical on a little 26 foot sailboat; I would never actually try that (but switch to a bigger boat).

37: + the eastern states reachable by the Mississippi and Ohio Rivers (WV, KY, TN, MO, IA, AR). From Lake Michigan via a canal in Chicago, you can reach the big river and much of the midwest. I think you used to be able to reach the Ohio River from the great lakes, through a canal, but that is no longer operational (so you have to reach Ohio from Mississippi). These are old, powerful, well-developed waterways that helped form this country. We got a little bit of a taste for the Mississippi last year, but of course I want to see its whole length. I'm also entranced by the Allegheny and Ohio Rivers, and want to plan a trip on them sometime soon.

42: + the states reachable by the Missouri River. The Missouri starts in, and is navigable all the way up to Montana (at least it looks that way, this has to be confirmed by charts), and goes through Kansas, Nebraska, and North and South Dakota, and joins the Mississippi just north of St. Louis, MO.

44: + Oklahoma via the Arkansas River and Idaho via the Snake River. Forming at the base of the Rockies in Colorado and joining the Mississippi, much of the Arkansas River has been made navigable and turned into the McClellan-Kerr Arkansas River Navigation System. Similarly, the Snake River is developed and navigable, and joins up with the Columbia River and into the Pacific. (I didn't know about Idaho, actually -- this was pointed out to me by [info]dr_nebula and later [info]darlox; at the time of the original counting, I thought Colorado was more accessible than it is. See below.)

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As [info]darlox points out, you cannot actually reach North Dakota and Montana via the Missouri -- there is a dam with no lock at Gavins Point.
So:
42 states

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This far I am reasonably sure. Now comes the hard part; not much hope for these states.

+1 if the Arkansas River is navigable past Tulsa, Oklahoma into Colorado. The dams and reservoirs of the McClellan-Kerr Arkansas River Navigation System officially end at Tulsa. Beyond that, the river gets a bit thin and shallow, but it looks remotely possible. Will have to research.

+2 if the Colorado River connected with the Pacific Ocean at Baja. However, all signs indicate that it does not -- it looks iffy on the satellite map, and Wiki says "The lower course of the river is essentially a trickle or a dry stream today due to use of the river as Imperial Valley's irrigation source." Also, I'm not sure there are locks to enable boats to pass through the Hoover Dam and the Davis Dam, on the way. Very frustrating! However, the Colorado River and Lake Mead would give access to Arizona and Nevada.

? - Utah. The Colorado River goes up to Utah, through the Westwater Canyon. However, aside from the problems with that river as stated above, at Westwater it gains rapids and whitewater, and is not navigable by the sailboat.

? - Wyoming. This is another close call. The Snake River flows through Idaho and into Wyoming, however, just at it falls into the Palisades Reservoir below Irwin, Idaho, there is an impassable dam without a lock (at least it looks that way, on satellite). So frustrating, since the Palisades Reservoir flows into Wyoming, and looks quite beautiful and navigable. A near miss, by about 10 miles. There are also various rivers that flow into the Missouri -- like the Madison River, for example, but again, how navigable they are is questionable.

? - New Mexico. [info]mishamish claims that the Red River flows out of New Mexico and into the Mississippi, but I'm not seeing it. The Canadian River does flow into the Arkansas River, but the question is just how navigable it is -- it sounds very shallow unless during rainy season. Again, more research needed.

The interesting thing is that all 50 states could be reachable, if some of those southwestern rivers were more developed for boat traffic. Obviously it's not a priority (and water is scarce down in those parts anyways, just ask Los Angeles).

Now I have to scheme as to how to actually do this, to visit as much of the U.S. by boat as possible. Most likely in parts, but still. I'd love to see how far one can get.
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Four Gates To The City [Apr. 30th, 2007|08:04 am]
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Every city has its gates, which need not be of stone. Nor need soldiers be upon them or watchers before them. At first, when cities were jewels in a dark and mysterious world, they tended to be round and they had protective walls. To enter, one had to pass through gates, the reward for which was shelter from the overwhelming forests and seas, the merciless and taxing expanse of greens, whites, and blues -- wild and free -- that stopped at the city walls.

In time the ramparts became higher and the gates more massive, until they simply disappeared and were replaced by barriers, subtler than stone, that girded every city like a crown and held in its spirit. Some claim that the barriers do not exist, and disparage them. Although they themselves can penetrate the new walls with no effort, their spirits (which, also, they claim do not exist) cannot, and are left like orphans around the periphery.

To enter a city intact it is necessary to pass through one of the new gates. They are far more difficult to find than their solid predecessors, for they are tests, mechanisms, devices, and implementations of justice. There once was a map, now long gone, one of the ancient charts upon which colorful animals sleep or rage. Those who saw it said that in its illuminations were figures and symbols of the gates. The east gate was that of acceptance of responsibility, the south gate that of the desire to explore, the west gate that of devotion to beauty, and the north gate that of selfless love. But they were not believed. It was said that a city with entryways like these could not exist, because it would be too wonderful. Those who decide such things decided that whoever had seen the map had only imagined it, and the entire matter was forgotten, treated as if it were a dream, and ignored. This, of course, freed it to live forever.
~ From Winter's Tale by Mark Helprin
Cities connect to each other, some dark, glittering network, they know each others’ secrets, they pass each other’s fluids down sluices of concrete and thatch and creaking, swinging iron.
~ Under In The Mere by Catherynne M. Valente
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The gates are paramount -- I believe it. Now whether or not I agree with Helprin's particular gates, is another matter. Desire to explore? Makes perfect sense. You certainly start to own a city, to fit it, the more obsessed you are with exploring it. Acceptance of responsibility? Ok, I can sort of see it, a city is all about accepting a set of responsibility in return for benefits. Although I bet this is a very rare one. But devotion to beauty, selfless love, as gates to the city? Exactly what city are we talking about (I know Helprin is mostly talking about New York, but still)? Perhaps it is a failure of imagination on my part, but I would think devotion to beauty and selfless love are yogas completely independent of place (now that I think about it, so might be the other two of his gates, but these ones especially so).

But what are the gates, then? Some strange mix of personal and universal, for each city, I would imagine. Had I enough time and devotion, I might get the reigning queens and kings of New York city to share their gates with me, even one. And here, after living in Cleveland for 18 years, I have somehow found them and passed through them (or maybe not, not fully), but unconsciously -- and do I know enough about them to help an outsider pass through them? Possibly. [info]khiron1416 knows of some, and [info]vrax. Hell, all of our local Cleveland peoples, whether native or transplanted, probably have their own.

What are the gates to your city? Have you passed them? ([info]owlswater, has your mercilessly golden city accepted you into its fold?)
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How to discover your life purpose [Jun. 27th, 2006|12:33 pm]
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Here's what Steve Pavlina, an amazing guy and an insightful blogger, says on How to discover your life purpose in about 20 minutes:

1. Take out a blank sheet of paper or open up a word processor where you can type (I prefer the latter because it’s faster).
2. Write at the top, “What is my true purpose in life?”
3. Write an answer (any answer) that pops into your head. It doesn’t have to be a complete sentence. A short phrase is fine.
4. Repeat step 3 until you write the answer that makes you cry. This is your purpose.

This suggestion stuns me. So far, I've been slightly afraid to try it (afraid that I secretly don't have a purpose? Or that I do, and it will kick my ass?). But I will.
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Remarkable Coffee Houses [Sep. 22nd, 2005|11:27 am]
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There are lots of good coffee houses. If you pick a decent location, stick to a consistent theme or design, train your staff well, and basically don't make hideous mistakes, chances are you'll do ok.
And even more than ok -- I know of many coffee houses, no more noteworthy than a well-located Starbucks or Caribou, that are simply full, pretty much all of the time, and haul in a steady flow of money.
The indie places, you know the kind, with cozy couches and friendly punk-looking baristas, fair trade coffee and open mic nights, also can do well -- they are clear on what they stand for, and attract a certain loyal niche of customers.

But what would make a coffee house truly remarkable? To stand out, to turn heads, to make up for a non-optimal location, or to compete with well-heeled and time-honored establishments like the national chains and the generic indie coffeehouses (they do blend together, if you think about it)?

Imagine that you have a coffee house. It used to be a bank building, a surprisingly cozy-looking brick box, standalone, with decent parking, and lots of windows. Location is not perfect, it's not at a busy shopping mall or other hotspot, but it's decent -- on a major commercial street, not too far from a highway exit. Then it was converted to a coffee house, decorated nicely, complete with a Bean Vault (where the money vault used to be) that makes a cozy nook in addition to the main seating area. But the coffee house went out of business, who knows why. Maybe competition from Starbucks a mile down the street, maybe incompetent management, maybe the location's not as good as you think. But the property is yours now, and you, mad thing that you are, have decided to reopen it as a coffee house of your own.

How would you make it remarkable? What would make a segment of the population say, "Damn, that's fucking awesome! I'm there!"?

Some thoughts off the top of my head, not necessarily for simultaneous implementation:

* My first thoughts turn to tech - a cybercafe. Free Wi-Fi access, a given these days, but also Internet terminals (free or inexpensive), and possibly a couple of old arcade games.

* Open 24 hours (assuming the city legislation allows it). Such a simple thing, but so badly lacking in many urban and suburban areas. This has a slight tendency to shift your customers towards a certain type, college students and other such ruffians, but that may be what you're looking for.

* Topless baristas, both genders (again, allowing for legislation). Or ones wearing aprons-only. Like a strip club, but with coffee, and no stages or lap dances, just the baristas (at a safe distance, behind counters).

Think of the most amazing coffee houses you've been in. What made them so? And, given one of your own, what would you do?
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