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September 2, 2010
Information Frequency Theory: information IS energy
A summary of my Information Frequency Theory.
Just as Energy can not be created or destroyed nor can Information.
That is to say that all the information that has ever existed in the universe still exists today and will continue to exist until the end of this universe.
The reason you don’t know everything there is to know is the same reason you still have a light bill.
Knowledge has to be harnessed.
Imagine knowledge functioning as waves and you need a certain type of radio to pick up certain frequencies: internal, external , and general (common).
The radio is your brain.
Subconsciousness (closed frequency):
Your thoughts are on a unique internal frequency that only your own brain can pick up. This is why no one can know your thoughts unless you broadcast them (speak). Here you have deep rooted beliefs and fears, the concepts that determine your personality.
Midconsciousness (open/closed frequency):
All worldly knowledge is on a common frequency anyone can surf, ideas most people know and ideas that are socially accepted as factual.
Part of this information forms your functioning pool of intellect on a blended internal and external frequency. These are ideas and concepts that you use everyday along with your general feelings about the world.
Supersconsciousness(open frequency):
The broadest and highest is an external frequency, open to any-and-everyone but social ideas and concepts we internalize throughout our lives time can block our ability to recognize the information available. On this frequency you will find all the great answers; absolute truths, principles of civilization, and universal laws.
In order to acquire as much knowledge as possible you must access all frequencies and be able to interpret all the knowledge available. Just like dogs can hear, better than us and plants can harvest energy from direct sunlight. There are abilities that are gained from sharpening our skills at identifying information on all frequencies of consciousness. The more we can interpret and recognize, the greater our midconsciousness becomes and also the collective consciousness of everyone.
The theory dictates the principles but it is up to each of us to analyze and accept the information that we have access to and not “jam” our signals because of personal fear, or learned concepts of what is possible.
The first step is discovery, the next is application. Converting energy to power is a multi-billion dollar business. If you can apply all the knowledge you have discovered it immediately becomes just as valuable as energy and just as influential as power.
Knowledge is power, information is energy.
Have a happy harvest citizens.
August 13, 2010
the V is for delicious.
To be fair, one of the most beautiful people I have met in recent days heads the kitchen in the V Cafe. So my decision to stop in was not nearly random. My visit was more of an investigation. What exactly is the ‘V’ for? I am always indecisive when I find a new food haven with an appetizing menu. V offers a fresh garden selection of salads and sandwiches that range from a grilled shrimp salad to a BBQ beef sandwich. I really was leaning toward the salmon but I wanted to see how veggie friendly this place was since there is a huge ‘V’ in the front. I got distracted by the name a bit and thought I’d try something from the menu that shared the title of its home. The ‘V’ Grilled Cheese Panini seemed to be calling my name.
While I‘m waiting, I take a stroll around the shop, indulging in the sights of the place. I can’t focus at all, even while my food is being prepared I have to check out the deli fridge and all the distractions it has to offer. Above the fridge I find a cup of mint lemonade. I don’t really like mint but remember, I am investigating. So I order up on the mint-o-nade and I take a sip. It tastes like nothing I’ve ever had before but it is not bad at all. The drink is green but the mint is not too strong, two flavors swimming around each other like mating dolphins, except not. Back to the sights though, I almost buy a turkey croissant in the meantime but the smell of my grilled cheese kisses me on the nose and seduces me patient for a few more minutes. In the jars along the walls there are some market products; mustards, sauces, and some other things I can’t pronounce but they are no less fun to look at.
Enough stalling, the sandwich was divine. I am near certain the secret ingredient was ambrosia. Three cheeses melted together in to a molten blend edging out flavor between onions and peppers. If only the gods were so clever with the culinary arts the world would be a better place.
My eyes are closed now and I think I may be making noises but I am not ashamed. I am in the company of a friend and this sandwich has changed the circumstances and the standard for appropriateness is now different. It is only my trained pallet that reminds me to wash with the mint lemonade and start fresh with the experience of enjoying my plate. Still, I continue without a break until all evidence of a grilled cheese has been removed from the scene. I get up with a smile in my stomach, stretch, and hug the chef but it doesn’t feel like I’m getting special treatment.
My dish was so good I would have had the desire to hug the cook whether I had known them or not. Maybe it was the ambrosia or maybe it was just the atmosphere of the V Cafe that made the whole experience more delectable. The owner and staff were friendly and seemed genuinely interested in me as a person. It’s nice to feel that concern from anywhere servicing your appetite. The V Cafe is on Melrose Blvd one block east of La Cienega. If you find yourself in west Los Angeles it might be good to do your own investigation.
Investigation concluded the V is for delicious.
V Cafe
8164 Melrose Avenue Los Angeles, CA 90046-7013 - (323) 951-9577
August 8, 2010
CPP#1 Elevator Corridor
I don’t always have a quality camera in my hands when I see something that inspires me so I have added this new segment that features interesting shots taken with my cellular phone.
Sometime there is a store behind it, sometimes it is just an image I happen to like.
Enjoy this elevator corridor if you will. The large crack in the ground alludes to the rumble you feel when heavy freight is transported down to the basement.
August 7, 2010
Love Changes Gas’d Event
Ladies and gentleman, it is time to reinvent yourself. It is time to expand your horizons and broaden your capacity for love.
Gas’d presents the Love Changes event, a commemorative celebration of the power of love.
we are all one
August 6, 2010
GenJuice
Imagine a party. Except instead of appetizers you have bagels and instead of everyone being there to have fun, everyone is there to get things done.
GenJuice is a traveling networking tour aimed at bringing together Gen-Y entrepreneurs together so connections can me made.
They say, “As long as one connection is made here, the event is a success.”
Multiple group discussions, guest speakers, and interaction with live online audience made this event a hit.
This is not a conference though, it is based on little more than the idea that if you put a bunch of intelligent creative people in a room together, some great things are bound to happen.
I was able to swing by their last leg in Los Angeles and I’d say that it was not only fun but productive.
I met a gentleman by the name of Angelo that I will be working with in the near future.
I also was able to learn a bit about the hosting venue, a community space I didn’t know was there and is pretty close to my home.
Each of the young ladies has their own mix of experience that makes GenJuice work but together they form a strong team that has thus far been unstoppable.
Though the tour has completed, check out their website and the relaunch of their platform later this year.
I will surely keep you posted.
Best wishes, to Danielle, Virgilia, and Arielle.
find genjuice on their website: genjuice.com
as well as facebook and twitter @meetgenjuice
July 25, 2010
Lucky by Nikki Blak
LUCKY
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It was once said
That the only reason
I had never met the back
Of a boyfriends hand
Was simply because he had chosen
Not to introduce me
I was lucky
Unlike so many women
Landed face first
Into the ridges of a lover’s knuckles
Accidental
And shouldn’t I be grateful
Not proud
To have the distinction
Of never being battered
To wear the word “unscathed” like a badge
Across my intact face
Lucky
Spat in my direction
Like dyke or virgin
In a high school hallway
As if I should hang my head
In shame
Like I should wear a busted lip
In place of my smile
Like I ain’t a woman, until beaten down
As if I ain’t never been kissed before
Like I ain’t been outside my neighborhood
Like life cannot be so simple
Like you ain’t known love until
Your blood has mingled with the sweat
In your hair
And the floor has become
More familiar than the bed
You share with your abuser
Like men cannot be
Innately, consistently,
and unappologetically
Good
For no reason other than
Simply because
They love you
Like I can’t un-do my Great
Grandmother’s mistakes
Like I can’t walk away
Or run away, depending
On what the occasion calls for
Like I can’t call for help
Like I can’t protect myself
Like I would forget
The sharp set of knives
In the kitchen drawer
For me,
There was never any decision to be made
No option to contemplate
Just the merciful restraint
Of men who would string a necklace
Of bruises
Around my clavicle
At the first opportunity
If I hadn’t just been so fuckin’ lucky
There is no place to stash a choice
Between skin and boning
Under the corset of femininity
I’m supposed to cinch myself into
All the better to keep my ribs
Without fractures and in their proper places
Hold my guts inside my body
Keep me propped upright
Doll-like
Incapable,
Only able to bind my daughters’
Masterfully crafted feet
For the beauty of tradition
So that she, like me,
And every woman before her
Will never able to leave
I must understand
That it had nothing to do
With the fact that
I demanded little more
For myself
From myself
And everyone else
Than respect
Not necessarily to be liked
Or even loved right
But to simply keep my face
In one piece
It had nothing to do
With me escaping into the street
Long after midnight one morning
In the midst of an argument
To avoid his anger
Nothing to do with being 18
And breaking up with my boyfriend
Because I recognized the danger
In being called a bitch
Nothing to do with
Unanswered phone calls
And forever ignored voicemails
In the days following
An incident in which a male friend
Leaned in through my open driver’s side window
So that he could properly wring my neck
I guess
I’m lucky
If only my clitoris
Were instead, a penis
I would have a say
As to how I should be treated
Only the abuser has a choice
And it is enough
For the rest of us
To simply wish
That he would decide
not to beat us
Lucky,
To dodge the runaway wrecking ball
Of his fist
Not by ducking
But just by leaving
Before he has the chance
To swing
