Alaska Miller

So I went to see about the future, dripped and drunk on a daily basis.

One day you wake up and it doesn’t even feel like the future, it just feels like today. And you have enough troubles today to deal with without thinking about what’s happening tomorrow, next to you, above you, below you, and most often times before you.

It adds up, near years eve isn’t about celebration or capstoning. It’s a tap of a chess clock, it’s a ding of a timer, it’s the blink of an oven light. It’s both valuable, and valueless because not a single person on this world truly knows the value of something, of anything. 

You have 18 years before these rugrats surrounded by multitouch devices enter the work force. 18 years before a human craps on Mars, before we clamor for immigrants because deep down we all know no one likes babies. 18 years before there will be more robots than people. These are just upper limits.

The future, and really just life, is a but a series of other people’s plans. Day in, day out. Most make them, some stick with them, only a few have effect. But if you’re not reaching for that 1% why the fuck are you here? 

If you see it, if you get it, if you believe it then be clear, be real, be great. Are you there yet? Welcome to another year.

I miss fighting the night. I miss days of being wild. I miss creating. I miss writing. I miss fooling. Nowadays I sit at the table hungry, to nod, learn grace, and accept. Because dreaming is fun but I want something more risky than change, more important than fame, more powerful than money—I want effect.

Buy my mom a house. Give the rest away. Then make it again. What if we all did that?

Often days finding myself feeling more like P. T. Barnum looking at the world.

via ardenashley

Smiling from cheek to cheek :]

Everything is adding up.

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Realizing that maybe you can live your life right and still endure suffering. Because that’s just life. There’s no great plan, no grand destiny, it is what it is. And so then maybe the money I give Carl or the food I buy for Dave is replaced by their vices. That’s just how it’s going to be, one handler or another. 

It’s hard getting away these days.

Getting away with the two dollar sale of bullshit that something is cheaper, faster, better, stronger, thinner, friendlier, simpler, smarter, cooler, nicer, hotter, lighter, darker, sleeker, sexier, manlier, hipper, truer.

New gets geek deconstructed instantly and laid bare while bloggers can work up to any soapbox in any format and size to declare.

But maybe then it’s also getting easier. To know, to do, to see, to try, to go, to be. Each giving us power to realize—that fear, of anything, isn’t that bad. That we have better insight about what’s scarier, riskier, or stranger.

The way things are now? That’s the deal. You wake up each day willing and able to play the game of games. Your time can be occupied with the pursuit of justice, liberty, happiness for all. Or for you only. That’s just how it’s made here in America.

She maybe imperfect, but she’s my imperfection.

Not about who you know, but really, who knows you.

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I watched this for three hours.

1st rule of social: you share when you’re happy. Guess how I’ve been lately.

It’s been awhile.

Who else read through their archive then sat there rocking back and forth from embarrassment? Woah, what a crazy kid.

‘Cause maybe I see Gen Y references more and more in print, they’re ratcheting up the generation war. I see Occupy and see kids upvoting and downvoting the revolution one pair of spirit fingers at a time. I see my heroes dying, and my dead heroes forgotten. 

I see old friends that didn’t know the internet now showing off their babies online. I see reminders of dead friends’ birthday, emails of far flung friends’ new lives, and check tweets of people I keep hoping to know. It’s been three years, I’ve been hoping for the wrong things.

I see how people will not like it until people have followed it, will not read it until people have saved it, will not touch it until people have tagged it, and I see how people will not see things until their friends have. At least we’re blind together.

I see that we’re getting to know everyone faster and easier, I see that inevitably what’s novel is being asocial. I see things as inevitable and have been pretty good at predicting things to be so. They say this is what happens when you’re old. 

I see kids gunning for my job, applying for jobs I want, I see myself doing bigger jobs. I see cameras that know you better than yourself and I see bling-blongs everywhere that lets you pinch, caress, and molest. I see people checking into fake realities more willingly than live their real life and I see more real people offline away from their fake online constructs. 

I wrestle with power more, doing the right things even if I don’t have to. I contemplate selling out every single fucking day, but each day I hold out the higher the price I command. But, man, power makes life so easy because I get to do things my old crooked ways.

I see now that you can’t have wealth without work, can’t have pleasure without conscience, can’t have knowledge without character, can’t have commerce without morality, can’t have science without humanity, can’t worship without sacrifice, can’t have politics without principle, and can’t have rights without responsibilities. Your life is where your line is.

I see pot legitimized but because of DMT I no longer fear death. Because of psilocybin I no longer fear life. Because of LSD I better understand my ego. Because of MDMA I fell in love with who I am today. Do drugs but don’t do stupid shit on drugs. More importantly don’t be old, bored, and doing drugs. None of that fits.

I see people no longer wondering if there’s a war. I remember war, but the war I remember wasn’t like the war I didn’t get to fight. I still see racism, and I see it applicable to me as well to others. I see the hopelessness of the streets and remember how I wandered aimlessly because I was bored.

Girls are easier to talk to but discovering that only made me realize how boring they are to talk to. We treat hot people much too well. But, man, I gotta tell you, a cute gal with a tasteful tattoo still gets my crank going. Now, instead, I go right up and tell her, and I tell her when I’m bored.

I see love but it’s clearer there’s much more depth than cards can describe, than flowers can repair, than a blowjob can destroy. The adult kind of love is nice but I miss my kind of love. I don’t miss my kind of heartbreak. I see how I lost my head too easily.

I still see fake people, but now I sniff them too. I say maybe much less and no much more often. I don’t see my old self when I see the mirror, though I don’t quite yet see my future. I tell myself every day is someone’s some day, some day is everyone’s day, today be good.

I see all this. And I used to give too much credit to others in assuming they see it too. But we all live different lives, in varied states of living, and grappling with a varied set of problems. So now I don’t assume and rather outright tell you, I don’t have time to fuck around.

That’s why they call me a genius.

I tell them I never saw it that way.

Give me a call when you can.

That’s what age and experience do to you.

The Fire.

Do you know how fire works?

When you brush oxygen molecules with carbon molecules in a gentle manner, they will resist each other. Richard Feyman describes it as a volcano. Imagine carbon the volcano and oxygen the ball that travels up that steep hill. Sometimes it slides back but that one time, that one time an oxygen manages to cling to a carbon we get fire. A living, breathing, yearning force.

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Four years ago the crazies gathered in front of the steps of Congress for a revolution march built around the liberty elf Ron Paul. They emphasized love aspect in the revolution. Because you can’t sell a revolution with gore. The event was organized by some random joe that later spent donation money on a blimp ad, billed as a march down the chocolate city to change popular opinion, to change policy, to change the country. 

Only the crazies showed up.

The ones that really believed they could change the world. The ones that really believed they want to accomplish something. And the ones that believed they accomplished. The ones that know the future and the ones that hawk prescriptions with a price.

But they showed up.

And they’ve kept showing up. Under different banners, at different times, and at different places. But what you can’t be sure of is whether a legitimate government cares the will of its people. But how could you?

What’s happening now in our eleventh year of the new millenium is entering into anness folles, or the Crazy Years. The last time this happened was Boardwalk Empire. Something is changing whereby everyone has a decision to make: do you see something wrong?

Some people won’t ever see the fire that’s burning around us, but there are those that do. And those people have been pushed too far. Over the past month we’ve seen the emotional response of disenfrenchisees in New York. That’s why those that only see logic and order don’t understand what Occupy Wall Street’s goals are and why those that see the fires reply back that’s not point.

Real world is maturing. Cyberspace is growing up. A whole generation of kids are now growing up with Facebook as their entire identity online. Behind them are a generation of kids that have apps and kids that have parents don’t even understand what an app is. Living in a world that will soon trust a Facebook profile over a government issued identification. But this has always been what’s happening, these fires that burn reliably over the years. Fed by aspirations, dreams, effort, and smothered by apathy.

Do you see the world burning around you? 

It’s always bene this way. You’re just now finally seeing it.

Sunset Club, 10/16

tyleroakley:

Take note.

Give it away.

Give it all away. Instead of entrusting your unearned wealth via taxation to a government that ignores the will of its citizens, conducting trillion dollar wars, willfully ignore financial investment rules—which these days has been corrupted where estate taxes are thrown out the window, prosecute people over marijuana possession, and grants free medical care to the select few.

Give it away so that others can have enough.

But no, it’s all about you and your nobility for protesting. Because instead of voting you want to wholesale outright reject the system.

Oh, honey, you’re as useless as Russell Simmons. 

We inherit from those before us and we grant to those behind us. But what’s inconsequential can turn out to be costly. Remember this.