the turning gears.

Time never stops or takes a break, it marches on and on and on...
I feel like Time, my time more specifically, is slowly running out from under me. The pressure to make the statement that I have always felt could give my life the value I ashamedly always felt I deserved is starting to feel over bearing. The pressure is nothing new, my struggle to find myself is implicit in this blogs existence. That is what this is about...

Yet Time marches on.

I find that randomness and circumstance are often misdiagnosed as common occurrences. When we study history we look at actions that are finished and we use hindsight to examine motivations and spot patterns which outline of the cognizant gears that move a human mind. This is where I am in folly, for using the past to see into the future is a ruse of the Machine. Humanity is individual and immediate it is folly to manipulation and to misrepresentation. A human being is capable of moving in all directions at once, and this is a problem for the machine.

Well Lets Continue Shall We.

I tend to see patterns and regular trends in the world around me which I try to process and use as a justification for my actions.
Collecting inputs acting accordingly this is how all things act.

Well if we look at all of these things as moving parts, then in order to change our disappointments, minimize our regrets, and create a more stable and happier direction we must either A.) Shift our paradigms away from the truth.
Thereby ignoring the bad and explaining away the causes to obstacles that will ultimately build up and overtake
OR
B.)Change the inputs and the moving parts in our artificially create our immediate surroundings so as to facilitate optimization.

Reduce, Reuse, Recycle.

And nothing here maybe revolutionary but lets analyze.
First Option B for this is the Machine at work. Depending on ones personality this is either easier or more difficult, but it has many downfalls. For one I have always found that taking on this kind of lifestyle takes away the human factor in the grind against the machine. Who will remember you when you throw away your interpersonal relationships for selfish ambition. Who will care if you earned or achieved or created something that could have been just as easily been reproduced by a robot, with the correct programming.

Don't make the argument here that we are all robots, that is not what this is about.
We are not robots, we may all be programming one another, but that does not a robot make.

Option A isn't an action, its a a fancy footloose over self delusion. Creating your own reality is absolutely fundamental to being human. Living life without a personal philosophy is possible, but absolutely unacceptable in my eyes.

Option B is as inhumane as humanity can get. Replacing broken parts, and avoiding negative influences, you might as well rip off your own arm or only spend your time with "a better class of people."

So I got all the way here and still no answers. Nothing new anyway.
But I feel like I should leave something behind in case this pace continues and I run out of time before I finish.

"If you bullshit the world around you, the world will give you bullshit back."

-edited
Both Options A and B are black holes, the Middle ground Option C, can be found in Conviction

-Federico

Barack Hussein Obama 44th President of the United States of America

Hope.

Change.

The politicking of such exotic topics seemed all too alien when it came out from the mouth of the most foreign sounding political nominee too ever run for office. All election, he looked so much different than everyone else, he stuck out at every political convention like a sore thumb.

Congratulations.

Maybe this country is ready to believe in something different. This man has placed upon himself a huge burden of expectations that he may not be able to live up to. But good for him for trying. The times they are tough, and the people need the hope. The situation is sever and he creates within himself a rallying point to come together. This country needs to stay together, for individually we are weak, but together America is strong.

I am so proud.
That he could create this hope in the first place.
That America has lived up to the Democratic fairytale we were told growing up.
That for once more people in this country can dream themselves to the top.
That more people of every demographic stood up on election day and demanded to be heard

In the history of politics in America, voter turnout has never accurately represented the actual adult population inhabiting this continental space. American suffrage has come along way and so too has America’s own irrational ignorance. "One vote can't make a difference" , "All Politicians are all the same".

No they Aren't, and Yes we Can

America is social contract between a large group of people, and a record number of people moved policy, made a decision, overcame fear mongering, and dared to Hope tonight.
This election result is epic. I believe that whatever tomorrow brings today will go down in history as a positive turning point for civilization. I am getting a little ahead of myself but do not allow yourself to be mad for having great expectations. Those expectations aren't a manipulation that burden you, he will carry that burden. Move forward and embrace the very fact that we can feel this alive in this time about our future as a people. Watch him for he wants to be watched and help him when he asks for your help. He will need all the help he can get.

Federico Cuellar
(edited)

Navigating the Machine

I always meant to continue writing in this blog. But every time I tried, I would fumble over disrupting the beauty of "Here Goes Nothing" being the last words that the blog ever processed.

I guess I see writing as a weapon at I can use to fight against time. I write in hope of creating a permanent reminder of where my thoughts came from and where they were. Time and The Machine lurch forward forever feasting on our values and opinions constantly moving and turning us. It is few the individuals whom can reverse this parasitic relationship, whom can steer time and history, set policy, and be remembered.

I have a sexual obsession with word choice. By this I don't mean to say that I obsess over it, but it does obsess me. When I think about stringing together sentences I enjoy never actually thinking about, thinking about which words I am going to use. I was telling someone recently that my language was as much a surprise to me as it is to anyone else. Like a jack in the box that is forever exploding into my thoughtscape I only read whatever my next word is that pops up.

Attaching such a silly notion as permanence to something so fickle as words is then the most ridiculous endeavor I have ever attempted, and yet here I write.

I will try and write more, but it won't get any better. The machine eats my words, so I use this machine to fight back. type-ity type type. You are just a witness to my pointless battle.

For your homework assignment today boys and girls, think about writing, and try to jot down a couple of lines about language. When you are done, try and take those ideas and make them into a compelling meta narrative that someone with a completely alien history might read and respond to. If in 90 years someone responds, You win. If no one responds. Then the Machine won, and you are another casualty of time.

Don't forget to Double Space after a period.