Year of the Wood Snake

I'm thinking how many AI ads there are going to be during this year's Superbowl. It reminds me of the 2022 crypto commercials and the crypto crash, or one of the many crypto crashes and booms, and I thought "Great, we are done with this bullshit". There is no end in the Age of Bullshit. Crypto's back, the AI bubble only partly deflated and we have an entire year ahead of us. I turned to divination. 

I cast a hexagram using the I Ching the binary divinator, to see how we will do. Is it wrong for a Northern barbarian to use the I Ching?  Wy am I not casting runes? Well, I'm not a witch. I can't see the future. So I use the ancient Chinese computer to winnow out an interpretation.

Question: Will We The People make it through the Year of the Wood Snake?

(Meaning, how badly will our democratic institutions be eroded? How much more power will the .01% accrue? There will be an artillery battle of lawsuits soaring over our heads, but is there any way for lawsuits to overcome the deep pockets of the Filthy Rich? We couldn't keep the Republic. Can we win it back, or at least fight a continuous rearguard action?

I cast the hexagram and I got one changing line, number 2 in hexagram 64, Unfulfillment. 

Hexagram 64

The changing line 2 (second from the bottom, yang to yin) produces hexagram 35, Advance. Sounds promising.

Before I go into context, I read the changing line's text:

He lifted the front tip of his sash. Good omen.

(Taking small precautions can protect against large mistakes).

I take this too read this is going to be a shit year, but if you prep now, you'll make it through. What do I mean by prep? Not just real life preparations, but the psychic equivalent of checking your tire pressure and oil levels and have a kit in the trunk before going on this road trip.

The Context? It's fun to read. Hexagram 64 .

Sign of the Sacrifice

A little fox, crossing at the shallow

Got its tail wet

There is nothing to be gained.

Hexagram 35.

Marquis Kang presents a herd of horses

The spoils of three victories in a day.

The judgement is there is no advantage to pushing ahead from weakness; therefore rendering unto Caesar is the auspicious course for now.

I can remember the flatulent triumphalism of 2017, Trump 1.0 dullards swaggering around, until it was realized that all that neo-Nazi shit was uncool, and we muddled along until the plague came. Oh sure there were massive protests and pussy hats galore, but it was the incompetence and laziness of Trump's phone-in golf presidency that made things seem normal.

This time out, still a lot of protests and pussy hats, but not so well covered by the media. Not when you've got a skipping dipshit Seig Heiling all over the place. Now Trump & Co can and will do real damage to things. There is the worry of privatisation of government functions (home to so much corruption and waste) but the bigger worry is the chopping down of the federal rainforest. What I mean by that is the federal government is a treasure house, strike that, an Aladdin's cave of precious data and metadata on practically everything. The AI boys sure want a piece of that, as do all the filthy rich, who can't swait to sift it through their filthy hands. I fear it will be eaten up completely. 

It's bad enough to deal with kaiju nation-states, the corporate kaiju have nothing but greed and utility, and they would reduce the world to a zero if they could.

Other things. Any other thing.

It seems as you get older, time moves faster. This is different than time moving slower, which apparently is an actual thing: https://futurism.com/neoscope/humans-access-bullet-time  I have experienced this time dilation during extreme events. One of my favorite recollections is driving east on I-80, contrete bollards set up for only one lane. A truck cab in front of suddenly veered left and hit the bollards. The cab back jumped as it pivoted on its front bumper. If I braked, it collapse on me. If I accelerate, I make it past. That experience was about 30 seconds subjectively and perhaps 2 seconds, real time. I shot past and watched the truck wedge itself diagonally in my rear view mirror, all of I-80 heading east stuck behind it. What a triumphal memory!

But old coot fast time, well it's bad, in that summer shoots by in about two weeks. It's good when the grey dismal stretch of January/February is also reduced to about two weeks. I attribute this time compression to a decrepit and rapidly decomposing brain. Time actually is shorter for me year by year, since, at nearly 68, a year is 1/68th om life. When I five it was 1/5th. 

I do have a memory, my earliest memory of being on the warm concrete patio in our backyard, as a propeller plane went overhead. And it took about three hundred years for that plane to go over. Bright spring day. Periwinkle sky.

Hopefully, it will make the next four years go faster, but that's a copout. Enduring life is no way to go through with life. If things suck, learn to thrive in sucky times. I see no other logical alternative. Why despair when malice is so much more fun?

I am talking about Trump2.0 It will be weirder shit than the first time. Most importantly with Trump having his Howard Beale moment where, with just a whiz of an assassin's bullet, thinks that he is chosen by God. I am convinced this is his mindset. He has always seen himself as the one who should be in charge, but with sanctimony its just the worst. This is worrisome, but I am reminded Trump voters are only 23% of the populace, the Annoying Minority. Unfortunately our system of government leans toward the tyrrany of the minority.

Point being Republican or Democrat the policy is to maintain the status quo of the USA: cheap food, electricity, convencience, modern times. Trump wants to stay with the petrosauruses, Biden wanted to move us to Green (not so green) Energy. Either way we still killl the planet to our best ability (which geohistorically is weak sauce in terms of mass extinctions), and in turn only kill ourselves off. In which case, hey, problem solved.

I much more worried that the logjam on innovation breaks and we get something world changing. Let's try one. Commercial fusion energy under Trump's term and a Golden Age of America actually occurs. Might as well get the Crown out as we have new royalty. (I can't wait to see what Don Jr.s' inbred progeny look like in the 22nd century). Success is the worst thing that can happen, not because of Trump, but because we will just use the gadget to fuck things up more. Because we are punks.

I've heard this meme about how empires only last 250 years and the USA is 246 years old. Meaning what? We couldn't keep the Republic? (Technically we are Republic2.0, 158 years old). Meaning we are an aged doddering Empire? Well, one golden spike for American Empire that is obvious is December 7 1941. So the Empire 84 years old?  How about 1992 the collapse of the Soviet Union and USA the only global superpower standing? The USA is not old. It is a pimply face teenager, a juvenile delinquent.

What better representative than Trump? Who is a punk. And the great adolescents is they either get their asses kicked or realize they are not the asskicker in the room they thought they were. So maybe that is the good we get out of Trump.

Mr. No Foreign Wars gets our asses kicked. And we will deserve it.

 

Wild Chocolate

It is Friday the 10th of January in 2025. For me, born in 1957, 2001 will always be in the future. For me, age 67, I'm still 25 in my head. @ 25 I was a werewolf, a bronze bull. 

I know I am not any of those things, still and all, safer with me than anywhere else in the universe.

I like this book and you might want to read it.

Wild Chocolate By Rowan Jacobsen 

There was a USA chocolate rennaisance in the 2010s, and as usual I sleptwalked through it. I knew about the coffee rennaisance in the 70-80s, but this hunt for heirloom strains of cacao, the source of chocolate Inow know through this book.

Big Chocolate, with plantations mainly in Ghana and Ivory Coast, uses hardy breeds with bitter taste and no flavors. Original cacao is reknowned in Mexico but from the Amazon. If you have read the book 1491 by Charles C Mann you will know that up to 40 million people lived there, with roads and island cities and plantations. Teddy Roosevelt almost perished on an expedition to the Amazon. Like conquistadors before him, he nearly starved in a garden.

Original cacao is callled food of the gods for a reason. Not quite psychedelic but at the least taking the right direction. It's nice to see coarse USA tastes maturing and taking flavor, taking life seriously. Fine chocolate now is sourced directly from indigenous "farms" and is called bean to bar, and savored by locality, reputation, etc. "farms" in quotes because the trees are not a monoculture. It turns out cacao trees really like being at the floor of rain forest, so win/win for farmers and rain forest. 

I had considered a greenhouse of cacao trees up here in the Midwest. I mean, Canada and Iceland grow bananas, tomatoes, and coffee, why not cacao?  Easy to bring sunlight down to 40%, humidity up to 80% and temperatures ranging from (depending on what you want the fruit to do) 80-90F. It turns out the pollinators for cacao are these bitey little mites that leave horrid marks if you scratch them, and they need a rainforest in a greenhouse to survive. Pass on the greenhouse for now.

Florida Vacation

Five days in Cape Coral. Ate well, got some sun, got some color, got some exercise. Alternating nights drinking. Cape Coral has canals, from above it looks like the PacMan game, so walking was a maze. I tried to do the blood sugar walk after each meal, and was 3 out of 5 days doing it. Enough walking to get a tan. I was supposed to lose weight and instead I gained it like a fat fat fatty.

(My kidney doctor scolded me for gaining 7 lbs in three weeks. I was like; the holidays. He said, you are like a starship with only one damaged warp nacelle running. You can't afford any extra mass. You are too tubby of a rocketship. Lose those pounds. That got through my geek skull)

The weather was perfect, the area hideously overdeveloped, businesses cheek to jowl. Still nothing to the auto and diesel smokes tempered in frozen airs of the great Northern cities, Great Lakes Sector. Each inhale of gulf air was a sinus rinse. Wonderful. 

I enjoyed it. And that surprised me how unenjoyable my life has been lately. Not from depression or events, just a general fog of suck.

We went to the beach. The beach was foggy and people freaked. It is always foggy in the winter. The Gulf water was 65F, Lake Michigan in June? temp. Warm air, cold water = fog. The fog burned off. Most people stuck to the shore, but my grand niece from Kansas was determined to get in the ocean. We waded out in the sand shallows. Finally about 20 yards out, we got some big breaking waves. I turn around and almost every kid from the beach is behind me. 

Oh, I realize, I am an adult. I am the adult. The water is safe, with the adult present.

Better still, I'm Grandpa Weed, so we are going to have a fun time. I throw my great niece into the waves, then I have to throw everyone. The kids cavorted in the surf like seals. They played like otters.

Finally I say OK kids we are going in, followed by an Aww and I said Nope In You Go. We waded ashore. It was cool. I led a tribe for a liitle bit. And, you know, my motto:

Safer with me, than anywhere in the universe.