August 28th, 2018

No more alarm clock.

So as said last post ago my only source of ongoing contact is playing alarm clock for my thirty-year-old bio-son. And now I've had enough of *his* abuse and have told him I'm not doing that any more.

We'll still have our 6am (9 his time) scrum, until he gets offended at that too. But since he's absolutely convinced that any attempt at humor is an attempt to make fun of him, that'll be either today or tomorrow.

Which means I've got nothing. Let's see what I can do with it.

Regaining balance

At my peak, in '99, I worked best balancing 5 projects. I could dart around between them, keeping all the plates spinning up to speed, and put in some concentrated focus on one and get back to the other 4 before they slowed down too much to avoid falling.

This week I tried to go from 2 to 3, and I'm not sure, but I seem to have crashed. Not the plates, me.

Let's try that again, and see if I can make it work.

I start with Solarpunk, which is the idea that we can have our rosy, optimistic, positive technological future *now*, starting from the real world we currently live in. An ethos without an instance is a vacuous abstraction, so we need a project to demonstrate it with. So I pulled the Arcology out of my ass, and mapped it to all the current civic problems in Portland, any or all of which it could be used as a tool to resolve.

That's one. Two is the Para and Schmoo ficton, which I devised as a fiction tool to provide an example of what both living in the Arcology and participating in a positive-proxy political system. It's set in 2035, so as to give the audience a stake in participating in it. I have the option of moving that a bit to give myself some more room, but I'd drive a stake in the sand at 2050. I'll be 93 then, which I do reasonably hope to achieve.

Three is Brian Abel's campaign to be President of the US. You've never heard of him, and unless I can do a much better job of lighting a fire under his ass you never will. He wants to run as a Green candidate, which is effectively the gadfly turf of Jill Stein and Ralph Nader. Brian basically read the Green party platform, said "Sounds good to me," and tossed his hat in the ring. I can *bring* him to the point of creating a political philosophy and running with it, even getting through the primaries and running in the actual election -- but it's going to be a long haul, and we don't have much time.

What caused me to drop all my plates was in trying to fit Brian's presidency into Para's timeline. In 2020, the Democrats could run a baboon and it'd win, so the best Brian is likely to manage is getting to score a few electoral votes, and even that's a stretch. But Para and Schmoo is a work of fiction, so I can include eight years of President Abel in it if I can figure out how. So I asked Brian, and he was no help whatsoever.

Now to regain my balance.