An Idea Log

Of all the posts on this blog at least 80% is useful to the following ideal. If 80% of what follows continues in this vein the project may be called a success:

What are you doing?

It's an unaddressed letter to myself in 200 years. It's an unaddressed letter to any consciousness that cares to hear, whether prescribed with DNA statistically close to my own or merely of familiarity by virtue of being constructed from earth-bound atoms. I'm writing a letter to my most distant aspiration of longevity, a letter to that around me about that around me, a letter for the record of man. It is not to say I "hope" all that's around me improves in condition where necessary, but that it will because I and others are active in pursuit of this condition, and are determined in this regard. I include perspectives and understandings as neutrally as I may possibly describe within a range of ranges. The information (I demand) is 80% accurate, and I am 80% accurate in the description of it (the perspectives and understandings). I hope only to be good on average... a "c" in a sea of "c" students. I hope to educate or alleviate stress from developing consciousnesses simply by calling out with effort all the things that I learn well enough to detail with 80% accuracy. A commander of the obvious is still a commander, after all, and that is certainly an adult-sounding title.

com man der, n. 1 person who commands. 2 officer in charge of an army or a part of an army. 3 a navy officer ranking next below a captain and next above a lieutenant commander. 4 member of high rank in an order of knighthood or a society.

My letter will consist of many media. The electronic - recognized for it's speed and accessibility, the physical - recognized for it's durability and subjection to perspective. I will mimic reality and recognize my contribution also to the marketplace of ideas, using what I've paid to be taught (and acknowledging my lessons wherever applicable).

My project online thusfar is worth each of the 4 cents I've earned in a year by hosting ads.

I believe I am correctly vindicated by those 4 pennies and by a relatively broad geographic range of influence. I have a valuation at the very least. I may profess to being a market participant. Cluelessness is the apprentice's first clue, and fortunately I have had a clue or two. This character is a writer. This letter is to justify why. The virtue of the thing, still, remains sure. A writer I am; res ipsa loquitur.