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Civilization and Supply Crawlers: the Key to serious coinage

Well I played a game of civ this month that many would have considered a waste of life. But alas it was a valueable tool. I enjoyed the game, but more importantly, it taught me something.

The lesson of supply crawlers.

Supply crawlers are how i won the hardest mode of the game, and i believe are the secret to ridiculous loads of money.

Basically you manufacture supply crawlers and those babies go out and mine minerals from neighborhood resources.

Not much just a nickle here and a nickle there. But the more nickles you have coming in the more you can make more supply crawlers, and soon you have legions of crawlers each adding loads and loads of coinage to your bank.

Lots of people are out there trying to flip this house and make a load of money, in the next big thing.

The other day i got a piece of mail talking about making 400% opening a forex trading account. Everyone wants big bucks now.

What about making a little money, then letting someone else running it and letting them manage it, and cutting your proffits down, and getting a little trickle. How to create automated tasks that are trickling money into your account. Thats my goal.

Crafting the supply crawlers, thats the art.

Current prototype diyrealty.com (still bidding for domain) Currently morrillrealty.com

Sell Oil!

I predict that the price of oil will plummet!

I read an interesting article in the new yorker

http://www.newyorker.com/talk/financial/2008/07/07/080707ta_talk_surowiecki.

Where they were talking about the power of perception in the markets. Read it....

As I was reading it i began to see a pattern in the american psyche, a pattern which i have been seeing in myself.

The desire to not work to much and be a lazy manic investor. Let your money work for you.

And what seems to be happening is that in the past 10 years there has been these huge market swings. And i have been involved in all of them.

First off, there was the tech bubble. Then there was Real estate
And now there is oil.

Prices of oil are skyrocketing, and before that real estate, and before that stocks.

Oil is the new investment vehicle.

Sell

LA DREAMERS

I feel perhaps frustererated that my practice (Rolfing) is not growing as quickly as i would like, and am always wondering if my plan of working as a health promoter is a naive pipe dream. I look around and see bodyworkers, barely scraping by, and i am like well what is this? is this what i want to emulate? And i wonder if all of my dreams are based on the advice that is so often given to young people with affluent parents: Find your passion follow it. They advise this because they have found money and no happiness and think that the opposite of their own direction may lead to a better result. And i see artists all following this advice, and struggling to make ends meet, because life isnt that easy, following your passion isnt enough... life is not just a stage to dance on, its a survival game, and their are predators hunting you down.

Going out to la i seee legions of screenwriters and actors in coffeeshops, all waiting for their big break, as they borrow money from parents who tell them to hang in there and push through it.... unfortunately.... its like normandy.....

Hipsters

First of all parden the delay in writing...

anyway what are hipsters?

i realized that there is a general loss of all things good, lately:

mainstream music sucks,
Look at mtv over the past 20 years...

Movies blow
Movies are increasingly turning towards the pg13 rating to appeal to more people, and quality high brow movies are on the drop

Our vocabs are decreasing

The baltimore symphony is struggling.

Politics and justice are degrading...
Bush obviously, but even look at the supreme court to overturn the floridas recount vote.... all the republicans voted not to allow the recount.... all the democrats for. Now this is a states rights issue which is a critical republican stance, sold out for obvious reasons.... the supreme court.... down.

there is a sense of a decline of aesthetics, of essential goodness...

Hipsters feel the vacancy of the lack of presence passion and beauty of our times and are all about how real to the vacant void of our cultaral emotional landscape can you be....

Interesting....

Not that i am joining them, but at least they are feeling...

Is being goofy bad?

I feel like goofiness is something that i am guilty of, and i have to ask myself is this a behavior that i should try and phase out with maturity? How many girls have i lost because of goofiness? hmmm?



sometimes there are deeper posssibilities of relating, that goofiness can get in the way of... but still... look at the beauty of how goofiness can spread through the world

The artists job is to awake an irrational joy in the viewer

I saw some kids going nuts with an exuberent wildness in a chipotle the other day, it was quite a contrasting scene to the seemingly lifeless crowd, and zombies on the burrito line.

I feel that we all have a place of revelry, that tends to get trained out of us.

The job of the artist, and alcohol is to awaken this primal joy.

http://youtube.com/watch?v=kjeh6P4sRfw

My life is a sci fi movie

I want to start a club for people whose lives are like sci fi movies, or for people who would like their lives to be sci fi ish.

Essentially, i work daily with energetic fields, and study how life animates tissue. Whats interesting is if you look at any group of people that have studied and listen to their bodies systematically and in a disciplined way it gets really, sheall we say different.

When i say listen your body, all i mean is feel how the shirt on your body feels, and as you do this more and more you will gain access to more and more information just like people who taste wine can pick up more and more with practice.... well where can it go? SHit i have been doing this for 5 years now a couple hours a day, and i am just scratching the surface...

Look at the autobiograpjhy of the guy who started akeido, he was literally dodging bullets, and talking about all kinds of fields and shit. He would dance with trees. Look at any martial art, yogi, or meditation group, and yes it gets different.

Interestingly even MDs who are the most perhaps anal, and NORMAL, scientific people, are getting far out. There are MDs who actually listen to bodies. They touch the body and listen. They are called osteopaths and every generation they get wierder and wierder. At first they started to discover that the cranial bones were moving with cerebral spinal fluid, and they charted it, timed it graphed it, etc. THen they realized that there were other fluids moving in the body. Now they are at the point where they are timing the oscilation of cranial bones, the spehnoid imparticular, to a field that orignates from the horizon that they refer to as primary respiration.

Fascinating, and seemingly sci fi.

Whats interesting is that each of these things has a distint feeling to it. SO its like varieties of different kinds of orgasms and pain,

So everyone who actually listens to life in the body, gets on this psychadelic ride.... who wants in.


life rules

Professional Feeler

How is Life expressing itself in your tissues?

Essentially i suppose u can say that i am a professional feeler. I practice and train my felt sense in ways which give me more and more input everyday.

I do vipassana, which is essentially a 10 hour a day 10 days in a row sit down where you learn to take control of your mind and systematically feel your body.

During this you basically, go insane, then you realize that there is an entire world inside of your body that is more amazing than any movie.

Also professionally i am following on the heels of traditional osteopathy.
http://www.osteodoc.com/biodynamics.htm
Basically there are all kinds of pulses in the body, and i havent even gotten to the level yet to feel the most intereting of them, the long tide phenomon. I need to go to osteopathic school then do a postgrad program in order to get officially trained, so i will tell you about this in say 8 years. In the mean time though i am trying to find a renegade osteopath to give me a transmission.

Then there is also Breathwork that i am doing with jessica dibb, where we get together and do deep breathing that opens up all kinds of feelings....

Ohh yea and Tango, which is all about feeling your partner on the dance floor....

And then there is sex, also, which i am also doing. hopefully.

Hehehe, i will tell tales of some of the fruits of these explorations and what they look like....

But basically, u learn to feel how life expresses itself, then u can see where there is not so much expression, and see if you can bring it.

second best job out there, after rockstar

Most amazing thing ever

http://video.aol.com/video-detail/elephant-paints-self-portrait/3113163110

now my friend's mom witnessed this, so i know its not fake.

Now its possible that the elephant was trianed to draw this, which in itself is a remarkable feet.

But i am going to go with believing that the elephant just drew this from scratch.

Elephants are one of the only animals that can recognize themselves in the mirror. So they know what they look like.

So... anyway, what does this mean about animals?

Well having a pretty deep love affair with the animal kingdom, i am now swooning....

Hanging out in 215 degree tent with 30 navy guys in their undees.

Well, i am into growing.

And i suppose fundamentally religions are about morlality, or growing emotionally, or at least they should be.

So i study their technology and use it, for my own growth.

I mine a lot out of the buddhist tradition. Just sitting and feeling. i hae come to realize that there is deeper and deeper worlds of feeling which are interesting.

But sometimes its interesting to combine this with 215 degree heat, which is what the native americans did.

Thats what this one guy does, and he is ex military, went to nam. He says sweating, and finding comfort in the pain, helps him find himself. And everyear he gets 20 or so graduating marines to come join him in this hot tent, to go inward and share.

So somehow i chamed my way into the tent, i guess as sort of a general poet softy it was thought that i might inspire them to let themselves get a little gay.

who knows....

but it was a hell of a time training with the navy seals. admitedly some of the inner work crowd can be a bunch of soft "pussies" so it was a refreshing change.

I was really moved by how some of them really went into and let themselves speak from a place of genuine softness, and vulnerabilty. I am glad that they are soldiers.

Debate vs Discussion

I was at a party the other day and someone asked me what i did, and i told them, and they were like cool, tell my friend. And then i told the friend, and they told me that their finger hurt, could i help? And i said maybe but thats not really my work. but i can try, and I started working on them, and then another friend was like why are you touching my friend, who do you think you are? and then they were like do you think you can help this guy with is messed up ankle, (enter massive black doctor) to which i said probably, to which their snickering smirks began to change. So the spotlight was shining on me, and i am not use to the spotlight, and of course this little bitchy heckler, continued poking me.

essentially she was all " i dont believe in your work" where did you go to school, how long was your training, snicker snicker, i think its full of shit, you are a moron. And i am just like jesus its not like i even asked to do this, who the fuck is this bitch? Does she have any friends, should i even engage her in conversation? How do intelligent people respond when fox retards are asking them inane questions?


So i told her: Well i havent told you what i do, so i dont see how you can disagree with what i do as you have no understanding of it, and what i do requires no belief, i improve the mobility of joints, through manual manipulation. no belief required. and she continued, and i just developed a non interact policy.

i jhave been asking myself lately how do you deal with total morons who just enjoy fighting and trying to destroy you, like the fox news team, with ron paul. Watch this video actually in minute 6, when Gulliani just starts being a total moron and tries to crucify, ron paul. I mean how do you respond? What would you do?



I realized that the hecklers father was a yoga teacher, and they didnt get along. And i realized that i could choose to hold up a mirror to her ridulousness, and get psychoanalytical on her ass exposing her whole attack on me, as some unconcscious relationship with her father that she is trying to work out, and perhaps reccomend an analyst.

If i did that what would happen? If i were to "win" what would winning look like? She would cry, or get irate, or perhaps just really uncomfortable. What would be the political blowback from such a manuever? How might her friends respond to such a humiliation? How would that affect the vibe of the party? hmmm?

So in a party setting i want to maintain civility and political neutrality / affinity with all of their potential allies. So if i do have a truth laser that will shine light on some hideous psychotic tendency of them, its probably not very nice to do this in a public setting, especially because i was the spotlight of the whole room was on me. I was actually treating a doctor's foot who had plantar fasciatus before a skeptical crowd. I wasnt sure if i could do it, and the whole party stopped and was watching me plow throw this doctors foot. so i just gave her one comment, then returned my attention to the task at hand.


I am thinking of adopting a non debate policy. So something like this. It seems that you would like to have a verbal interaction with me. I appreciate your attention, but have adopted a non debate policy. You see we can have an interaction where you take one side, and i take another, and we both try to destroy one another, and there is a winner and there is a loser. this is what i call a debate. Perhaps this is how you like to interact. I admit it does sound steamy, and passionate, which i can understand how one could enjoy, however while, I recognize this as an established protocol, unfortunately I no longer support interactivity on that particular platform. If you would like to discuss or further an idea of mine, or share an idea of yours which is seemingly in contrast to mine, perhaps we can discuss a way of integrating our relative experiences.

anyway, this new protocol is still in beta developement. and am playing around with the finer points of this new doctrine, please give feedback.

Anyway i endedd up substantially altering the doctors foot... he came in limping and went out walking. 50 business cards were circulated. And todd was victorious.

Yea!

Ron Paul For President

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=G7d_e9lrcZ8&feature=related

Ron Paul Rulez.

Yea hes a republican, But I like him, why?

well watch the video,

hes actually intelligent and says things that actually make sense, and says things in a broad sense and then says via details what he is going to do.

Sweeping generalizations are inspiring, like Obama's Hope and Change Campaign, but I want to see the details of how people plan to implement that change. And exactly what kind of change they are talking about.

I agree that there are social problems, like our crumbling education system, and growing economic divide. And I have a heart, and want to help this, but i dont want for the goverment to blow tons of money into federally funded, ineficent programs, that are blind, incompitent, and inefficient, which is the governments tendencies. We have to use our brains and our hearts together.

Ron Paul wants to abolish the irs, and income tax, let people contruibute money to third party private organizations, like Oprah, to implement change. The private sector is the way to implement change, not the slow, bulky, beaurocratic, federal governement.

My favorite response to why people refuse to vote for him, is well hes got no chance. So what? If you pick the winner do you get a prise? This isnt a horse race, vote for the best candidate.... simple.

Tango Catharsis

Well, I have been dancing tango for a little longer then i would like to admit. Probably a bit over 8 months. The reason, i dont like to admit that is because I have sucked hard at it, and feel more comfortable if i can buy some compassion with, "ohh this is my first week".

Anyway, i have been painfully aware, that tango brings up a lot of the worst in me: I get nervous, insecure, confused, run into people, and step more then my fair share of feet. I can just feel my partners counting down the timer until they can get away.

Its kind of like a lesson in total humility, its like going up to beautiful women, and then just throwing up on them, and then trying again trying to forget about it and saying ok, that was yesterday, i am over it, and barf, and again and again. Its a certain perverse warriorship. But i have been determined that this is just a phase.

So, anyway a lot of tango is a reflection about how you relate to people. And the reality has been that beautiful girls, scare me and make me nervous, like nothing else in life. Generally i really like them, and i want them to like me, and in the course of this i lose my center and turn into an idiotic barfing fool.

So in a way tangoclass is very much a therapy for me to learn how to hold my center in relationship to beauty and not freak out.

Well i am not saying that i have mastered it, but finally the little molecules of insecurity parted, and made way for some new neurotransmitters. I went to a national tango event this weekend. And there were teachers from all over the world there. Now somehow walking in to this ampitheater I felt like a little light bulb of joy. And this little joy bulb, attracted the other joy mongers to come and buzz around me. And it just so happens that these little critters were world class tango dancers.

Now I have to admit, i am still a little surprised that i did this. I mean typically i would have felt shy, or unworthy to take their time. And these people had waiting lines of people trying to get their attention, but somehow i bedazzled them with my joybulb and snatched them up.

So anyway in these dances, something fundamentally changed in my dance. I realized they were enjoying dancing with me. The Joy that i was feeling independant of them, spread to them, and their joy back to me, and just kept on getting strong and stronger until were laughing. I must say to make a beautiful women laugh on the dance floor, out of delight and not out of making fun of you, is in the top 5 experiences in life to me.

Feeling like i was in the company of someone enjoying me, as opposed to scared / awkward / bored, provided me with a comfortability to play, experiment, and expand my dance profoundly.

Now i still believe that learning techincal precision is still important, and the reality is that even in my joy bulb luminosity, there were still girls that i could not reach, ones that demanded a language that i did not know.... they seemed kind of cold and sterile, and my bulb just had no power over them.... now as i reflect on them, a new dream decends upon me. To be able to go up to the most austere sterile ballerina and speak their language and then backend them into a smile.... hmm, yes that would be something....

girls in their underpants around the fire

Went to a party last night, some girl was hanging out in some 18th centrury bloomers by the fire.... very frilly. She started talking about how she liked to use cloth pads for her women time, which was currently happening, then she started talking about menstrual pie. and how it was a good spell, for witchcraft, to which i replied about how i could see how such talk in olden times would lead to the burning at the stake.

How quickly underpants can plummit in attractiveness is amazing.

Dancing into Hell

(the ecks key on my keyboars is broke so you will see ecks used where usually one charachter would be)


Usually on a friday night i would go out to do tango, which is my current addiction, but this week in solidarity to the dc dance marathon, the baltimore tango friday night was cancelled. As I didnt really feel like driving to dc alone, so i decided to try dancing elsewhere: Hell.

So none of my friends really like to dance, so i headed out alone on my quest, alone. First up latin palace.

This was fun, not as fun as tango, but fun. you can go up to strangers and its not wierd to ask them to dance. not a lot of mashing of genetials, a sense of joy in the air. A place where girls could dance with guys and not worry about what that meant they were implying.

Then i decide to micks it up: red maple. Here i still ask people to dance, which is a little wierd. Perhaps in a good way to some. But others use this as an opportunity to look down on me as some strange elegant timeless gentleman. So some people turned their noses, and some danced with me, one even told me that i was the best dancer they had ever danced with, so that made me feel nice. I started a fight with a couple by accident, enter jealousy. the descent into hell was starting.

Then i descended another ring into the abyss: the red square. No one here would dance with me. I realized later that the crowd was 80% attractive russian prostitutes, seemingly bittered by men, and not going to share the goods to with anyone that they didnt foresee spending loot. Not that that stopped me from trying. I did get one gay prostitute to ask me to dance, but that just too wierd even for me.

The descent deepend, even further: sugars afterhours club. at this point i had befriended some guy who was on a mission to get laid, and he was walking with me. And i realized that for him dancing and for many others out there, dancing was an attempt to get a secksual ficks, which i admitedly can apreciate. But honestly for me dancing is also just, fun, yea there is a mating dance element to it, but the joy factor is at least 50%. So sugars, got the sense that there were a lot of stds in the room, as well as drugs, as well as gay thugs, as well as general depravity.


from people cultivating and sharing beauty to wolves hunting downwounded elk.

Not to say that there is anything bad with wolves....

What a night.

crying at sunsets....

As the hours ticked by,
My jalopy idle, amassing ungodly fees,
Waiting by the bestbuy at the bay,
On that, which should have been completed days ago,

A kid played guitar hero,
A new dolby digital 7.1 presentation, showed an amazing showcase of bedazzlement,
And

Outside

The sun was setting.

I was Standing,

On a quaint float, that made its living as a water taxi hub.

Classical music was playing through the aquariums outdoor stereo outfit.

seagulls: squalked,

As my bones bobbed.

circular girations originated in the waves, bobbed my ankles, and lapped up my spine.

the gold of the sun reflected off the water, and the contrasting dark greys of a nearby boat, quited my mind and captivated my attention.

increasing tranquility revelealed a loneliness in my chest,

I watched as, stronger and stronger this loninless shook, and the beauty around me grew.

The two: seeking each other, the loneliness and the beauty, like lovers... in a moment the loneliness was swept up and held by beauty,

I watched, as a tear fell down my cheek

ohh life...

let me count the ways :)

went back to get my computer,
it still wasnt ready,

i said i would return tomorrow, and chuckled to myself, as I could see their surprise as to my lack of irateness:

Another satisfied customer.

psoas running

Running is pretty key.

Especially when you are in a fully rolfed up, bone-fascial tensegrity structure.

yesterday I hit a whole new level of functionality, sweet, real sweet.

So basically i am running and then, almost dying, feeling the heat.

And then wham, afterburners kick in, and its easy street.

Being a bit of an anatomy buff, i was really listening to my body when this afterburner affect went into action, and what i realized was that a whole different set of muscles turned on.

illiacus and psoas involvement..... this is the key, as well as feeling the lateral edge strike and then a spongy rotation onto the medial arch / big toe "hinge". Once these feet start springing along, they trigger the psoas, to fire up and then: well you cant really put words to the magic.

there is also a slight inner rotation of the humerus, that i forgot to mention....

feel free to come by my movement studios for more on this phenomon, cuz u may need to get rolfed to get this shizzel working correct. rolfbaltimore.com

Wise Fortune Cookie

I went out drinking last night and, woke up feeling rather relaxed, my legs and back just felt soft and dare i say a little sexy, as i took a moment to just luxuriate in the coziness that is my fascial system...

So delighting in my felt sense of earthly splendor, and perhaps morally loosened from the bottle of wine the night prior, when my sister asked me if i would split a bowl of wanton soup with, i said sure. You see normally, i would feel for the little quadrupeds and spaire their life, and restrain my sensual longings, but not today. Today was going to be a day of indulgence.

So as i was sitting there feasting on the wreckage of a variety of slaughter, in a fairly standardized chinese food setting: something very non standard happened.

Here I am with my sister, Drinking from our sadness bowls, and admitting to one another that we werent quite feeling like we were totally actualizing our full potential, and asking the other what the hell is going on, when the heavens parted. wham, sizzle, smack.

enter fortune cookie.

"If you work harder, you will have more wealth."

there it was, So Simple, yet so genious, an answer to all of my problems.

Ohh mysterious creation of life, you are as wonderful as you are generous,

Yours Truly
Todd

Ps: Sorry for being such a lazy sack, will try harder.