As everyone in the capital was wholeheartedly warned to not leave their homes unless necessary there are now police cars with loudspeakers, social transport cards are disabled, and apparently in a couple of days harsh fees and punishments are going to be mandated.
An in the first official quarantine week we’re going to be lab rats for pin-pointing already functioning mass surveillance (in Moscow, that's public transport face surveillance + transport card tracking + glonass/GPS 'emergency system' mandatory for all modern cars + phone location mapping in the whole Federate District ...why did i bother to write all that in a parenthesis gosh) to suppress and punish basically anyone having no business at home (or any officially established home at all). That makes me a probable suspect bound to be arrested if I go to my parents or to my irregular job – which is ironic since I’ve got to attend interviews this week.
Regrettably, this disaster occurred in the middle of my prospective job project, now suspended furniture delivery, me buying bike to outspeed law enforcement footmen so I’m grounded to my desk-free room with no options except to break the law (yeah!), squeeze money out of the internet and make music.
Not that bad actually, just boring. And gotta smuggle them drums into the city somehow
To the newspoints:
* (finally) liberated phone with lineageos
* finally changed mail to posteo
* preparing room for renewal
* revived tablet that slept for 9 months, removed unfree packages via adb
* donated last dollars to individual foss developers
* updated to Gnome 3.36 and feel as happy as when the 4.0 kernel got released
* started teaching my singing teacher japanese
* most of the delivery services are discounted/free, quite nice if you happened to have money
* moscow’s air is probably at it’s cleanest since 1941
* all national mail offices are suspended
* i'm probably not returning to the uni until autumn
While the world is somewhere between the first and the last stage of a new pandemic, most interesting effects are societal response and economical significance. While I do not care much for China’s manufacturing ability and personally out of the 90% trash produced I will miss really just a few.
To be frank, I really do want to see a world where cheap plastic goods will disappear, much to the philistine consumer’s shock. No bags at the supermarket, sugar drinks and gum recede as supplies begin to run low. Maybe large part of smartphone and TV products will also become rare goods — that would feel like the Fifties all over again.
Maybe that recess of production and international transit will bring us back to that golden age our parents and grandparents striven for — which we could never before reach, because of all affluence and layers of unavoidable technical overcomplications. New 80s will give way to the 50s and someday to new 60s. We will have a chance to throw our boulders at the uniformed people. Many will realize that pillar holding our society has crumbled beyond any repair, and taking loan after a loan to insure it will not save us in the end game.
Maybe new virus can hasten the disruption already seeded by discovery of electricity — energy that does not necessarily destroy its origin. As the oil demand will plummet, it will have only one application left — that is, the original — being the fuel of war. But will future oil wars have any meaning? When oil and power will stop equating, what will the militarymen do? And what warlords will do, when their only treasure becomes obsolete, valueless artifact?
I have no idea, but I think we will move to the next era once the dollar and oil barrels become obsolete and find their rest on the graveyard of the things past. My prayers are, weapons, soldiers, clergyman and propagandists will also follow suit after the loss of their true blood.
Back from the fantasy land — hopefully this recession will change re-distribution of wealth. People raised in affluent societies may faint at the notion of recession, yet halted factories and at least temporal decline of corporative growth is just what the humankind and the earth require.
In that case, all the panic will be for the best.
Does that mean that in the future, we’ll see new make-believe pandemics, made up by individuals who think like I do, made unverifiable by the global-wide resonating of unintelligent propaganda machines? Sure hope we do! Until then, take care — and produce good wealth out of what you have at hand.
After first 7.57 hours of non-stop sweatshop I must say I’m impressed with both my stamina and affluent economy. My motivation to do manual labor is a strive for “authentic foreigner experience” (also romantically called gastarbeiter in gallant german) because it is quite open for anybody and doesn’t set false expectations. Also, I love it when the job I’m applying can be started next morning ...or next moment.
And meanwhile it pays well — I can see how people here live doing two (or more) part-time jobs without resorting to full-time employment (of course the difference can often be ephemeral). Another dream goal is job at the construction site — who knows, maybe I’ll even get to swing flashing batons while standing in the middle of road connecting two nowhere cities!
To add some salt to industry I’ll also note that hourly rate is better than entry-level IT jobs I’ve done and it’s free schedule allows going full stoic and receive middle-class salary when needed. And that job also doesn’t make world nor a better nor a different place — so here it’s even.
By the end of next month I’m going to leave Japan for an unknown while and I’m quite nostalgic — all days of this month are crossed out and marked as either sweatshop or exams. Next month would be the time to meet everyone happy to see me and then shed some farewell tears. And petty stuff like souvenirs documents mail parcels of stuff and oh so much more melancholic stuff I’m not thinking about it now.
For anyone expecting frequent updates (for reasons unbeknownst) – don’t get your hopes high! — until I will be ready to write in retrospect from the noisy comfort of my old home. I have a pocketful of drafts waiting to be drafted (pun included) but I can’t like them just now to edit fill-up and send off unto the internet.
I dislike self-censorship both as an author and as a reader, but I respect individual right to filter the unwanted content. Therefore, I write this paragraph as a disclaimer: what goes below is the essay on the dream about sex. Be careful.
There would be no graphic or textual representation of the sleep itself — in fact, the word “sex” can be interchanged for any other word for intimate or just friendly interpersonal activity without considerable impact on the ideas and conclusions of the essay. Besides, publicly discussing someone’s intimacy is by a lot of reasons considered improper, if not rude — but is it an intimacy, when it’s inside a dream?
Are we all not inside a dream? Be aware that these questions would not be answered below.
After a good-one-month postponement I’ve picked up the “Undoing Yourself” book and tried this meditative practice out. It’s pretty good! It is easier to get into than classic (aka poor man’s) mindfulness meditation where you’re supposed to sit and concentrate on breathing struggling to think nothing — and maybe being catered to the western neurotic-type mindset it deals with stress better. To no surprise – it’s author is an expert on body-oriented psychotherapy used here together with a light form of holotropic breathing.
Wish I’d known it a couple of years back — so I gladly provide it here for the interested readers.
Preface: While the original book is easy to find and pretty fun to read, it’s language and mindset can be easily interpreted as aggressive to skeptical readers who probably won’t get far — personally I enjoy ‘quack scientist’-styled prose, especially when both illustrations and grammar are naive and touching, be that made on purpose or on occasion, but It’s the kind that is really not popular when you recommend it to people. But it’s methods are great — please do try them out for yourself.
Today was a good day for me. I’ve finished basic phonetic course with a results just as good as I boldly expected – and performed in a performance I was nervous about. Don’t quite know how well, but surely not disastrous and that is a confidence booster.
Later on I’ve encountered a lot of new and once-met people and discovered that I’m more popular than I’ve expected – and I’ve encountered them on a friendly and lively concert and that feels almost magickal, like an awakening. To complete that combo my cold is dying and I’m already close to the able-to-sing condition! Now all that’s left is a new book a lot of practice (and sleep).
Ночь пройдет пройдет пора ненастная, солнце взойдет
Oh, what a mess!
I’ve found myself at the point when I’m uncomfortable with english in casual conversations.
Worries about grammar and proper sentences aside, language just stopped being second-in-line for thinking something up or grasping for similar words. I’m much more comfortable expanding simple questions in Japanese than with getting to the point with English — maybe that's snobbish, or maybe enthusiastic toward my new second main language.
To be fair the situation reverses when it comes to written correspondence and texts, but this is always -uncharted-territory- less emotional and more logical — or formal (i.e. ritualistic).
Today I’ve finally finished reading very hard book and finally overcame and survived a two-day feverish cold. It feels good to finally turn the page over — and start reading something else, so I’ve started two books — “Undoing yourself...” by S. Hyatt and “Пути познания Востока и Запада” (“Ways of knowledge in East and West”) by Evgeny Torchinov. I’m still reading Radov and some manga before I go to sleep and in the meantime, so all my language slots are occupied and I hope that’ll help to keep all languages in check.
Many years ago I’ve encountered i2p and ignored it because I didn’t understand its concepts and saw no point in a separate, stub network accessible by a java application.
As I’m re-discovering i2p now, I feel that was a shortsight. Separate networks are, maybe regrettably, a necessity.