Author: Alex V. Weir

Hello. Welcome to my blog. I am here to write on a variety of topics. The title of the site 'Fractal Journal' reflects the way I see the world and wish to explore it. I believe that everything is interconnected and the best way to understand it is through studying perspective. I suppose some may find it pompous but I view what I do as, 'Perspective Journalism.' There will be recurring themes throughout. For instance there may be long spells in which I will write about a single topic from many angles. One such topic will be water, the natural resource about which I am currently writing a book. If you find that you enjoy what I do, please subscribe.

What do you do?

On By Alex V. WeirIn Humor, Social Commentary, UncategorizedLeave a comment

Annoyed Yuppie

 

Seriously, this question…I can’t stop asking it.

What the hell do these people actually do? There is so much bright polished steel on these roads, so many folks in restaurants, so many boats towed by some V12 monstrosity. I want people to thrive and have all these things and more. But what in the name of holy Christ do they do?

I just don’t understand it. Well, I do in that it probably has a lot to do with credit but…fuck…

I’m bothered by it…by what they do…I understand jobs like Engineer, Doctor, Lawyer, Construction Guy, Cop, UPS guy…but how many of those are there in a given town….

Maybe if your entire lifestyle is based on credit and just enough post-secondary education to help land you a job you tenuously hold to repay that credit..maybe…just maybe…ya shouldn’t look so smug.

Life really is sketch comedy…

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Silence is Sterile

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There’s a lot to be said for quality control. For doing our utmost to avoid lending support to something stupid or wicked.

This noble inclination is however too often twisted into silence.

Not a deep contemplative silence or even a sexy silence but good old fashioned boring silence. The kind of silence that’s sterile. The sort of silence that leads you to constantly complain or feel like complaining about being bored.

For such moments I’d suggest asking yourself the following question: How will I ever have anything interesting to say if I never say anything?

It’s a trick that works for me.

When I’m feeling perfectionist, or insecure, or just plain lazy. I remind myself that perfect trembling lethargy is really really dull and no way to make a fun Vlog and definitely no way to finish writing a novel.

Sure there’s a lot of noise out there. A lot of terrible stuff, heck you may have made some of that terrible stuff, I’ve made some terrible stuff but is it really that terrible? If you were being at least somewhat earnest in your attempt to make art or philosophy then I doubt it was all that bad.

And if it was…

If after an honest review and careful self examination you truly find yourself feeling like a waste of bandwidth….go watch a Logan Paul video.

I welcome all feedback on this sort of mini essay/blog and really anything I happen to post on this here journal. So go on, if you feel so inclined, tell me if constantly handcuffing yourself to ideas of someday being good enough to create something is proving productive.

P.S.  I couldn’t resist…spreading…the good word of Bargeld

 

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Fractal Briefs | Emo Sugar

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Just some informal thoughts on how something as simple as one too many twinkies can lead to some odd disruptions of homeostasis in surprising ways. Holy word salad batman! Watch the video….the thought doesn’t lend itself to easy description.

Supporting Evidence:

A classic shock jock flashback. Clearly emos are the result of sugary sodas saturating the burbs. I hope to win the nobel prize for this observation. I’m a naturalist in the tradition of Darwin, Audabon, and Drake. Don’t deny it…

Signs of Decline – Searching for British Naturalists online results in nude people. Nothing against nude people but I’d prefer naturalist mean guy who geeks out about butterflies in a Victorian Parlour not a chubby Englishman who’s lost his underwear.

 

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Daily Poem # 12 – Ruin

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Doom & Gloom From The Tomb — Nick Drake - Second Grace If ...

Ya can’t

Well ya just can’t

I mean it

I don’t meant maybe

I meant it

That’s the way it’s the way it’s gonna be

And the way is  can’t

Yeah, you can’t do it

Take away my wonder

The way the sky will sit

As by fireside I ponder

With …without

Either or

Neither nor

I’ve cause to smile to shout

Yeah my romance

The notions

That you pretend are daft

Are oceans

That hold a swaying raft

Whose knotty holy hull

Will reveal will ever reveal

Glimpses of the all

So you can’t you just can’t you simply can’t

Take away

You’re too scant

To take the day

The Wheelbarrow isn’t designed to be a handcuff…

On By Alex V. WeirIn Current Events, Humor, Philosophy, Politics, Social Commentary, The Fractal Journal, UncategorizedLeave a comment

The purpose of technology is to overcome obstacles. When the candle became the lantern people were trying to more efficiently solve the problem of stubbing their toe in the dark. So how in the ever loving hell is it that with all of today’s technology I daily stumble along articles about overwork, low pay, hunger, etc.

I get that we’ll likely never reach utopian levels of technology and that these age old problems maybe inherently pernicious.

But that being said – the current state is absolutely the result of misapplication and mismanagement. We are not dealing with technological boundaries but boundaries of greed, sloth, and stupidity.

On this Thanksgiving day I raise a toast to the last vestige of freedom we have in the United States by extending my right and left arm high and proud…extending the middle fingers and telling each side to FUCK OFF…fuck off with their parties, their parades, and their attendant media appartchniks…and one mighty fart to represent my feelings about most ‘ALTERNATIVE MEIDUH’

Seriously..fuck off. And God bless America.

‘Daily’ Poem # 11 – Bunt

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Baseball Bunt Coverage Diagrams, Baseball, Free Engine ...

Odd and oddly

Sat in the dugout

Godless and godly

Reviewed their doubt

They would relax

When shadow and light

Hacks

Sight within sight

Swinging the bat in the dark

In a game that is merely conception

They’re always trying to park

To escape the deception
Is it or isn’t it

This way or that

What is sitting and where will we sit

Where are the rules where are they at

I cannot find them no no

Well let’s make them up there’s only one hope

That can’t be so!

Don’t be a dope

There’s just one inning to go!

Is it that urgent?

Yes! Urgent and odd!

Is it emergent?

Yes, yes! Well isn’t that just a bunt from a God!

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