The first of these two systems has been responsible for the spectacular rise, principally during the last two centuries, of the present industrial system and is essential for its continuance. The second, an inheritance from the prescientific past, operates by rules of its own having little in common with those of the matter-energy system. Nevertheless, the monetary system, by means of a loose coupling, exercises a general control over the matter-energy system upon which it is superimposed.

Despite their inherent incompatibilities, these two systems during the last two centuries have had one fundamental characteristic in common, namely exponential growth, which has made a reasonably stable coexistence possible. But, for various reasons, it is impossible for the matter-energy system to sustain exponential growth for more than a few tens of doublings, and this phase is by now almost over. The monetary system has no such constraints, and according to one of its most fundamental rules, it must continue to grow by compound interest.

Last night just as I was leaving work Tom called and asked if I had dinner plans. Then he and Peggy invited me over for PRAWNS om nommm nommmm.  Then I had to scooch back to my place because Cindy came over for filking filking filking hot damm.  And I wasn’t expecting to have the Tom and Peggy show as well, but Tom shortly thereafter showed up with his guitar in his hand and Peggy showed up shortly after that after having dropped the Beanpie back at his folks’ place.  We wound it up around 10 – if John was still alive he just would have gone back to Cindy’s and kept singing.  But me, my pumpkin carriage was outside my bedroom door, honking.

Beanpie is so adorable!  he makes the same sounds Keith did at that age, but his voice is if anything even more musical.  He’s also mothering strong and very, very enthusiastic about food.  Like me!  Prawns, omg om nom.

And because I am  eployed, comfortably domiciled with my bro, and undeservedly lucky, we’re going out to brekky and making wit da flapjacks.

Be Mine, be mine, and be somebody else’s

I won’t force you into a pair

Be Mine, be mine, and be somebody else’s

You talent’s exceedingly rare

Be Mine, be mine, and be somebody else’s

I tell you for I truly care

Be Mine, be mine, and be somebody else’s

A skillset like yours should be shared

In this life there’s a bias for binary thoughtless

It starts with your left hand and right

Couple Up and De-Couple!

sells novels and newspapers

Tropes that are tragic and trite.

Whatever your naughty bits com-mu-ni-ca-tion

is key to affairs of the heart

so in delineating polyamory

that is the place that I start

Be Mine, be mine, and be somebody else’s

I won’t force you into a pair

Be Mine, be mine, and be somebody else’s

You talent’s exceedingly rare

Be Mine, be mine, and be somebody else’s

I tell you for I truly care

Be Mine, be mine, and be somebody else’s

A skillset like yours should be shared

You don’t make assumptions or fail to do checkins

When you’re angry you use your words

You try not to judge, but when something goes ‘squick’

you are quick to say that’s for the birds

You rarely make promises, but you will keep them

on that your friends may be assured

and you’re made out of action, instead of excuses

a life style choice I much prefer

It’s an old, old, tale I tell

the love that loves not me

So fair, so fine, with a heart so kind

a beautiful form, a brilliant mind

I can hear the mocking as I walk these halls

with my face so sallow and grim

To save all that’s left of her in this life

I must always be looking at him.

I just LOVE the tune of this, and I intend to sing it for my mother some day.

But…. since there are ‘the sexaay’ pics of, uh, various people, possibly, hidden someplace on my laptop, and because I haven’t backed it up in yonks, I have NO desire to have the border folks swoop down on the danged thing.  So I didn’t have my puter and I did not update while I was at Conflikt.  A full con report will get typed in here when I have found my notebook.

The last thing that happened to me before I left the States though… I’m sitting at the Denny’s in Burien, wondering how the fuck I managed to get turned around AGAIN  leaving Seatac, and some black dude with one of those outrageous black dude accents that you always think is A PUT ON until you hear it starts talking about while Denny’s is great, “there’s a better place” and I’m thinking, well, shit OF COURSE there’s a better place than Denny’s it’s probably ACROSS THE STREET, and then he starts talking up heaven and saying that he knows for a fact that Obama isn’t a Christian and that he’s admitted that he’s not a Christian publicly and that he’s trying to get God taken out of the pledge of allegiance.  SO MUCH FAIL.  In the first place, nobody should care about his religion if he’s competent, and no comments about his competence were made EXCEPT that there was a very strong feeling at the counter that he couldn’t be competent if he wasn’t in the Good Book’s good books.  And I’m thinking ARE BATS FUCKING BIRDS? Deuteronomy, fuckwit.  And yes, I could go on, to no good purpose.

DARWIN’S BUSHY BEARD.  I paid my bill and got the fuck out of there, I was actually afraid what would happen if I opened my fat and ignorant atheist mouth.  And that was how I spent my compassion dime yesterday.

I will also say that I had a conversation that may just have changed my life at the con.  And I was one of Dara’s minions during the power mandometal  “Sad Muppets” chorus.  It’s a song about felt with issues. Oh, yeah.  And I provided rehearsal space in my room (we made SO MUCH NO(I)SE!) and I was hoping to get called out, but nobody complained.

My concert went fine.

I was a filk wench!  I was very wenchy, and contributed to the fun and massages!

Saw lots of lovely folks, and I especially call out Creede and JeriLyn, Creede for playing “Some other planet” on banjo no less, and JeriLyn because she fell off the stage and broke Lark, her cello.  She will be fine but seconds later I was pressing all the cash I had into Jeff’s hand (her hubby) and within thirty minutes there was a huge collection taken for repairs.  Oh, and Betsy Tinney’s concert included an amazing song called Liberty Elephant me WANTS recording.

OH, and then, and then, FOR THE ECUMENUFILK it was ME and one teenaged boy, and we sang hymns to Cthulhu, because, hey, what else are you supposed to do when the Christians the con set the time apart for don’t show up?

More later, more or less.

Me : Mocking religious people “God exists because I can feel him in my heart”

Katie:  “Honey that’s called BLOOD.”