June 17, 2010
The following is a small extract from the latest release notes on Google Earth 5.2
“Visualize your hiking, biking, and running tracks
Google Earth has always been a great tool for viewing your outdoor activities, whether it be hiking, running, biking, skiing, sailing, or just about any other way you choose to explore the world.”
I see the following:
You explore the streets and we all watch you; never again get lost to the world community. All you have to do is to carry, voluntarily or involuntarily a tracking device. The same come minute these days and can be incorporated into a body, from birth, if so desired.
Here are some amazing details about the new tracking capabilities of Google Earth
“ …we’ve added the ability to view elevation, speed, and other data as a graph directly in Google Earth. Just connect your GPS device to upload your track… You can also see statistics such as total elevation, maximum slope, and average speed. You can select a portion of your ride and get statistics for just that section.”
I would immediately invest the 500 US $ for the Pro version if I were the Minister of Defense or in charge of Homeland Security and Foreign Surveillance. Think what this could do to look in on the whereabouts of migrating dolphins, whales and why not to look in on the whereabouts of you. Every move could be on the record for scientific and legal investigations. Lost on a mountain side on a Sunday hike or just trying to hide from your surroundings, not a problem, the public eye is there to find you. Log in today.
Is this exciting?
If you should be off line and they need you to be online your device could technically be reactivated at a distance; something like opening a valve on a mechanic device put down on the moon from a command room on Cape Canaveral; or how about just opening your car with a satellite remote.
The possibilities for control and intervention are almost unlimited; but where is the limit? And who gets to draw the line?
Seen from the sky:
Somewhere in Chad.
Image found at blogoscoped.com and at the coordinates: 15.298683 19.429651
Full text for release notes on Google Earth 5.2 here:
June 8, 2010
Hello fellow wanderers, soul searchers and pacifists; fellow and fallopian sojourners in the hall of mirrors we call the world.
Here is a view at us reflected as a species in the mirror of statistics:
Our garden of soil and toil has become a field of tension and conflict; religious, political, ecological and economic.
Here are a few questions I ask myself:
Has my presence eased or increased the tension and conflict in any of these fields?
Is it me on the map?
Have I broadened my mind, softened my heart and extended a hand?
Have I increased or lessened my demand on the planet?
Is my lifestyle an aggravation or an attenuation of things to come?
The future is now.
June 2, 2010
I could have written this small… yesterday, when it first happened, but I am a doubting Thomas when it comes to my personal resolve to end an imperfect habit or to acquire a new act.
But there it was, the magic moment. I had waited thirty years to enact my favorite movie scene from the movie Rocky: The victory over self. Maybe you remember back in 1976 when , for the first time in your life, you stood up in a movie theater, and cheered next to the unknown motion picture buffs in the adjacent seats. Rocky Balboa had entered your cornea and heart, and that is where he stayed.
Now I was running through the darkness like Lazarus resurrected and happy to be alive. 30 years of brain gym without a single muscular effort except the strength of my typing, my hand writing and the bag of books I always carry. It is 5 o’clock in the morning and I am running, in drizzling rain, amongst the vital shadows of Route 42, a group of early morning runners, eighty of them, who salute warmly with encouraging words like –“You can do it Lazarus” and warning me to not be over enthusiastic. –“Slow now”, “Walk a bit, don’t run”
I’m circling the inner court of the national football stadium and realize that my regular place is somewhere high up on the bleachers, as a spectator. Today I am running, running for my life.
Different people join me in my first 20 minutes of resurrection; they shake my hand and nod in silent approval. They all know I have a long road ahead of me. They have won marathons here and abroad; I have earned the labored breath of doing nothing. They are kind to the newcomer. –“Is it really true? You haven’t done any exercise in thirty years?!” –“Yep” –“Take it easy these first rounds; you want to want to come back tomorrow”. “Ok”
Today is tomorrow and I am writing about yesterday. I am back! Its dark, on time and raining again. Today we distend walk-run through the dark complexion of a park before dawn; and I get my first lesson while running. –“Stop, let me take your pulse” “160… lets walk till your pulse goes down a bit” That is Renzo. He says his father gave him his name from a dog he loved very much. –“I think your name is Italian; they also name dogs Alexander and Napoleon.” I want him to know that I think that the dog was fortunate to get a human name and not the other way around, that Renzo had got the name of a dog. “Thanks for walking with me Renzo; don’t you want to run with the others?” –“That is what we do, we take care of you. I ran from my home to the park anyway; I never take a car or a bus; I’m good”
That was me on my second day. Tomorrow I’m back at the stadium. I’m trying to imagine the scene where Rocky punches the line of pigs hanging down from hooks on the disassembly line of the meat factory; I am a vegetarian. For me it’s an infinite row of 80 pound carrots, yellow and crisp and I melt my hands into the surface of vegetable skins in quick jabs and stabs. I like my life.
And, of course, there is the music going on in my mind, the hymn to victory.