Social Hazard | Cellphone Compulsion Chalk Series | Cellphonitis

itis suffix state of mind compared to dis ease

itis suffix state of mind compared to dis ease

 

Sure, I have a cell phone, although to save money, I don’t have a plan, and only get internet access when I know the password of a local site where I happen to be.

I use the internet and look at Facebook, where I read articles, comments and post things, and typically turn FB off when I’m working on writing. By the way, work for which I do not get paid.

 

However, I see an extraordinary amount of people, mostly in their 20’s (although there is by no means an age limit) walking around the College Hill area by Brown University looking down at their phones. If they aren’t, they have headphones on. Many have blue tooth speakers in their ears. Invariably I rarely see anyone who isn’t walking ALWAYS with a phone in their hand.

What? Always wired? Never simply present in the moment with one’s own thoughts and sensing the world around them? Most joggers also are adjusting their pockets where their phone bounces or are running with the phone in their hand. I heard a long time ago that one should not run listening to music with headphones; not because of the danger of not being aware of one’s surroundings, but because the blood is pumping harder while running and loud music could damage ear drums.

Anyway, here’s the beginning of my series.

ideas about cell phone compulsion

ideas about cell phone compulsion

Paper and chalk images of people looking down at their glowing blue phone with blue bluetooth speaker.

cellphonitis series on paper

cellphonitis series on paper

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

And some more.

 

downtown_shavedheadgirl

downtown_shavedheadgirl

downtown_post naked woman beneath

downtown_post naked woman beneath

 

cellphonitis series on paper oblivious to surroundings

cellphonitis series on paper oblivious to surroundings

 

 

 

My idea was to do something along this line.

cellphonitis series on paper oblivious to surroundings

cellphonitis series on paper oblivious to surroundings

evolution of man

evolution of man

 

 

 

 

 

 

Unplug Turn It Off Tune In

Unplug Turn It Off Tune In

 

 

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Carol sitting under the trees

Carol sitting under the trees

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Rearrangement of my blogs | Alan Lightman’s “Change Is the Only Constant” |

I have maintained two blogs since 2006, uh hum, for which I gain no income. Despite objections and conciliatory accusations that ‘you can’t make money on a blog’, in the shared consensus that one’s worth and place in society is based on ‘the capacity to earn money’ and ‘monetize’, I continue, to write my blogs.

Not to rebel, but merely in Joseph Campbell‘s words, to ‘follow your bliss’. In my case that involves feeding my curiosity.

Follow Your Bliss and the universe will open doors for you, where there were only walls.

Follow Your Bliss and doors will open for you, which were formerly walls.

To bring a little more clarity to readers, I’m rearranging a few things, in attempts to define each blog more clearly. Simply plucking a few topics, to place in their forthcoming homes. Yes, I’m somewhat ‘writing out loud’. Ultimately, at times the edges blur as topics from one bleed over into the other. However, I’ll start with this.

The carolkeiter blog will post along with hitchabouts, human interest stories, arts and entertainment, that have a more emotional appeal…Interestingly, clicks googling i guess, ‘naked men’, have brought many to my san francisco hitchabout blog, in which one photograph is listed as just that. hmmm, yes, sex sells. Perhaps I’ll have to monetize that theme!

The digesthis blog will maintain the themes of consciousness, environmental and animal rights information and science, with a leaning towards theoretical physics. Not because I’m a scientist or mathematician, but because my fascination lies there – and ironically it comes back full circle to consciousness. luminous_ braided_spiraling_mythic

So I’ll be reposting as I make this shift.

http://digesthis.wordpress.com/2013/09/21/b-e-r-l-i-n-s-t-r-e-e-t-s-e-r-i-e-s-m-u-s-i-c-r-o-t-a-t-i-o-n-s-t-r-a-s-s-e-n-m-u-s-i-k-2013/
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http://digesthis.wordpress.com/2013/09/21/berlin-art-week-abc-art-berlin-contemporary-party-19th-september/
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http://digesthis.wordpress.com/2013/09/18/art-week-grand-opening-on-august-strase-6-days-21-venues/
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http://digesthis.wordpress.com/2013/09/17/b-e-r-l-i-n-s-t-r-e-e-t-s-e-r-i-e-s-s-a-t-i-r-i-c-a-l-s-t-e-n-c-i-l-d-a-p-p-e-r-d-e-s-i-g-n-f-e-a-t-a-l-i-a-s/
Alias

http://digesthis.wordpress.com/2013/07/30/b-e-r-l-i-n-s-t-r-e-e-t-s-e-r-i-e-s-s-a-t-i-r-i-c-a-l-s-t-e-n-c-i-l-d-a-p-p-e-r-d-e-s-i-g-n/

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UTNE Reader‘s reprint of Alan Lightman’s article in the Tin House
September/October 2012 Change Is the Only Constant

Alan Lightman is a novelist, essayist, and physicist, with a PhD in theoretical physics from Harvard University.

Excerpted from his article:

We search for human immortality and eternal youth, and pray to everlasting gods, but in the universe as in life, change is the only constant.

Change Is the Only Constant

Change Is the Only Constant


“Oblivious to our human yearnings for permanence, the universe is relentlessly wearing down, falling apart, driving itself toward a condition of maximum disorder.” Sandra Dieckmann

I don’t know why we long so for permanence, why the fleeting nature of things so disturbs. With futility, we cling to the old wallet long after it has fallen apart. We visit and revisit the old neighborhood where we grew up, searching for the remembered grove of trees and the little fence. We clutch our old photographs. In our churches and synagogues and mosques, we pray to the everlasting and eternal. Yet, in every nook and cranny, nature screams at the top of her lungs that nothing lasts, that it is all passing away.

Consider the world of living things. Why can’t we live forever? The life cycles of amoebas and humans are, as everyone knows, controlled by the genes in each cell. While the raison d’être of the majority of genes is to pass on the instructions for how to build a new amoeba or human being, an important fraction of genes concerns itself with supervising cellular operations and replacing worn-out parts.

In fact, most of our body cells are constantly being sloughed off, rebuilt, and replaced to postpone the inevitable.

Over its 4.5-billion-year history, our own planet has gone through continuous upheavals and change. The primitive earth had no oxygen in its atmosphere. Huge landmasses splintered and glided about on deep tectonic plates. Then plants and photosynthesis leaked oxygen into the atmosphere.

Buddhists have long been aware of the evanescent nature of the world. Annica, or impermanence, they call it. But even Buddhists believe in something akin to immortality. It is called Nirvana. A person reaches Nirvana after he or she has managed to leave behind all attachments and cravings, endured countless trials and reincarnations, and finally achieved total enlightenment.

Although there is much that we do not understand about nature, the possibility that it is hiding a condition or substance so magnificent and utterly unlike everything else seems too preposterous for me to believe.

Perhaps with the proper training of my unruly mind and emotions, I could refrain from wanting things that cannot be.

Perhaps I could accept the fact that in a few short years, my atoms will be scattered in wind and soil, my mind and thoughts gone, my pleasures and joys vanished, I-ness dissolved in an infinite cavern of nothingness. But I cannot accept that fate, even though I believe it to be true. I cannot force my mind to go to that dark place.

Suppose I ask a different kind of question: if against our wishes and hopes, we are stuck with mortality, does mortality grant a beauty and grandeur all its own? Even though we struggle and howl against the brief flash of our lives, might we find something majestic in that brevity? Could there be a preciousness and value to existence stemming from the very fact of its temporary duration?

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Keep your thoughts positive, because they become your words.
Keep your words positive, because they become your behavior.
Keep your behavior positive, because it becomes your habits.
Keep your habits positive, because they become your values.
Keep your values positive, because they become your destiny.
Mahatma Ghandi

j u s t c a u g h t m y e y e s e r i e s | Berlin boys’ styles

some more boyz styles in Berlin

j u s t
c a u g h t
m y
e y e

juxtaposition

juxtaposition

boyz in berlin style

boyz in berlin style

dreadhead

dreadhead

and these photos of Berlin
c a u g h t m y e y e
as well

berlin_fernsehturm

berlin_domes

berlin_canal

berlin_canal_walkway

berlin_canal_trees

berlin_canal_boat_traffic

Berlin | j u s t c a u g h t m y e y e s e r i e s | September 2013

it's all about jail breakers

it’s all about jail breakers

suspenders

suspenders

hip dread in overalls

hip dread in overalls

and a few more pics

Not Beasty | but Boyz | Berlin boys’ styles’ … for starters

For you (girls and boys) who like to check out boyz’ styles’ from all around

– hey ho let’s go!

starting with the Berlin ‘blue boy’

okay, kinduv a girly boy, but interesting style nonetheless!

okay, kinduv a girly boy, interesting style nonetheless!

j u s t
c a u g h t
m y
e y e