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I haven’t made a post lately

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…but I would like to…..

If it weren’t for this planet, I wouldn’t be living here. Where would you be? I’m trying to figure out what they have done with WordPress. This text should be appearing below the photo. What gives?

171006 Van from North VanDippity doo! Somehow I done it.

This is a view I see quite often. It can be sunny; it can be rainy. Today it is just cloudy. And I got a lot done today.

I got autism it seems. I’m relatively smart and they call that high functioning autism. But like a lot of autists (makes more sense to me to spell it that way) I am not too good socially. People like me yes but I don’t have a one-on-one friend. It’s like I want something from them they aren’t willing to give, and I’m trying to figure out what that might be.

Girls are attractive. I am affected simply by the fact they are girls. Or maybe women might be a better word. I react to the fact they are women.

Then when it comes to men, I don’t want to socialize with them at all. I’m not quite sure what men want with me. Sometimes they ask me for coffee. I might say yes then later cancel. I might say no. I have socialized with a guy three times over the past six months. I wonder what he wants with me. He says he is married and has a son. And he has introduced them to me. But the whole arrangement just looks like to me that he just picked them up somewhere and brought them along. They are a very strange threesome to me. Consequently if he asks me again I am going to say no. I’m interested in girls / females / women.

I seem to scare them off. I’m just not good socially. I am obviously doing something completely wrong in their eyes.

I’m so busy all the time. I did many things around the apartment today. Rearranged some things. Did some laundry yesterday. Added an app to my phone so I wouldn’t need to use cellular so much and actually be able to use the phone any time I need. I’ve done so many things around here lately it’s too trivial to list. Up until the Spring I got out more and was spending too much money. Around the beginning of July I strained a knee and had to take it easy over the Summer. It’s feeling a lot better now and taking things carefully, I have started to walk again. I walk long distances and take photos among the other things I do. What do you do?

I love music, cosmology, politics, archaeology … just too many things. I haven’t been able to work for money in a long time. But I have a small pension and I am able to be careful with my spending and buy essentials. Up until the Spring I had been going to lots of events, like poetry readings (another interest), but so often when I go to them I have to buy a meal some place more expensive than eating at home. It wasn’t working out. My sore knee was almost a blessing. But I was worried it might become permanent so took very very much care. It still hurts if I go too fast so I pace myself more. But exercise helps too. No exercise is not the right path.

It’s splendid where I live. The people in the apartment above me are annoying but in some way it is better than no interaction at all. In fact it has been very beneficial. I have been in the same one-bedroom place now for 32 years as of October 1. Go figure. I can’t afford to move and really the location is ideal. Sometimes I get over-upset about the people above me and sometimes they do with me. It ain’t the end of the world. It helps me learn how to socialize. I wish it could be better but having that wish makes me work in that direction. I don’t quite understand the girl and her son above me. They don’t seem to do much most of the time. I have ADHD compared to them. I almost always have to have something to do.

So, that’s autism and ADHD. My analysis of the human race is that we are all human. And the many things they call handicaps or whatever, well, everyone has some of them to one extent or a another. No one is completely totally perfect. We all have different skills. Some of us are good at this or that and some of us are not. We complement each other.

And that is what makes up the human race and how the world goes round. Till next time, I am yours, George Chris Michas …..

Paradise is at your door

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pILVdNFMQkywt9LVQjQeVg_thumb_2f0eWhen I got up this morning, I felt awful. I got out and out the door and went a long way. It was hot. I couldn’t take it. I took a different route just to see where it took me. I was 12 minutes late. I looked at the room and the door entered at the front, and everyone would see me walk in. I was uncomfortable. I sat in the lobby 10 minutes playing with my phone. And left.

I went back to Skytrain and went home. I laid down. I was still awful. But not so hot. The heat of the outdoors had not reached inside yet. I’d left only one window open. I thought that was smart. I ate the flat of strawberries I got Thursday throwing out 4 or 5 that did not look the same. I’d eaten the other flat the last two days. Two flats for $20: I thought that a bargain but was wondering if I would get through them.

I walked past the building above on Thursday. It wasn’t so hot and I felt good. I don’t feel the same any more. I am 68 and will be 69 on July 3 next week (2017). Canada Day July 1 is on Saturday but will be observed on the Monday July 3 conveniently my birthday. My birthday is a holiday this year, not especially for me. In 1608 on July 3 Quebec City was founded by Samuel de Champlain of France, exactly 340 years before I was born. Now isn’t that exciting. I had to find something special about my birthday when I was young and growing up and this was the special day I found. I learned more recently that Prince Charles of England was born in November 1948, so I am a few months older than him. I am glad they did not get the babies mixed up. I would not want to be in Prince Charles’ position. I would not want to be Prince Charles. He has all the money in the world and privilege to boot but it must be boring.

I have done many things in my life. A lot of people like to travel. Not for me. I lived in Toronto for 23 months but otherwise have lived in British Columbia: in a small town called Chemainus (my first memories) until Grade 3. And then in Metro Vancouver for the balance. When my parents first married, they lived in a basement suite in the upper reaches of North Vancouver. When Mom’s parents moved to Duncan, they let Mom and Dad live in the vacated house in Vancouver. I spent the first year of my life there.

Now I am an old man not so old but fading it seems because I am getting tired of my little ills that seem to be increasing and I hate it. I have been fine up until almost a year ago. Now I am getting very tired of all the little ills that are popping up. The doctor says they are normal. Thanks a lot. I try to eat perfect diet, get lots of exercise, and get out and see people. I often feel people don’t like me much. I have never been good socially. It was only in 2003 that I realized that it was fear that was stifling my ability to learn how to socialize a all. When I was 55. People had been saying to me around that time it was best to take risks socially. And when I started doing that, I figured out the fear part. I think I have autism. I am very smart and functional.

I have no specialty or special interest. I have many. You have to be an expert at one thing to do a job. And I have never been able to decide on one. I think they are either too easy thus boring, or too hard and I can’t do it. You have to start somewhere. Maybe that is the lesson I just learned now. Instead of pandering my little body day in day out, I should pick something and start at the beginning. What am I good at?

A Post Is Known 170208

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Crow on a Pole

It’s been a while since I made a post….. Like an earlier post, I post in bunches. I haven’t posted here in a while because I seem to get little exposure. I suppose there are many possible reasons: 1) I am not using exposure tools very well. 2) Much of my writing is boring. 3) It is not on topics of interest to people that come to my page / See 1) and 2).

You can see on my photo when I took this photo. “Crow on a Pole” sums it up simply. I would ask what things you would have me write on. I’m not sure.

The World today is becoming dystopian. There are Big Brother eyes everywhere: those little cameras on ceilings and walls. Satellites in orbit in near Space. Ostensibly for our own safety and protection. Security people looking at everybody. Does he / she look guilty? Are they appearing guilty under my gaze?

The planet. What will it be like in 100 years? Will we be living under domes? If it heats up enough, water and oxygen will escape into Space and we will be like Mars, with a rusty surface as nature erodes what is left. Siberia and the Canadian North will be agri-able. But what will be the point with no water or oxygen?

Next week I will present my solution.

Genetic diversity & childhood

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140418 You know that autism is detected in children between the ages of 3 and 5? When a child is born, they have a natural protection, a natural resource to give them a head start on life. When they are born [and even in the womb] they take in food that is foreign to their bodies and their genetic make-up.

Since no two people are exactly alike, what may best suit the mother and/or father might not best suit the child. So, the child has to eat what his/her parents give them. The child does not have the wherewithal to say, “No, I don’t like e.g. peas or ginger. They have a deleterious effect on me.”

But what we do have increasingly is the ability to look at a person’s genetic makeup and genome and from that determine what nutrition and foods are best for a person and their development and potential. Imagine! Imagine that we will soon be able to through diet PREVENT developmental disabilities! Of course, an example you might present as an impossibility that way might be Down syndrome. But just think! If we look at a “Down child/person”, we will be able to look at their genome, too, and determine what food/nutrition to give them to maximize their potential.

I just wonder what that might be. A Down person always appears so loving and happy. With proper diet, would they be superior to what we call human beings. We are the result of genetic evolution. Is this one of the next steps in our evolution? Are all the different “disabilities” that we can’t treat right now but will be able to in the near future, without changing their genetic makeup, through individual proper diet and nutrition, just the future of the human race?

Instead of changing all the genomes and making them all the same, we might preferably preserve the genomes already there, and divergently increase the diversity of our genes. That way we will have an increased chance of survival, not less, and the total will be many times the sum of our parts.