Life and Time

On any given day, there is a huge three-lane parking lot of cars moving at the speed of snail in both directions of I-95, while the two-lane EZ-Pass is almost empty because nobody can afford the confiscatory fees set by the “investors” who were given free reign to the taxpayer-built road. Time is money and life but on this suffocated road time seems still. Our lives ticktock away while we wait to move a few feet before we stop again as if we have all the time in the world.

Time has little significance when you wait in endless lines under socialist societies run by the Communist Party to buy bread and rationed kilos of flour, rice, oil, and sugar.

Time is not important when you visit the one doctor assigned to 10,000 patients in the area, wait in a crowded room the entire day, and receive a prescription for your temporary ailment, prescription that you cannot fill because the pharmacies are empty. Survival and the black market preoccupy us, not time.

What happens when immediate survival and looming starvation are most important variables? How do we view time then? Standing hours in long lines makes time unimportant.

How do we use our limited time on earth? It depends on each person’s idea of living, fast or slow. How do we frame time delays caused by life’s variables? How do people accept them?

Delays are not something people in western societies think much about in terms of time wasted that can never be brought back; we are always in a hurry, and delayed gratification is forgotten because we have so many choices that frame time and possibilities differently.

How people tolerate and react publicly to delays is another matter. Impatience and tolerance for delays are easy to see in people’s actions and in the incidence of sidewalk and highway rage.

Impatience to time wasted can be measured by the number of seconds of sound bites we are willing to listen to or watch. Yet people glare at inserted ads without questioning time wasted on those cumulative moments. Those trying to make money are robbing you of time.

Oliver Burkeman wrote that calculations have been made to determine how long a shopper is willing to wait on slow-loading pages on electronic devices. It was calculated that, “if Amazon’s front page loaded one second more slowly, the company would lose $1.6 billion in annual sales.” (p. 163, Oliver Burkeman, “Four Thousand Weeks, Time Management for Mortals, 2021)

Our impatience is strongly related to the realization that the average human lives a short 4,160 months if they live to be 80 years old?

Most people stopped reading books with the excuse that they have no time to read. There is a huge flood of information that requires their precious time. Yet they trap themselves on social media surfing for hours or playing games to escape reality.

Prior to 2008, we had to wait a long time for the dial-up modem. Before that we had cable and a myriad of channels, but Baby Boomers had a simpler life and four channels to waste time on.

We spend a third of our lives sleeping yet nobody stops to think what they could do with some of that time if our bodies did not need sleep to stay alive.

Are we “speed addicts” or just realize suddenly, thanks to technology, how limited our time on earth is? Perhaps we experienced a traumatic event, and it brought the realization of finite time, if nothing else bad happens?

Once this level of realization is reached, time seems to fly even faster. We appreciate time deeply, we tune in to surrounding nature, and a profound awareness of limitations vis-à-vis the remaining months of life. The tendency to distraction becomes smaller. “Being alive becomes the sum of everything to which you pay attention.”

Distraction is seen as divergence from your timed life, an accumulation of lapses in focus. Burkeman wrote about the “attention economy” which persuades you to direct your attention to things that are not important in your finite life.

Social media is a huge life interrupter and time stealer. It redirects your attention to “Reels,” sound and video bites, sometimes educational, but often worthless entertainment. Ads for that magical ingredient that might cure what ails you, traps you for forty minutes before you find out at the end what it is.

I often waste my time with amateur photography. I have taken over 24,000 photos and videos of museums and places I may never visit again. Instead of enjoying those moments more, I spent time capturing them on film so that I can re-visit them later which seldom comes. My husband jokes that, during our hikes through the woods, I have taken photos of the same trees, during different seasons.

We are all guilty of utilizing and wasting time in diverse ways based on our temperament, hobbies, habits, and skewed valuation of time on earth or lack thereof.

 

 

 

Data Centers, Smart Meters, Ring Cameras, AI, and Flock Cameras

In the rush to develop as many data centers as possible, taking prime land out of agricultural use, using massive amounts of water and electricity in those specific areas where the data centers are located, it is obvious that such massive centers are used for total AI surveillance of the population.

Data centers are most certainly related to the smart meters’ rollout in the last two decades, ring cameras on every house and apartment, and to the deployment of flock cameras as well.

A flock camera is an automated license plate reader (ALPR) camera which is installed with a solar panel above at intersections for “public safety” which capture 6-12 images of every car that crosses the intersection.

The reason the cameras are identified as flock cameras is because of Flock Safety, the company “that creates and sells access to highly connected video hardware and software.” According to some data, there are 80,000 flock cameras around the country.

Allegedly there are some companies that support Ring Community Requests which “allow law enforcement and other public agencies to access video recordings from Ring’s network of outdoor cameras if their owners allow it.”

It is claimed that flock’s customers are local governments. The capabilities of these cameras have been expanded. To learn more about them, go to Find Nearby ALPRs | DeFlock

According to this site, “automated license plate readers are AI-powered cameras that capture and analyze images of all passing vehicles, storing details like your car’s location, date, and time. They also capture your car’s make, model, color, and identifying features such as dents, roof racks, and bumper stickers, often turning these into searchable data points.”

The cameras record everybody regardless of whether the driver is suspected of a crime or not. Police can track criminals via cell phone data pinging cell towers, but they must have a warrant. Flock cameras do not require a warrant. The Creepy Reality Behind the License Plate Cameras in Your Town | PCMag

Benn Jordan wrote that “The municipality does not own the camera, Flock and Google own them and they get the data. They have drones and pan-tilt- zoom cameras that recognize people and zoom into their faces. You can even see what they are doing on their phone. Their ALPR cameras can recognize people. They do store pictures of people. I know this because I have accessed the footage and found pictures of myself. I am not a car or a license plate.” https://www.pcmag.com/explainers/the-creepy-reality-behind-the-license-plate-cameras-in-your-town

Highway patrol officers will not need to fine you for disobeying the traffic laws, the flock camera will record you and a ticket will be mailed to you. Every interstate in America will have these cameras, placed there without your consent. Flock camera fines will become the norm and not just a pilot program in places like I-95.The Creepy Reality Behind the License Plate Cameras in Your Town | PCMag

Smart Meters, with or without your consent, spy on customers without a warrant, recording from the Mother Ship called Utilities Companies, your electrical consumption, what devices you have in your home, which ones are being used, the times, and your peak consumption.

On the hottest or the coldest day of the year, they have the right to cut off your electricity or make your house colder in winter and hotter in the summer by re-setting the thermostat. Smart Meters can track your fridge, freezer, TV, and other electronic devices in your home. Water and gas consumption can also be tracked through Smart Meters attached to your home.

All the information collected, either via Smart Meters or via cameras, can not only be accessed by hackers but can also be sold to third parties without your knowledge and consent.

Last, but not least, there are health safety concerns about Smart Meters which are usually dismissed or ignored by utilities companies. https://emfsafetynetwork.org/smart-meters/smart-meter-health-complaints/

People living around data centers complain about the noise. Areas such as Lake Tahoe have been told to look for other energy suppliers for the 49,000 population because the current utility company will need to provide all their energy for the data center’s growing demand. https://arstechnica.com/ai/2026/05/energy-supplier-abandons-lake-tahoe-residents-to-serve-data-centers/

These “improvements” in peoples’ lives are not really developed to make our lives easier and better; they are developed to fulfill the globalists’ narrative of total surveillance and population control because the planet is in danger from real or imaginary foes.

  

Tarpon in the Atlantic Ocean

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Beach day was a thing of epic proportions as my daughter jokingly explained to my shocked husband who was standing on the shore, watching everything unfold. Not even Herman Melville could've predicted what I encountered in the crystal-clear, five-foot Atlantic water.

We knew we were swimming dangerously in the 300-foot proximity to a large fishing pier on Lake Worth Beach, a long extension from the famous Benny’s on the Beach restaurant. It is never a good idea to swim or play so close to fishermen who throw fishing chum in the water because large fish come for an opportunistic easy feed. Last time we were here, the emerald water was saturated with needlefish of all sizes and juveniles of other fish.

As I was standing in very calm ocean water, deep to my chin, the serenity of the beach was broken by the long shadow of a large creature whose fin was slicing quickly through the water in my direction; I froze as I knew that it was swimming quite fast and my feet were sinking in the yellow sand, capturing my water shoes like glue; I closed my eyes as the fish almost bumped into me but veered left at the last second before making contact with my left side. It had a greenish blue back, with shiny silver, armor-like scales, a large dorsal fin, and a pink mouth. In the moment, the fin traveling in the water could have been a shark – I would have never known the difference. I panicked to the point that my chest hurt, and I could hardly breathe when a man swimming rather closely with his two sons yelled shark.

My daughter was near me, however, when this man yelled shark, I panicked even worse. My ability to move fast through water was hampered by the sinking sand and by my teal water shoes. Ever since I was barbed by a sting ray, I always wear shoes in the water.

I was the only one who seemed to care that there was a shark in the water. My husband, watching from the shore as I flailed with my daughter, who was attempting to drag us to the shore, just stood there frozen. We got to the shore, and my pulse was racing like I had run a marathon, which is impossible because I'm handicapped.

My husband was still sitting there, perplexed as to what had happened. The lifeguard rode up on his scooter and told us that it was a large tarpon and we were safe. But safe is a relative term – safe from being attacked, safe from being bitten, safe from being bait for the tarpon’s apex predator, the shark?

The large eyes, the upturned lower jaw, the pink mouth, the large size of this predatory fish, the fact that it can breathe air, it has a swim bladder that functions as a lung, and two rows of upper teeth, can pose a serious risk if it feels threatened.

I cannot tell you the scars on my soul from feeling so lost in that water; I thought for sure we would be the next snack for this creature which was circling the water for food. We were no threat to this tarpon but I am positive that he did not know that; after all, we were invading his home, the beautiful ocean.

For the next hour or so, we watched this tarpon (Megalops atlanticus) chase two teenage swimmers who were bold enough to go in.

The moral of the story is, never bathe in the Atlantic Ocean but especially within sight of a fishing pier. I knew better but I did it anyway.