Every System Has A Leader

crazypants letter

I was on my way out of the store, pulling out my keys to unlock my car. A man and woman were walking away from their car, parked next to mine, when the man addressed me. "Hey man, you know, I think Trump's gonna turn us all into chaos."

Uh. Okay sir.

Then he pressed a piece of paper into my hand, and the woman said "he wants you to read that." I made that sound you make when you just want to get away without being dragged into some weird situation, got in my car and locked the door.

Then I opened the paper.

Every System Has A Leader
Outside the money system is the Family World

Take a look through the eyes, ears, heart and mind of mankinds Ancient Common Father. Equalize as his children forever. Our thoughts become self guided. Love, honor, trust, cooperation starts flowing through hearts minds and muscles in true family form. The (GAP, the Father, Great Ancient Parent) gathers mankind as brothers and sisters to keep strong, free, well fed with good food, balancing with nature in nice houses. The GAP is the Father, the Master of the Family World who gives mankinds mother her most perfect life with peace and rest. Spirit forever strong with unity. The life supporting factory of good deeds. You are placing your Earth home in the Universe of Heaven.

To have the GAP is to call all secret and non secret Public, Governments, Corporate, Religious, Non Religious and Racial Forces to be treated as family wherever they live work travel or vacation on Earth, from the bottom of the Underworld to the top of the Heavens, as everyones family and childrens friends travel all around. Entering the GAP makes you (family) rich without cost. The Atheists believe he is human, the Religious believe he is God. Together they agree to Love their neighbor as family, stand firm for neighbors, Love always protects with worth weapons when necessary. So you know your loved ones are safe when away doing good deeds. Glory and honor organizes supply and demand. Whoever tries to prevent uniting mankind in family spirit is an enemy of all. Condemning themself.

The big idea to create money needed a new leader to watch for system defects. (We did not leave the family world behind) when we donated love, honor, trust and cooperation to put the money system to the test. Earth home was turned into property, good deeds became work and work forces. Everything that could go wrong, did go wrong. The new leader found a defect. The more the world lives as family, the less power money has over the Earth. An evil influence grew within the leader. And the Earth became everything a thief wants to steal. The influence became the new master. Separating hearts and minds. Feeling glory and honor over the dead. Creating new enemies and plagues to spread. Dividing Races and Religions to cause wars. The Underworld guided to damage to damage economies, enviroments, food and fuel supplies to cause competition to stay alive. Because the more the World competes to survive, the less we live as family. So that is why in sam hill the rich compete for tiny pieces of Earth to call home.

Stop falling one by one, throw away the evil influence by resurrecting Family force again. Let all the Worlds leaders stand up with the GAP as the Master of all leaders. As brothers and sisters of all mankind. Resurrect the Worldwide Family Force with (100% mercy and forgiveness.) People of Communism, Capitalism, Socialism need the GAP to be the Way. To remove fear from our hearts, minds and muscles, the GAP of all Humankind can never be destroyed. Love honor trust and cooperation is the soul blood that keeps the family system alive. Protect the Family. To open the GAP for your neighbor and every passerby is a vote against the evil influence worldwide.

I think I just met the world's first human Markov Chain. Or a future speechwriter for the Trump administration.


Review: Liquid Ice Energy Drinks

Liquid Ice Energy Drink – the "hidden gem" of the energy drink industry, according to its maker, aiming to be the "highest quality performance" and "best tasting" drink on the market.

Full disclosure: the manufacturer sent me free samples of these two drinks along with some assorted merchandise in exchange for this review. No other compensation was involved. These are my own opinions of these drinks.

According to the official website, this brand has been around since 2003 but with a somewhat limited distribution. No stores near me seem to carry it, so I hadn't heard of it until now.

Product Overview

Liquid Ice comes in three varieties: Blue, Red, and Zero. Note that these aren't flavors, just labels: one is blue, one is red, and one has zero sugar or carbs. (This review only covers Blue and Red.)

The stated nutritional facts for an 8.3oz can of Liquid Ice are comparable to an equivalent 8.4oz can of Red Bull, probably its closest competitor. (If you're super concerned about sugar content, you probably shouldn't be chugging energy drinks to begin with.) Both brands state 80mg of caffeine per serving in almost identically-sized cans. What Liquid Ice adds alongside that is 1000mg of taurine for a "sustained energy level" rather than a huge upfront jolt (Red Bull states only 1mg of taurine).

Liquid Ice Blue

It took a while to figure out how to describe the taste. It's sort of a blue raspberry flavor, very sweet and sugary but without any discernible aftertaste. If you liquified blue cotton candy, you might get this drink.

I did feel somewhat more alert after drinking the can, though I can't say whether that was due to the energy blend or the sugar. I'm inclined to think it was the caffeine, since there wasn't a sense of a sugar rush other drinks bring on.


Liquid Ice Red

As with the Blue, the taste is tricky to describe. One press release even went so far as to call it a "unique, captive and unidentifiable flavor". My girlfriend suggested it tasted like carbonated red Kool-Aid, or maybe those red popsicles in plastic tubes. Personally, I liked this flavor more than the Blue.

As with the Blue, there was definitely an energy boost within about 20 minutes of emptying the can, and that sense of heightened alertness lasted perhaps an hour. For someone with a less-intense caffeine addiction habit, this would likely last longer.



Sweet but not too sweet, enough of an energy boost to help you focus for an hour or so but without the sharp crash at the end. As with most drinks of the sort, you'll want to limit how many of these you drink in order to save your teeth and your waistline. Side note: while you can certainly drink this at room temperature, I'd recommend chilling it to near-freezing for the best experience.

The company says these drinks make great cocktail mixers and provides a number of suggested recipes. I'm not big on mixing alcohol and caffeine, but it's easy to imagine this would in fact make for some tasty drinks if you're into that.

After all that, my professional opinion here is not bad. Definitely a contender in the industry for those of us that prefer our caffeine fix come from a can rather than a coffee mug.


Moved to Denver

, I packed most of my worldly possessions into a truck and drove a thousand miles across the country with my girlfriend to set up a new place to call "home".

Even considering the *ahem* challenges of compressing two apartments' worth of stuff into a single moving truck, the work of moving turned out to be pretty straightforward if not lengthier and more exhausting than anticipated. The exhaustion was equal parts physical and emotional – shuttling furniture and boxes to the truck for hours, summoning every ounce of Tetris mastery in my being to fit it in, making last-minute decisions of what could be considered expendable; saying goodbye to friends I'll only see on Facebook from now on, holding back tears while hugging my parents, getting into the truck and driving away.

But onwards we went, and eventually we made it through and arrived in Denver.

The process of setting up a new life is actually pretty tedious. There are emissions tests to be conducted. Vehicle registrations to transfer. Drivers licenses to acquire. Utilities to set up. Utilities to call support about when the internet doesn't work. Utilities to call support about again when the internet still doesn't work, and apparently requires a visit from a technician to resolve.

There's the inevitable trip to IKEA when you realize your new apartment has almost zero built-in storage and you now have nowhere to put any of your stuff that's just sitting around in boxes. The moment of sad realization at the register when you see how much you're spending. The mundane trips to grocery stores to stock your empty refrigerator. The constant re-arrangement of drawers and cabinets.

Now you have a new address, so you have to update every website you've ever given your billing and shipping addresses. The IRS wants to know you moved. The USPS wants to know you moved.

And then at some point... you look around and realize you're home. This is home now. There's art on the walls, and lamps in the corners, and fewer and fewer cardboard boxes sitting around making you feel guilty.

So here we are. It's been a fairly draining couple of weeks, but now we're all settled in. The weather has been gorgeous – warm and sunny, with the exception of a freak snowstorm on Mother's Day (70°F and sunny on Saturday, six inches of snow on Sunday, with Monday warm enough you could hardly tell it snowed at all). The scenery in Colorado is nothing short of beautiful, with plenty of hiking trails and open spaces for both us and our dog to explore to exhaustion. Even my car gets better fuel economy here.

I think we'll be okay.

In other news, I am now the Web Content Administrator for AORN, a non-profit organization in Denver, a position I'm especially excited to take on. After spending six years in a large corporation, as great as the people and experiences there were, I really wanted to find someplace smaller where each person could make a real difference. It'll also be particularly refreshing to have an income again, so there's that.


Moving to Denver

In two weeks, I'll be packing all my worldly possessions into a truck and driving across the country, a thousand miles from the only place I've ever really called home.

I've lived in Milwaukee pretty much my entire life. With the exception of my time away at college, this city has been home. And even then, Milwaukee was still home in a way that the cinderblock dorms and cramped off-campus housing never was. I grew up here, made friends here, have friends here. But it's time to move on.

When my last job ended, I knew it was an opportunity that would probably not present itself again for a while. I have no real estate to sell off, no children to pull out of schools, no real concrete reasons not to pack up and go try something new somewhere else.

So we're moving to Denver. My girlfriend Sarah and I are packing up everything we own and moving from a great city on the coast of a beautiful lake to a great city at the base of a gorgeous mountain range.

Why Denver?

Why not? It's beautiful in Denver. You can see mountains from just about anywhere. Seasons don't try to kill you. In Wisconsin, winter lasts nine months, during which the snow never melts and you forget how to be warm. Summer lasts maybe three months, during which the sun has a personal grudge against you and you forget what it's like not to sweat. Spring and Fall are myths.

We thought about a few other places. Portland is weird but has never seen the sun first-hand. San Francisco is amazing but has no concept of personal space. Denver has a great climate, tons of places to go hiking, and won't bankrupt us within days of arrival. And, perhaps more importantly for Sarah, it has tons of good breweries.

Sarah and I spent a week there earlier this year to figure out where to live, get a lease in place, and get our bearings for where we'll be spending our time. It turns out the housing market is insane, and the rental market specifically is worse.

We were originally hoping to find a nice two-bedroom rental house with a fenced yard for Sarah's — scratch that, I've been informed the correct pronoun is our — dog Tiki and maybe a garage. That dream quickly devolved into "let's just find somewhere we can be afford to be not-uncomfortable." We settled on a very nice apartment complex, which isn't quite what we had in mind but is nice enough and affordable enough to make do for a year while we find somewhere closer to our ideal.

The physical preparations

The physical side of this process has actually been remarkably easy, if somewhat tedious. You're forced to step back, really evaluate the things you own, and decide just how important your stuff truly is. You have to look at every possession and decide whether it's really worth it to pack it up, load it into a truck, unpack it on the other end of a long drive, and find somewhere to keep it. A lot of the time, the answer is "not worth it" and you find yourself making routine trips to Goodwill and finding friends and family willing to buy or just take the rest. (It helps when you know there's very limited storage space on the other end of the trip and can use that as a perfectly legitimate excuse for why you're trying to get rid of things.)

After months of preparations and waiting, it's down to the last two weeks, and now there's this need to be done with it, to get it all over with. Everything that can reasonably be packed has been packed. Everything that's left out either can't be packed (big bulky items like furniture or my vacuum cleaner) or is needed until right before the move (clothes, some kitchenware and the like). I keep looking around my apartment trying to find something that can be put away, yet finding nothing.

Every unsealed box is radiating a sense of incompleteness. Anxiety incarnate.

My spare bedroom is a study in ordered chaos. Mostly-full cardboard boxes and plastic storage bins sit on the floor and atop a desk along one wall. Empty boxes and packing materials lay along the opposite wall, waiting their turn to join their friends on the other side of the room. Boxes that were once taped shut are pulled open to give access to some item previously thought safe to pack away.

There's also the process of shutting down one life before starting a new one back up elsewhere. There are utility services to be cancelled, change of address forms to be filed, insurance policies to be transferred and apartment showings to conduct. The pantry and fridge need to be depleted. The chest freezer needs to be emptied and defrosted. A truck has to be rented. Each individual thing is easy enough, but it makes a formidable to-do list.

But at the end, it's all just stuff, so it's not so bad.

It's the not-so-physical part of the move that's difficult. But that's a subject for a later post.

Update: I moved to Denver!