Dopamine is pleasure more or less. Pleasure redirects your brain circuits. So everything that gives dopamine too easily will short circuit your big planned outcomes.

• Facebook is a hit of dopamine
• Instagram is a hit of dopamine
• Twitter is a hit of dopamine
• CNN MSNBC FOX are 3 hits of dopamine
• Youtube viewing is a hit of dopamine
• Chocolate is a hit of dopamine
• Video games are a hit of dopamine
• Alcohol is a hit of dopamine.

now I don’t know the literature so I don’t know if they are all actually specifically releasing that chemical in the body but these are all giving easy pleasure without effort, so if you have big planned outcomes, IE taking over the world or whatever, shut them nasties off!

Not sure what to say about listening to quality music, watching quality films and television or doing yoga or other exercises. Methinks there is a balance and those activities would play into that balance if used properly and enhance achievements of big planned outcomes verses stealing them away from you. Prosper.

AaronKing

Washington DC –

In an addendum to her Green New Deal, congresswoman Alexandria Ocasio-Cortez (AOC) has proposed a new ban on happiness.

She said, “Historically speaking, happiness has been something that’s been experienced by the ruling classes, so we feel that happiness is a supremacist sentiment, and is rather imperialist in nature. So we’ve decided to enforce a ban on happiness, just so that others feel they are you know, being treated fairly. When you experience happiness, somebody lower on the socioeconomic ladder might be offended by your experience of this happiness and that’s not right and it’s not American. We just can’t have that type of reckless behavior going on anymore.”

She added that she was aware that happiness does not directly impact the environment, but asserted that the ban on happiness reflects the importance of upholding our moral cause for equality and justice for all types of urban peoples, which she added are the only American people.

When questioned as to how the she or the government was going to monitor people’s happiness in order to enforce the ban, she responded with, “I find that question highly racist.”

She then laughed heartily, gave one of her deep trademark grins, and smiled widely for the camera, saying, “The fact that I can serve this country and make things right makes me so happy, as I deserve to be.”

The highest ideal is to offer someone intrinsic value. Or maybe that’s the highest value to the creator of the product, at least from my perspective. The recipient both needs materials of intrinsic value and of learning. But to offer someone direct value is rarer, more noble, and more difficult especially when the quality is very high. Materials of intrinsic value include music, stories, literature, songs, jokes, comedy, television shows, plays, philosophical works, artistic photographs, entertaining foods, movies and so on. Materials of learning include how-to’s, courses, textbooks, college educations, most podcasts which are instructing something, generally anything that offers the recipient the hope of learning something so he or she can improve their life in some way. Often in the world of world of YouTube that learning, usually doled out in a specific chosen “niche” includes how to make money and how to get views and subscribers, how to manifest something, or how to do fix make sell build a zillion different things. This feels particularly somewhat like a pyramid. Is teaching a pyramid scheme? Hey kid I’ll teach you how to do math so you can pay me and then teach the next younger kid how to do math and he can pay you. But what are else are we going to do with the math? Teach more people and charge them.

I feel that as a creator it’s of utmost importance to give the recipient something of intrinsic value. Beethoven didn’t write his symphonies and say, “Hey listen to this symphony and it will show you how to make ten thousand a month in passive income.” He said, “Hey listen to this symphony and your entire soul will fly out through your eyeballs and launch into the solar system into orbit with the rings of Saturn.” (Yes, that’s an actual Beethoven quote but I am a liar.) When researchers and scientists discover new formulas and prove hypotheses, others can learn from this but is it of mainly intrinsic value? I think so. So pure knowledge seems to straddle the ledge of intrinsic value and learning. Knowing reality is intrinsically valuable, it’s an expansion of the mind.

Tim Ferriss is basically a fancy teacher. Most everyone with a podcast is offering how-to or learning. Unless the podcast is fictional or is some story based format where you get some entertainment or joy directly from it regardless of wanting to better yourself for something specific, then it is of teaching or how-to value.

How-to’s are a copout. For me. I want to be able to offer the public intrinsic value. I don’t want to have to say, oh hey if you watch my video I’ll show you how to get a million subscribers, clean your cat, make a pumpkin pie, manifest your dreams, fly a ceramic kite, fart in a crowded room without being discovered and so on.

What’s cooler, being a guy who interviews Nikki Sixx and offering the insights of a songwriting genius or being Nikki Sixx and writing and recording dozens of songs that blew away the youth of the 80s?

It’s all about intrinsic value. Nikki Sixx didn’t put out a YouTube channel about how to write killer rock songs. He wrote killer rock songs which blew away a generation of music hounds.

Let me think more about this. Of course teaching is important. But it’s of the highest importance to create at the highest level, to do something that no instructor, podcaster, marketer, or glorified teacher can do. I guess many publish and teach. They research for intrinsic value output and teach for income. But the highest level of achievement is to produce intrinsic value and be paid massive sums of money for that production alone, and to not have to offer how-to’s. This is my asinine opinion.

Or should I say moldy pumpkin. Our pumpkin molded. This is not supposed to be a professional blog. We got him, carved him up, gave him a starring role in our latest Bananabelly video, the Halloween special, and he went and molded up in like five days. I guess we didn’t scoop out his brain seeds enough. Anyway, rest in green mold beards flappy pumpkin. I don’t know why I called him Flappy.

This blog is just a daily collection of thoughts, mental reverberations, plans, ideas and strategies. It it not meant to be a presentation of grand coherent essays and dissertations on how to completely make and execute keto pumpkin pie, or how to solve climate change without strange European teenage girls shaming the world. It’s just blither blather. Maybe one day I will unveil falutin presentations of essayic wonderment. But for now, farts.

I successfully bought pork chops. But the approach was difficult and the execution of decision was distracted. There were three rather youthful people, (20s or 30s) having a lengthy mouth rap party gathering right in front of the meat section. Nice quiet grocery store in Forest Hills, no one around: Full on three person party in the meat section. Standing right where I’m looking for pork chops, moving in front of the next meat selection I want to make with predictable accuracy, kind of like someone guarding in Basketball, except while ignoring me.

Oh yeah, man, I love Jordan, I mean I grew up with him. I’m like 38.

Yeah but the world series was just so surprising.

et ceterum

Why! It’s Queens. Show some respect like everyone else here. This is the polite-ist place on earth! Live like it.

Philadelphia is undiscovered, by me. We went there for Halloween. I was dressed as a mustached cowboy and Heidi was dressed as a Playboy Bunny. A black lady on the street said, hey look at those two. And then to us, what’cha all is?! I replied, We are the memorialization of traditional gender roles now forsaken in America. She said, oh yeah, I gotcha. What are those things called? … hipsters!

But no we are not.

Making a YouTube channel is time consuming. I put many many hours into the editing of the Halloween special. And as of today, I think it has 61 views. No matter, I will press on. I need more powerful computer equipment to edit multiple layers in 4K 60P. So I dropped it down to 30P and still crashed my Computer like a Vanagon on the Nürburgring like 10,000 times. The goal is to post three times a week. The ideal is to post daily. Both on this blog and on YouTube.

Pennsylvania has a a lot of old stuttery Americanaesque buildings and is the perfect creepy haunted land to visit for Halloween. We ate dinner in an old country bar in the country that was part of a country house that looked like a country white country barn. It was very friendly as were the staff. Inside they were not playing country, but the world series. Mega disappointment. Not on who won. (I still have no concern in finding out… who was even playing). Just that it was on. Instead of country.

We drove through tiny winding roads and dark foggy forests with the fear of a mothman or a headless horseman at every turn. We even crossed a dim one way wooden bridge with that scary horror frame on top of it. We stopped the car on the side of a lonely highway, turned and drove down into a bare harvested corn field and took off our shoes and ran and howled in the rain. OK, no we didn’t take off our shoes or howl, but we did run in the rain. And transform into werewolves. We stayed at the Globe Inn. Which looks like an old western hotel on the only street in town and was built probably in the 1800s. And (beginning a sentence with And again because who’s gonna stop me) might be haunted, but no ghosts said hello to us. It was a great Halloween.

I want to Explore Philly more. The Mutter Museum of medical horror stories gave me the gilly willys. It is honestly too nauseating. I thought I was going to parff a few times. There are many museums in that funky town, and many natural looking folk, not like the pretensers that appear to the litter the five boroughs of New York. I loves the New Yorksers, no nastiness intended here.

Tomorrow I will edit more videos for the YouTube maw of infinite viewer teeth.

Unfollow me on Twitter, said nobody ever.

@aaronpeta.

The new Bananabelly video is finally done. Well it’s baking in the CPU oven. Encoding and rendering for about 5 hours so far. My computer is so old. At least it has 7 cores. I have the hot lust for 4K 60 but I have the reasonable technology for 1080P 30. So everything takes 5 hundred (thousand) times as long to do. It’s like I press a mouse button and clunk, there’s a silent echo into a perilous RAM chasm, and then what seems like 3 minutes later a frame redraws on the screen, even when using ultra low res previews.

The lessons to be learned. It’s a balance between getting the job done and tweaking it to be just about right, but not just right. Just right means I would never finish. It would be from The beginning of the Silmarillion to the end of The Hunger Games before I released a video.

Building a YouTube channel is not a light matter, especially if you’re a laughing hyena in your imagination like me, with a million twists and turns and pops and snaps on the editing timeline every nanosecond. It’s the time it takes to organize and prioritize large projects. The ideal is to release two videos a week or more. I can reach way more cretins, droolers, and nematodes (lovable euphemisms for audiences) online than I can in a comedy club.

Now there are different ways to make comedy, to be humorous, or to style something comically; and the genres of video webshows and live standup comedy are two widely separated mediums. Since my brain is sporadic and my thoughts blend together in an abstract continuum and I have a hard time compartmentalizing, it’s much more difficult for me to compose a live delivery joke package and thus much more tiring and discombobulating to do standup than to create videos. I mean, probably most people won’t understand Bananabelly videos anyway because of the spazz barf mode execution I tend to exude. But that is not the goal, or the point or the intention. I refute myself of the previous statement. Most if not all will understand Bananabelly videos because it is a medium in which I can express the natural flow of my thoughts through the video making process and so I will express them properly and people will like it and laugh dammit. That is the goal and the intention. And it will be achieved.

Standup comedy is a specific magic trick. You have to want to be able to convince the incidental group of strangers haphazardly assembled in front of you in that particular moment to laugh. You have to get this knack for drawing it out in that exact context: dark room, bright spotlight, drunk people in chairs, amplified speakers. It’s much different than a television show, where there are so many options and possibilities due to the much higher numbers of factors, from writing and story, to characters and visuals, and effects, sounds, music, colors lighting, and, you get the idea.

But to my point: I have to get more shows/episodes/videos up on YouTube in a faster more efficient pace and organize my resource libraries much better. I mean you can spend over two hours like a dumb monkey at a banana museum just picking the musical background track for a 15 second interlude in a 5 minute video. But it’s gotta be the right one. So I resolve to increase the efficiency engines and organization, the decision making and finishing of productions so that I will give viewers something that I want to and that they will find that they want over time as well. To grow my viewers into droolers is the ultimate outcome. Millions of thirsty bananabellering howlers eyeballing and earworming my and Heidi’s creations.

So without any other computer oven glitches, the multiplicitous editing horror of Bananabelly’s Pumpkin Patch Halloween Special will be done and posted today, this afternoon. Oh I think I hear my editing computer coming in for a landing right now… the turbines have stopped roaring. Happy Bellying.

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Consciousness is growing, globally, on everything. This has to be a good thing. It feels painful that there are so many arguments, counter-opinions, value clashes, squabbles, scuffles, political battles and public messes. Everyone hates everyone else, you know. The left hates the right and the right hates the left. Too many snowflakes, too many jerkoffs. Fantastic! This has to be better. Because we have more consciousness. It’s great to live in the 70’s and drive a gas guzzling Detroit muscle car, grow a mustache and be rude all over town, but no one knows about it. No one knows, who’s being bad who’s being good, what people are doing and saying, in a wider public fashion, without all the internets we have today. The fact that we’re fighting about everything is awesome. We always were, but now everyone can see and hear all of it. It may be painful to work this out and feel like a barfass stomach bomb in your unhappy brain but it’s part of the deal of growing global consciousness. This way eventuaaaaaaaaly we can all understand each other better and the wars and battles will entropy (I don’t understand the definition of that word) down until we’re all dead and there’s no problems, just kidding, until we can more universally understand and accommodate various ways of living and thinking around the world. Although it seems fun and exciting to go back to the good old days where you could slap a bikini on the bottom and laugh stomp your way down the rockway with your mustache spraying cocaine and snapping your fingers to the heavy metal beat, it’s better to widen all of our collective consciousness, through the obvious constructive and distributive power of global media (and global mass consciousness, a whole other topic) so that in the future you will be able to do all of that with the blessings and good humors of all the people who want to do a bunch of things that today would seem argumentative and counter-agenda to your Corvette-Mustache joyride, for example: have everyone of every age and all 375 genders pee together in the same bathroom into the same toilet at the same time, facing each other.

Slicing editing developing finding a damn place to shove my shoe horn into my devil horns and start launching something. I’ve got several Bananabelly videos in the queue, several other channels and two or three other thingamagoos out the wazoo. It’s a lot of building building building. It’s a large choo choo train up a purple rocky mountain. Several other and plans and diabolical rages, pages and development stages. Never ever posting on the damn instagram. This is just nothing but a place holder for insanity, nothing but a notation of tempestuous volcanic misdirected creativity. Something useful will arise from the firestorm of frantic activity.

With no due respect to the malnourished vegan ghost of Steve Jobs, my question is not how is Apple a trillion dollar company, but how in the world did they ever stay in business? The iPhone XR is clunking hunka junk. The iOS is totally random, haphazard and illogical, no sense of intuition whatsoever. This is their TENTH generation of evolution?!? The windows and apps are in random order, but all these grievances are things someone could learn the swing of over time.

The thing cannot plug into a computer and transfer files. This is a basic 1996 feature of a hardware device. Every time I plug it into any computer (yes, Windows PC, PC standing for politically correct, meaning it accepts all religions, races, creeds, genders and sexual orientation of other computers, unlike some judgemental fruitarian brands of computers). I attempted several different computers and more than one cable, a full hardware test from Apple Support, several levels of tech support, and all the latest updates. This thing is less reliable than a gasoline covered Ford Pinto. “A Device Attached to The System Has Stopped Functioning!” Well maybe you should have engineered it to function when you sent it to the sweatshop to be built.

And the file structure, kill me now. Just a bunch of folders randomly thrown together with the image and video files shoved in with arbitrary nomenclature, no sense of what folder they’re supposed to belong to… just take a guess loser, the picture you’re looking for might be anywhere. It reminds me of kind of like a 5 year old whose mother said, organize all your finger paintings from art class Johnny and then you can go out and play, and he just stuffed everything in randomly as fast as he could and said OK time to crash my skateboard! Basically like a homeless person’s cardboard apartment on a city street.

(read as an infomercial narrator)

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(Yeah definitely tweet me, that’s a fake number*, I didn’t register it, I just put it up there to make the ad copy look more glamorous.)

(*Fake number… But I really actually will buy your genuine gold off you at those prices, no questions asked.)

(or make me an offer, I might even go lower… can you believe it!)

(Could you imagine selling me a 400oz bar of solid gold for like five dollars! Don’t miss your chance.)