vacuum searcher

___Some guidelines on how to vacuum in a
rush without avoiding them neglected corners___


Vacuuming is the ubiquitous part of the modernist human destiny and dignity, it encompasses the obligations of man or woman, young or old, citizen or Immigrant, legal or Illegal, Healthy or Poorly, Philistine or Learned, Boss or Me, Regressive or Progressive, Evolving or Devolving.


To vacuum may at first appear to be in need of certain prerequisites, like having an apartment or a house, but the presumption cannot be any further from the truth as, even the homeless can vacuum. I recall in my own time I was forced into voluntary car-living, for over a year, while at the same time keeping a yuppie job without appearing to colleagues so, or making them admit so, including the then boss, (but never referred to as the Boss, as the term boss did not exist in my vocabulary then). But all those months I had to vacuum the car inside out as the dust and crumbs and yes them neglected corners would accumulate their favourite mementos.


The term vacuum enters the domestic vocabulary initially as a Verb – to vacuum – or vacuuming – but vacuum is a Noun a thing, to be put in to good utility. In humanities we often hear terms like Political Vacuum being used - or in Psychology may hear a description of life of dementia, leading to a crisis of values and the consequent vacuum, One may indeed describe the life of the Boss as a vacuum inside a vacuum. In nuclear physics, or elementary particle physics - vacuum can be anything, any learned institution can recognise as immense source of grants and direct cash or expenses claims, via direct government grants or requiring security clearance or not.


I hope the above rather short paragraphs have provided a little insight on how to proceed and lookout for, while doing the domestic vacuuming. I hope the very act of clarification of syntax and the etymological reading of this innocent word, has shed some leisurely light on an otherwise “sluggish” if not lethargic topic. But to a physicist having munched up all them grants, and paid for Frequent-flyer program credits by attending meetings and conferences, even, the odd book signing ceremony, and now collected it. Vacuum is the dynamism, the thing that moves, its engine roars, as if guiding the invisible hand to place the vacuum where it ought to manifest itself, but a manifestation is all that is, for the vacuum already so untenable is busy with next souvenirs and postcard.


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Intrigue of the day – there are at least two ways to be intrigued, because of the ways of the world, those intriguing due to their vastness grandeur and openness, projecting their luminosity into my world. Then there are those minuscule littles that keep posing the same query over and over making denial and dismissal impossible - this is intrigue as if a matter of the external world, my own posing, grandeur, ego, insecurity, vantage all are there and do conflate and define how I measure the scale of the things outside of me, ready for intrigue.



The latest in physics has been some charts to measure the luminosity, of various places in cosmos, and the assessed potential for life, as ratio of what is detectable by a potential life out there. Almost like the; “if a tree falls and no one is there to hear it does it ....” on the cosmic scale.... Working backwards, there seems to be a constant ratio going back to Big Bang on how bright and detectable the world is and how much life it can generate. But then in some parts of the world there is more luminosity to tickle the consciousness, and supposedly there are some places that may have life, but are very very dark ( by electromagnetic measures).



I would not write off the potential of darker parts of this cosmos having life supporting intellect, if anything; on earth the potential for viewing lots of stars at nights tends to run counter for a potential to developing a realist critique of the world, ,. Just think of England’s cloudy skies at nights and its fixations with the imperious desire to observe the real and do real experiments on the minuscule scale.


Any time I look up to the sky at night, in the dessert, or on mountain top, by memory or live, Middle East or Just outside of LAX, it becomes so overwhelming. But some do in actual fact play the - reveres intrigue game - put pen and paper together and define contours and measures and trajectories - thus work backwards as to how it all could have got to here by its momentum.


Talking of the, contours, measures and trajectories - heavenly bodies are not the only intrigue with such potential, I do recall my relationships of the - now past - hiding in the closets and luggage of my own current tempo. Truly recall heavenly body yet so earthly, but only to me as the leftover teen in me mesmerised, only racing as to which of us will be out of this relationship next, hardly a matter of dispute or worthy of attention as with time one side eventually was out of the intrigue.



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Sacred Sunny Sunday Identity Crisis of Moment.


Am I spam or am I for real, René Descartes says, “I exist therefore I am”. So much for deep moral and ethical challenges. Deciding whether a text is computer generated is no easy task. There are reputable philosophy departments, with international prizes, based on ideas of Nobel’s laureates, going back a few decades. Church and Turin ideas.


But the machine did not come about the day I unpacked my laptop at home. Much of the discourse on modernism and thus the inevitable escape into post modernity is about the sane, insane, same machine going back at least to Tempest.


The cavemen of Cueva de las Monedas, the worshipers at Stonehenge, Inca craftsmen of Tahuantinsuyo. All kept their communication art as a black art of much secrecy. It is only beyond the cave man , peasant man , hunter gathering man , that modernism and it universalizing becomes essential.


The urge to be universalized, is the same pulse that has machinated, via choices, fashion, media, politics, all with their own channels, sub cultures , one moments - despised, resisted, eccentric, and forced for the underground and next preached - by neon idols. Thus universalized.


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Today’s Episode – Them Stupid People –
Or - How to get into Hot Water –

My favourite places in London tend to be crowded places; I think we program ourselves into this love of busy places when in busy cities. I have been in London for so long that ‘My favourite’ places are just a caricature of myself more than anything else. I like the National Portrait Gallery, as a place that has left its remnants over times, then there are the London parks, and only wish I could keep them the way they were the first time I saw them all those years back.

There is also the Book London, or was truly the Book London. There was the British Library reading rooms, not a favourite but just an indication on how the times have moved along and renovated the place away from 19th century, into the late 20th suspended. Another more romantic and charged part of Book London must be Charing Cross Rd, which was the centre of many historic, new, used and folio bookstores. By quite coincidence was passing that area, after as many months, or years shying away from my favourite book habitat, to see the area all closed up and ready for demolishing, renovation. No doubt judging by the Reel Estate costs of central London skyscrapers are lining up to go up. The only conciliation on the street closure was , being able to see the lower sections of that road the way they were all those years back as they always have housed music instruments and other arts and painting galleries and shops.

Enough Nostalgia, currently my favourite London, is hanging around at Starbucks with coffee and mocha, and reading eBooks there and wait for the occasional familiar friend, foe or face. These tend to be in railway stations suppose, as they are crowded.


By contrast My Los Angeles, is not crowded, my favourite book stores, Borders in Torrance, various around Santa Monica, also some closed now, are very quiet and spaced out and lots of room to discover. Favourite pacific scenes in Redondo Beach, seems not discovered yet. But truly most of all I like most about LA is myself, I like myself more in Los Angeles, for some reason.


Tip toe on bath tub –

Talking of crowds, I think we have in wide and varied cultures of metropolitan areas have learnt to resist and dislike stereotyping, that is of course the familiar ones, for Race , Class, Education, Gender, Sexuality, etc, but I think these are just the ‘received stereotypes’ – There are also the more innate forms which we do not articulate with much refinement. But protect as the “other” person behaviour pattern that may be dealt with “judgmental articulation - and not fairness but - pragmatically correct - even though - politically not at all correct”.. ...At work I have this Operations Supervisor, and he is pedantic, I do not call him that, I just call him STUPID (innately to myself) . - Then there is an Instruments Supervisor, he is very evasive and aloof, I call him STUPID too ( to myself of course). – the list can go on, there is the Unit Manager, who really does not exist when needed, and what better adjective to call him STUPID (quietly).


Hot water –

There are many people in this world, who are more healthy, articulate, and more wealthy, I think I just call them stupid too. I am wondering if by some Time Machine if I were to be transported to meet the Sate in Los Angeles, who would be supposedly more articulate , healthy and possibly wealthy, but would also have less problem spending money in LA, than difficulty of spending money in London. I think I call him stupid too.



Rejoinder –

Bathtubs in London are shaped, in their peculiarly Victorian style with floating contours, I think they were made in this way to be inviting, even though the toes, may say otherwise. The style of Bathtubs seems to have got standardised all around the planet after years of Hygiene Promotion Campaigns by all them Hygiene Nazis. The markets in their ever more drive to expand into new territories have now appointed a new Shower Tzar to beat off the competitions from bathtubs.