Doing Without In Order To Have

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The fractal over-the-air TV antenna I finally got put together works okay just leaning against the wall. I made it from clothes hangers just to see if it had legs. It doesn't pick up all the stations I can reach with my old antenna setup, but that antenna is up high on a pole and outside where the signals might be more clear. I'm fairly impressed my jury-rigged antenna worked at all.

There are other shapes I can bend along the same pattern that might pick up some signals better than the simple form I copied from the internet. There are probably ways to hook several of these antennas together to find out if it can handle multiple signals. I don't have a clue. That's what I'm enjoying about this project. I discover new things as I go along.

There may be a way I can put together a fractal antenna that might be presented as an elaborate wire sculpture. I don't think anything matters to the signal except the shape of the metal wire used to build them. The antennae used in the new cell phones and smart phones are fractal antenna designed. Apparently it doesn't matter if they're teeny tiny.

I'm wondering if very powerful antennas could be designed as mobiles like the ones you see in museums. I'd like to design one that I could use as the base of a lamp. The Lowe's store near town has 25 feet of solid copper wire that would be excellent conductive material, and strong enough to hold the shapes I bend it into without sagging.

In the end game it's still a TV antenna that can only pick up over-the-air transmissions, and that limits what any antenna can do. The old network stations of CBS, ABC, NBC, FOX, and PBS is just about it. Some of them are multicasting several channels and the options are better for rural areas than previously, but the satellite dish antennas are a piece of cake if you can afford the service.

I refuse to pay for the content they put out for the most part. It's the same reason I don't go to the movie houses or listen to recorded music. They are all graven images that I didn't create. I find it impossible to conduct my affairs with other people's ideas of what my reality should be like to cope with theirs.

At this juncture I am is not preparing for some fabulous future I might have if I win the lottery for millions of dollars, much less prepare myself for an occupation that might provide me with the opportunity to earn millions of bucks to buy the pleasures in life I might desire. I've pretty much decided not to desire pleasure.

True, I do enjoy whatever pleasure come my way, I just don't seek them out anymore. I don't know and can't guess what to seek for, much less that if I find something I dreamed up that it would deliver the goods promised.

If I live in the moment I figure I might be able to recognize when pleasure can be harvested as it happens in the mundane turn of affairs. That is, if I'm not too preoccupied with wishing for what might not provide me with what I have labeled pleasure previously.

That's the point of getting rid of the baggage that keep this recognition of what pleasure can be gained from wot's sot before me in the here and now. It's a little like sleeping with one eye open. I can weed my garden at the same time I'm looking for some ripe fruit that will stop my world for a moment or two.

It's like being receptive to the term "nemesis" when it finally shows up after hardy efforts have been made to elicit it's desired present. At times it's so sneaky about making an appearance I can respond to that I miss the opportunity when it's here.

Centering one's integrity on the interpreted and translated words of dead prophets seems like a method of salvation I can do without, and as a miser, if I can do without something/anything without a sense of burdensome loss, I am is gonna do without it.

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