cybernetic yogi

8 04 2011

now for something completely different.  this is a comment i just left on (and if he allows it to be published, i’ll be slightly surprised ;).  quote:

ok so i’m a bit late to the Lets-All-Realise-Everett-Bogue-Is-Suffering-From-Naivety-And-Megalomania Party. that’s fashionable, right?

i’ve been reading some minimalist stuff lately & it’s been impossible to avoid seeing Everett Bogue popping up everywhere.  so i read some of him too.  before too long, i couldn’t shake the impression that Everett Bogue is just another insufficiently read/educated GenYer who thinks he’s the first person to discover something, but had the nous to capitalise on it and get a bunch of Fellow Seekers to pay him to live The Good Life – for the time being at least.

congratulations Mr Bogue, you’re a the top of a tiny pyramid scheme.  you’ve successfully discovered the ‘secret’ of countless shonks before you.

my best friend spent a year traveling the world – minimalist style – in 1996, and maintain that low-possession-count lifestyle in two of Australia’s busiest & most capitalist/consumerist cities, until his untimely death a few years ago.  minimalism wasn’t anything new then, and it sure as frak isn’t anything new now, although for sure the lessons can be carried into the digital realm.

but inherent in that low-possession-count ethos was an underlying reliance on other people’s possessions typically via living in a room with other housemates WHO PROVIDED MOST OF THE FURNITURE. and fridge. and ice cube trays.  when we took a holiday in Byron Bay, who do you think brought the beach towels?!!

Everett brags about how little he owns on his site.  i couldn’t help but notice there’s no refrigerator.  or beanbag.  who supplies those?  i’m guessing someone else.  that’s not minimalism, that’s an externality of the likes that any economic rationalist would be very proud. ? no, fuck you, Mr Bogue.  i understood the core of (and resonated with) minimalism from one brief conversation with my best friend 15 years ago.  i didn’t need to (and thankfully now can’t) spend $17 on your ebook to tell me what can be gleaned – for free – from hundreds of honest, well-meaning people.

and us$47 for your Minimalist Business ebook? yer kidding right?  i haven’t bought an ebook for more than $15 from highly talented writers who had something NEW to say.  no surprise you ignored my tweet politely asking why Minimalist Business cost so much.  so much for Twitter being the best way to communicate with you.

as for this $25/month cybernetic yogi shit, omg, that’s where you really lost me. as above, just another GenY kid so far up his own fundamental orifice he can’t see that he’s stumbled on what’s already been discovered long ago.  the abundance of nonsense cyber-infused new-age terminology won’t work on those who’ve seen it all before.  Facebook out – Twitter in?  fuck me, you sound like a vacuous fashion queen of the most objectionable kind.

Everett Bogue IS what i consider convergence; or history repeating itself, depending on how generous you feel today.

p.s. contrary to you bragging about your google rank for ‘cybernetic yogi’ etc, this ( site and 4 others ripping you a new one, were the first 5 hits when i googled “cybernetic yogi”. i pray that when i click on Image search i’ll see a cartoon Yogibear who’s been altered by the Borg.




out with the old

1 12 2010

ok, i admit it.  i tend to hoard stuff.

it’s not like i have an attic with a lifetime’s collection of McDonalds wrappers, scifi action figures, & milk bottle foil tops, but despite the periodic shedding of junk that’s inevitable after a lifetime of house-moving every few years inculcated from my parent’s lifestyle (a story for another day), i still tend to accumulate more stuff than i ever need or are likely to use in the foreseeable future.

despite what i like to think of as a less-than-normal compliance to the consumerist lifestyle, there’s a few exceptions:  clothes, movie/tv media, & technology.  today i worked on my wardrobe.  i’ve given several bags of clothes to the Salvo’s over the last 4 years since i moved in here, and turfed a bunch of sneakers only recently, but after a couple of hours this afternoon, this is what i had culled:

3 of those piles are well over a foot high, more than 3 full garbage bags of jeans/pants, shorts, tshirts, shirts, jackets & hoodies, underwear, belts, beanies…  and i’m not done yet.  it’s less than half my wardrobe, stuff that’s either too small, too big, worn out, styled-out, or i never liked it in the first place.  hopefully the Salvo’s can find a new home for it.

i’m getting rid of this shit that’s been not just taking up space, space that i probably won’t have as much of in the new place with J, but a constant visible reminder of of the last 10 years of my life, some of which is good, but some not so much.  to make way for the new, you’ve gotta get rid of the old, literally and psychologically.

and that’s just my wardrobe.  i’ve got two draws of ’emotional baggage’, & an office full of past-life techyjunk.  i can’t wait to shed more shit!

i’ve been reading some minimalist lifestyle bloggers recently, something that i think might go hand-in-hand with life Up North (or even a nomadic life).  perhaps i’m taking my first step toward that…