“A comedic rockhound parody inspired by Elvis Presley’s iconic ‘Hound Dog.’”

Ain’t nothin’ but a rock hound,
Houndin’ all the time.
Got a shovel in my backpack,
And a pickaxe on my spine.
If you see me by the riverbed—
I’m crawlin’ like it’s mine.

Today I have been reunited with my gear. We had a fallout. As I inventory it im relieved and astonished how and why it was packed. A friend came out of nowhere ready to help me out on a limb as normal. Some beautiful pictures on the drive. So much to catch up. I am mentally preparing myself to unravel to raw journalism and face extreme humility and powerlessness. the biggest edge my ego has ever sat on. The pattern of life has to be complex every simple move is not allowed as my scientist boot camp is ongoing. Perspective from infinity lens and none at the same time hold a gunslinger stare.

From repacking my portable lab for the hundredth time to preparing for an interview with the mayor of Prineville, this week has been a blur of engineering, improvisation, and self-discovery. Somewhere between foam inserts, strap management, and absurd new inventions, I realized that being the Nomadic Mechanizer isn’t just about what I carry — it’s about how I wear the life I’m building.

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Packing Pressure

I’ve been saying I’m leaving for five days now. Every night I tell myself, “Tomorrow’s the day,” and every morning I realize I’m still not ready. My backpack sits there half-open like it’s judging me. Every time I think I’ve packed everything, something else appears out of nowhere — another cord, another adapter I might need for the lab.
I wasn’t even sure I could lift the thing once it was packed. I kept imagining trying to hoist it onto my shoulders in front of the bus stop and collapsing like a turtle. But the truth is, it’s not just the gear I’m organizing — it’s all the nervous energy that comes before a new adventure.

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The Portable Lab

Packing gets harder when your backpack doubles as a laboratory. Every cable and sensor has to earn its place. I’m trying to fit an entire manufacturing plant into something I can carry — a mobile ecosystem of circuits, solar inputs, and survival gear. Every time I repack, it’s not procrastination; it’s calibration. I’m tuning weight, balance, and purpose. Learning how to carry the future without letting it crush me.

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Training Camp

At my friend ladells place, the floor disappears under gear: cords, tools, winter clothes, and thrift-store bags I’ve scavenged for parts. It’s one of my unofficial training camps, where I test setups, improve systems, and rebuild myself as the Nomadic Mechanizer. This time, there’s a new backpack — one that feels more serious, more capable, like it’s daring me to live up to it.

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The New Pack

This pack is a machine. Separate sleeping-bag compartment, top-loading drawstring, a front zipper that opens like a garage door, and a detachable day bag. It’s my second Gregory, and the design shows me what i’ve been missing. It took hours of customization — adjusting the straps, learning that 60 % of the weight belongs above the hips, not below. Once it was dialed in, it felt like an exoskeleton built just for me.
The more I tweak it, the more it teaches me back: how to balance, how to move, how to adapt. It’s rated for 105 L but could push 140 L if pushed. A living system of clips, carabiner s, daisy chains, and elastic loops — each one another small conversation between design and discovery.

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Carrying the Future

Today I started building protective cases from foam — giving each circuit a soft armor. I merged my hygiene and first-aid kits, trimmed redundancies, and still somehow hit 150 lb before realizing it was too much. So tonight, I’m repacking again. Every cubic inch counts.
Tomorrow I’ll head back to my storage locker for the last few essentials before catching the bus to Prineville for the mayor interview. This isn’t just travel anymore — it’s iteration. Refinement in motion.

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Coda: The Nomadic Mechanizer

Now that survival feels solid, the engineering side is coming alive again. My five-monitor rig is ready to unfold, the portable lab is coming in focus more everyday, and the inventions are flowing — like my latest thought, a solar-triggered autonomous oatmeal-feeding machine. It’s half joke, half genuine concept, but that’s how creativity works: humor sparks innovation.
I used to joke that I’d do my grad project in the middle of the woods. Turns out, that’s exactly what I’m doing.

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Epilogue: The Worlds Lightest Suit

The first time I backpacked, I carried a full formal suit — shoes, belt, dress shirt, everything — and never wore it once. I’ve thought about it lately, though, designing a reversible Ultralight Suit: a jacket that turns inside out to become formal wear, rain pants that pass as dress slacks, a bandana tie, a hanger-frame crease. Ridiculous, maybe — but perfectly me.
Because in the end, the Nomadic Mechanizer isn’t just building machines. He’s turning the act of living into performance art — making the wilderness look a little more civilized, and making civilization look a little more wild.

Heres a video about an update on my portable. I forgot to mention the TI cas calculator that is also compatible. Its purpose is planned to be for environmental sensors.

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Heres a video showing everything that I want in my backpack with exception to extra organizers and rucksa k. I went from a 80l bag to a 105l same company gregory.

While running errans i met two more people with opportunity to work with. One lady has 9 dogs jere in Salem. I met her on the bus today. Jey dog can say i love you. Another is from Missouri. The missouri place is a ranch. There was a job offer from a lady in CA a few weeks ago. Ill follow up with and continue building the mech nomads story.

wow what an amazing adventure. so my buddy here who lives in prineville he wanted me to help him invest because he has a hard time investing and we’re also business partners. we  have our own departments his is

generational wealth management i’m the  lead engineering systems engineering management

department and we’re starting to come up with our stocks and mutual funds and how our investments would be structured. I  had this idea that we could call it the brothers band

because we’re both military his department and my department together would have our own stock and we’d call it the brothers band.ive been developing business partners

networking talking to people getting connected understanding what’s going on with the world

you know by foot and stuff and  well that’s kind of how i got where i’m at today right now

which is pretty wild and i’ll be raw with you i won’t filter my journalism if i don’t need to

you know like the only time i really filter is when  i’m just trying to respect other people’s privacy.  i don’t do

google analytics or anything like that to make my blog more popular i didn’t change my name to

something more like you know mainstream or something silly like that just not a sellout in that way.  i’m just like u  know level-headed and honest and challenge myself to be authentic and novel induce creativity. the scientist in me isolates in the woods to help me become

more creative. Most my  life growing up  i buy vehicles that needed to be fixed

I never bought one that was working perfectly.  my whole life I’ve

kind of forced myself into picking up projects that usually often kind of cause me a

lot of stress and anxiety and stuff like  how am I going to get to work how am I going to

get to college how am I going to get to class on time and all these things you worry about and

you know that’s just that’s who I am that’s my makeup

because you know I’ve mentioned it before I mentioned again here it’s like

Richard Feynman’s one of my idols as a as a theoretical physicist he

was always tinkering with stuff and fixing radios and the old tvs by switching the tubes

around or something and just doing it as a kid and people wondered how do you fix that stuff how do

you do that. He  just did it you know and  I always kind of put myself in positions where

you know, something like that is going to push me to the, between a rock and a learning spot,

instead of a rock and a hard spot, to give you  more insight

on me, like, how I kind of approach life.  I mean, it’s been the journey out here, I have so

much catching up to do, but I just want  to give more insight on all that, give you a lot of examples

on where that’s working, and where that’s happening, and stuff like that, but, yeah, so, two days ago,

well, a few days ago, I saw a vehicle on the side of the road for sale, and they wanted it for $1,200

or best offer, it’s a Ford Explorer 2005, seven-seater, and I was like, dude, man, you should pick up

this vehicle, like, you know,, we have money invested together.  I was matching

him, like, $280.

So, we had  $560 in our pool, I was telling him about this vehicle, because he wanted to have

another place to live, in case something happened, redundancy  your freedom, your backup plan. So i ask, do you want me to buy it for you,  you know, make him an offer,

the guy said he’d take whatever I offered him.

and my buddy’s like, well, just offer him, like, a hundred bucks, and I was like, that wouldn’t be

fair, bro, like, you could recycle that vehicle, like, metal alone, and everything, just recycling,

get about 300 bucks, so,  I don’t want to undershoot him, and, you know, I just want

to be an honorable person, like, respectful, .I got to respect myself at the end of

the day, too, having good

character, and  not taking the easy way out challenging myself, and, you know,

to succumb and surpass characteristic traits that I believe to be insignificant, like, not

contrastable, or, if that’s even a word, or have a lot of abstract, or artistic, you know, a lot of

painting on your canvas, it’s like a sunset, and that’s all they ever paint on

their canvas, and mine is, like, a Picasso, and other famous,

artists, like, what is that, Leonardo da Vinci, or whoever it is, these people, you know, these

famous artists, and stuff, like, my canvas can be cleared off, and I can have a completely

different painting than the last time, and that kind of versatility, I think, is keeping me more

pliable, and, you know, you don’t get stuck in your ways, like, you don’t get stuck with certain

biases, psychological norms that are happening so often in your life that you no longer,

really pay attention to them. I bring stuff up like this, you know, often, or every once in a while.

my philosophy on life, and it’s been holistic, and it’s been questionable, as my self-confidence

grows, so does my determination to be more eccentric, so it’s like, it’s like catching

at the flyweight, you know, you have like a big professional fight coming up, and you

got a flyweight you got to catch weight at. you know, you’re training,  harder than

anything than you’ve ever done in your life, you train extremely in harsh conditions, you

go in like a sauna in a wetsuit and lose like 15 pounds in a half an hour, just ridiculous

stuff like that, so anybody was able to pull out of that metaphor, or that simile, or whatever

it’s called there, what I’m trying to get at, I hope you get something out of it, but

this, the vehicle, I go back over there, they’re like, yeah,

we do that, you know, and they say, come back, you can come back 7 to 8 p.m. tonight, because I had

walked into town, and I mailed a box of rocks home to my sister, Rachel, in Minnesota, sent

to her house there, so she could make an art project, and walked around town, and explored

a little bit, but when I am heading my way out of town, they said, you know, you can

come by later tonight, and I said, I would be, because this is my way out back to my campsite,

eight miles out of town, up that road, that goes right where they lived, where the Ford was for

sale, so I go up there, and they’re like, I’m just looking at the vehicle, and they thought I was snooping.

so the aunt or whoever she is threatens to call the cops on me and i’m like

just looking at the vehicle i want to look under the hood some more i want to see how everything

is going on it see what it looks like i still had some questions im  telling

the guy just let me do a thorough analysis on it and i’ll pay you what i think it’s worth

and i wasn’t just coming up with the numbers by myself they said there

was some rattling noise in it and i’m just i’m realizing that i’m taking the gamble that it could

be a timing belt issue and that’s really expensive or it could be something simpler like a tensioner

pulley or an idler you know something that it’s just making some noise a click click click noise

and I  pretty much got ran off the land that night but i was like hey just give me a call



eventually i came back in the town a couple days later

and i had cash on me this time so i could do a cash offer i brought 400 bucks and

i was gonna i was talking to my buddies some more and trying to figure out where to put this bid at

and i wanted to kind of start at 280 so it’d be just what we were matched at for investment

investing so i i bid i say 300 i’ll do 300 on it and this is okay so as long as i get it to run

i’ll be happy if i get it to run i drive it just like half a mile down the road to the auto zone

and i get there and there’s these people

helping me they want to help me work on the vehicle it’s really quite amazing experience

like these auto zone workers would take their shirt off their back to help you

out it was it’s ridiculous it’s a small town it doesn’t feel like a regular auto zone it feels

like a family like they just  want to really help you and it was i can’t give you all

the details and everything because of course that privacy issue but just how kind and caring they

were and the whole pay it forward thing you know.

I meet a lot of people all the time who are like, we want to pay it forward.

And I was like, I want to pay it forward too.

How am I going to do that if you’re paying it forward?

Or like one lady suggested that you get the feeling of joy.

You know, the gift of giving is the feeling of joy.

And that resonated with me.

I was like,  that’s a great way to word that.

So, you know, I’m not rich by any means.

I’m actually in quite a bit of debt.

And I’m ignoring some of my financial problems.

I’m going to overcome it.

I’ve got confidence.

I don’t think I’m going to get stuck in a hole or nothing.

But I never take the easy way out.

I just usually never do it.

I’m building character.

I’m trying to nail Jell-O to a tree.

You know, it’s just, it’s that.

Work, the hard work that you have to do is just sweat and blood.

You know. It’s  hard to explain.

But I think you can tell when you meet somebody with a lot of character

that they  have a certain reverence or it’s not really like pride,

but it’s like honor and self-respect.

And when you have  these positive characteristic traits,

that are on your plateau or your platé,

for me, symbolically, it means something more

than just what is occurring in those moments.



It’s like expansionism for myself, my mind, my scientific curiosity.

You know, I feel as though I can be a bigger problem solver,

overcome larger problems.

Larger challenges, face big life difficulties with out even flaring

a nostril or something like this.

And so I’m, I’m working on that stuff.

And I’m constantly, I’m doing it a lot.

When I was younger, it was stressful with the cars instead,

not knowing if you’re going to get to work and all these things.

But , I’m continually doing it.

And sometimes people want to give to me.

They want to do something nice for me.

And I don’t always allow them to do it.

And I think sometimes I need to be more accepting of it,

to accept people’s help or their kindness and gratitude. Allow them to have joy.

I do think there’s a lot of value in me.

Like with all the education, I mean, I went to college for  13 years.

I’m like over 400 college credits.

I mean, one of my academic advisors is like,

you have the equivalence of three PhDs.

I know I’ve disciplined myself in education.

And I want to push the rock up the hill.

And I want all my business partners and my family to be there.

When I say family, I mean like people who are integrated

into the same goals and stuff as me.

Like same philosophy and caring and being a scientist.

And wanting to innovate and make the world a better place.

So I carry that stuff close to my heart.

Well, we pick up the vehicle and drive it down to AutoZone,

working on it.

And I end up sleeping in the parking lot that night.

I didn’t have it all fixed.

Some of the stuff was good.

Wake up, it’s really, really cold out.

My backpacking gear’s up in the mountains.

I just have a small day bag with me.

And I’m like, what am I doing?

You know, like, my gear is up there in the middle of nowhere.

Could be like a deer or some wild animals right now digging in my food bag.

I haven’t even been up there in three days now.

And it just is not really the smartest thing in the world to be doing.

So I’m like, what am I doing?

But I’m doing it.

I’m doing it.

I’m living this life.

This is the second day I’m in the AutoZone parking lot.

I worked on it all day.

Had some more people come in by.

And they’re just willing to help out, take their shirt out of their bag.

And it’s just an amazing thing.

And nobody wants anything really out of it.

They just want to be like, it seems like they just want to be appreciated more.

Like, they want to be valued.

Like, it’s like a self-respect thing.

And I think, like, just acknowledging people in that certain manner, it’s going to help.

It’s going to help.

It’s going to carry a lot more weight and volume throughout life.

First time ive been in civilization in about 2 momths. Stopped briefly in Prineville coming from a 9 mile hike with to many rocks. Sent a flatrate box to my sister of an asortment of them to hopefully set some tracks for our art project collaboration. The idea is to make something custom and to aunction it along with other things. I’ve been rockhounding like a mad half man. Yesterday i pondered what does it mean to go full automated. What do I need to preserve and what can be swiped out. I feel like my conscious might be a pivital component to being human. If i give that up and go all cybernetics how would i act? What would it look like can i transform one way and go vack to partially human. How does my observation double slit experiment change with my effect on the environment. Can a cyborg find my coulbate (soulmate). It is a silly but serious matter. With so many people skeptical of the future could becoming a cyborg help turn the page of society apprehensive and disbelief of ying yang of life. How many see the world ending how many see it begin and how many think we are quantumly between planes? I havent updated my blog very much at all. Ill upload some photos now of some of my bread winner rocks. Lots of stuff to share but little time to do so. This is the first time ive had good signal with my phone in months. Ive met many new people see many opportunites to vector down some roads as the nonadic mechanizer. My philosphy for the journey is scales on my eyes a blind mans walk and grim reeper behimd every butte reasing me. My perception seems to have become something completely different. My heart is maluable, flexes and strentchs in the uglys fprmations on the surface but bears uncomparable beauty on the inside. This metaphor holds trie for some of the rocks out here. Ugly on the outside and moneumental on the inside. One of my weakers technical skills is IT and last night my join was overwhelming raimimg in this science with already well polished engineering and trade skill traits. Doors open with a slight breeze showing a plethora of venues to explore amd accomplish, learn from and behave. The irish man in me has me dancing and the giant in my brain grins with slow gaining awareness.

The 550 cord is of an evolution of ovsessive knot tieing. The kayak was suppose to be my few day trip toa gold panning location but things took a whirling spiralling turn and i departed from the ancestral home to begin again to find the perfect peace. A new friend is letting me borrow there kayak tmrw. We work together at his place. His wife made me enchilladas best ive every had in my life. Im find ppl much older then me interested and repulsed and humored by my wild ideas and way of life. Planting seeds for the future. Coming determined to show a way paste previous bais collapsed pretenous thought limits. The world does stand with one knee down it spins around my musical surround sound town. Rjtym beats are not foumd in music but instead in the absence of noise absence of dustraction absence of influence absence of being a slave to a bottlenecking system most see as a wondrous life with adrum beat waiting to be heard as the drum rolls and rolls down the hill. My drum beat vibrates with bass and tremble inside a pool of uncertainty and shootimg from the hip. The cyborg os come to repurpose man as i am. And seeking to furnish the burrows of our lifes settlements and repetitive nuaces in life. No pattern can behold an ancestry call of reperification… ill get back the the journey pick up with Way pints of time part two very soon. Grateful for all and yet to come in this limitless limitered litter journey of wolfs dragons and eagles. The new manborg is mcgevor, jamesbone and tarzan is they had a baby or and tom hanks from the movie with the football e calls wilson

Mark Train an spiration stars wars vs spaceballs pictorist accent figmeted

I’m sitting here today reflecting on what the difference is between an acquaintance and a friend.

It’s an interesting dynamic.

You know, like, your friend would do anything for you, help you out when you’re down and out,

when you need help and nobody’s around.

Maybe they’re your one last lifeline, your best friend in the whole world.

Maybe it’s just a stranger who would take their shirt off their back to help you out because that’s just the way they are. They weren’t even your friend.

Or what if your friends in your whole life, you hung around a bunch of selfish people, and in a way, you became one of them.

And since you’re both selfish, you cancel each other out. You become neutral. Is that your friend? Or the friend that neutralizes you for being selfish?

Or what if your friend is, like somebody you know, is dealing with hardship, and your genetic coding has the compassion gene in it,

so you naturally want to try to be helpful or caring?

What if?

But everybody’s ways of helping is different. You know, you have, like, the  porcupine effect.

When the porcupines get cold, they come together, they and when they get really close, they end up poking each other, and then they scurry away again.

And, you know, they get cold again, and they come close together, and then they get too close again, poke each other, and scurry away.

Yeah, so I could see this dynamic play out in a lot of friendships, intimate relationships, family, all sorts of things.

It’s like we are walking contradictions as humans in so many different ways.

And this metaphor with the porcupines, it reminds me very deeply about how we are when getting close to somebody, they’ll, like, push you away  because somebody’s going to get uncomfortable.

Everybody does it I think.

You’re trying to share something deep or just, like, emotionally investing in somebody.

It’s a friendship or a relationship or whatever it is, you know.

For me most of my friends are guys  because I just don’t really have a lot of female friends.

I don’t really feel like it’s necessary a lot. I date women that’s about it you know i’ve got my sisters and family but i don’t really go out and seek female friends i don’t just seek to date you know if i like them It’s probably because i’m interested in more than a friend so what does that mean are they
my acquaintance until they are my girlfriend because i want to be you know i want
something from them i have an agenda i want them to help me see the best version of myself

whatever that is?

someone said that when you’re dating somebody it’s not that you love them you love what they

made what they allow you to be or what you’re what they’ve made it possible for you to become or is that just like you are fortunate lucky and then you have like a lot of instant gratification love too is that friendship  did we move too fast? maybe yeah

did i regret it most of the time not i mean a little bit sometimes but i wanted to be close to them but it wasn’t as a friend

the feeling is a different kind of you know like it’s the female intimacy that i long for i haven’t had a virlfriend in so many months
but I’m traveling the world I’m meeting all these interesting people and they get

me deeply on different things and I’m out here I’m being a scientist in this

ochoco reservoir hanging out with some really wonderful people very
Interesting very kind supportive loving and it’s like a family away from my
Family it’s really crazy but when you’re an acquaintance to somebody what does that mean if  you’re not kind-hearted or the person is not able to be around kind-hearted people?  Or you are slightly kind hearted  and they are maybe much more kind that they won’t even accept you as a friend because their standards are much

higher or what if they’re very unkind and you’re kind and for some dang
stinking reason you end up being really nice to them because of there indiference and negative atitude.

it’s like you can give a man fish or you can teach him how to fish being caring for people I think we often fall into this trap where we’re kind to the ones that shouldn’t get it and mean to the ones that should walking contradictions one-on-one hashtag life cycle 1000 it’s

all a crazy maze. people often think of things white and black and I do it too we all do it we can’t have color vision 100% of the time in all of the layers of our sub consciousness it would be like in practically unreasonably headache you know like it would
Really hurt your head probably I don’t know this guy was talking to me the other day and he’s like  I bet your minds going all sorts of places and he said like ten

different ways and I was like oh actually 26 it was a joke because that’s how many dimensions I remember some guy thinking there is on TED talks so said yeah it’s going 26 dimension I don’t know

my mind’s going in 26 directions so it’s been really quick .

I also thought when I said, no, it was going in 26 different directions, I started thinking,

what would that mean if my mind went in 26 different directions at once?

And I thought about it as a time vector, so it would have four dimensions.

And you could say, like, 30% of me thought that there was a truth to what was being said.

Another 30% of me thought that not all of it was antiquated correctly.

And then, like, 20% of me was, like, satisfied with what was being said.

And then the rest would be, like, dissatisfactory, maybe.

But each emotion or feeling that came with conversation could be explained as three-dimensional or four-dimensional.

It would probably be four, because, you know, you’ve got X, Y, and Z, and then you have time.

So I started thinking about that.

What if you felt happy? What would that look like as a three-dimensional…

…four-phase in thermodynamics?

It would look kind of weird.

Or you felt a little bit offset.

It was unsettling, something that was said.

How is that explained as a four-dimensional vector with acceleration and angular velocity?

What about the third derivative of that?

What would that be? The jerk?

Is that, like, the instant feeling?

And then the accelerated feeling is, like, a little bit less than instant.

And then the velocity

Like, the velocity would be the first derivative and be, where your mind first started forming thought about it.

And then it accelerates.

And then you get that jerk, and now you’re, like, registering this high thought or feeling about something.

Like, the electrons in that atom are excited, and they’re brought to the outer orbital.

It’s the excited level.

The concentration seems harder.

And then it’s almost like your mind can get stuck in that hyper-charged state.

Like, the organic chemistry of our emotions could be in many different forms.

And some of the forms can be stuck in that way.

Each form is supposed to have a different energy level.

In thermodynamics, things always want to reach a lower level with more chaos, more entropy.

So, does that mean that humans naturally are going to be not feeling settled or content?

Because with disarray and chaos, entropy, we’re going with the natural way of life.

So, there has to be some kind of deterioration or inspiration, I would say.

It’s hard to say how those two would work.

My mind’s trying to picture it, but I can’t explain it well.

If you had a good, firm understanding of organic chemistry, maybe I could explain it to you.

But you know how we have triggers in life?

Like, things people say can trigger something in us?

And if we don’t take care of those things, like when we’re younger,

maybe they’re just little potholes in the ground.

Then you get older and they turn into craters.

I mean, that’s happened to me.

I’ve had a lot of those things happen to me.

I’ve numbed myself off the  pain by ignoring it.

Just trying to annotate where I put my breadcrumb trail to that little pothole in the ground

so I can come back and repair it before it turns into a crater.

Because I was so sure of myself that I would be able to.

I’ve done things like this.

I don’t know if it makes sense.

I recently had the opportunity to spend a lot of time with a psychologist who I believe to be hypersensitive, hyper-emotional, and hyper-ridiculous.

Um, psychology was explained in one way, it’s like, something occurs in your life, and at first it’s new, it’s maybe exciting or maybe depressing, but as it occurs more and more, it starts becoming habitual, a ritual, something that’s been repeated, a tradition or something of the likes, and your mind slowly kind of just transitions through without giving much thought to it anymore.

this is one way I’ve heard of, like, psychology could be explained in a way.

Hopefully that made sense.

Now, the philosophy of this example would be more like,

looking at,

when you’re in this situation, why you think about it that way.

Why aren’t you paying attention to it as much as you used to?

What does it even mean?

in this last friendship that I had,  in chapter four of this journey, the psychologist, I often felt like he wasn’t much for philosophy.

He didn’t really get it he didn’t get it, I don’t think.

And I’ve had friends I’ve had great philosophical conversations with, so I would be distraught to say that it was on me being too eccentric or anything.

But I can say that he was often frustrated by  how I didn’t allow things to be simple.

I would add complexity to things. I enjoyed that.

I trained my mind to be that way.

if we habitually, with, like, traditionally doing things in our subconscious, it’s not even really registering it as something significant.

I feel like it would be harder to break those habits.

There’s too many compacted,
elements and units and modules all interconnected.

You don’t even know where the heck to get to the center core to hack the system.

It’s just too much interference.

Too many fields, electric fields, magnetic fields.

Going in there without a fire suit on is like walking on hot coals without feet.

and then that’s not supposed to make sense, I don’t think, but

if it works for somebody, it works.

Another thought of it is, like, when we think about friends and acquaintance, you fall into one of those two, let’s say.

And you don’t really have, like, many other options.

Maybe you’re a business partner.

Maybe it’s your brother.

Maybe it’s a family member.

Maybe it’s just an elder that you want to respect because you were taught to be respectful to your elders.

Or maybe it’s just someone younger than you and you felt obligated to teach them.

Things like this could be considered friendship because it’s acts of kindness.

Do we disassociate ourselves all the time with these acts as friends or acquaintances?

I would think not.

I mean, it’s like the Eskimos.

They got eight words for snow.

Why don’t we have eight?

Eight words for friends.

Eight words for acquaintances.

Eight words for people with agendas.

Because we all have an agenda in some way or another.

But it’s about how the agenda is written.

You know, what kind of ink you’re using.

If you’re left-handed, right-handed.

And then the other person, if they’re compatible with that kind of agenda.

There’s much more complexity to extroverts than I understand.

I’m more introverted.

So when I do have conversations with people, from what I understood, what I read about

introverts is that they take those opportunities to have more deep and meaningful conversations,

but we don’t talk as much, maybe, per se.

So when I’m with an extrovert, they never really want to talk about nothing deep and

I often find myself not really enjoying anything.

It’s like watching paint dry.

Or it’s like nails on a chalkboard.

You have this repetitive characteristic explanations shown with these characteristics that just

keep reoccurring and reoccurring.

And I’ll watch these things with extros, I think, sometimes, if they are that.

And I’ll look at it and make a little math equation for it.

It turns into a 100 by 100 matrix.

And I’ll set every parameter for the poles and zeros as the good control engineer I am.

And then I could do a sensitivity analysis on it or the optimal observer to get the least

amount of energy I need to use to get the system to be stable and working intact.

I’m putting too much pressure on things.

It’s an interesting thing.

The Edge of Thought and the Weight of a Backpack

The Edge of Thought and the Weight of a Backpack

It still amazes me how much the mind can generate when it is placed under the weight of uncertainty. Ideas don’t arrive neatly—they flood in, often tangled with doubt, survival concerns, or the strange chaos of living without guarantees. And yet, it is precisely in those moments of instability that the artist in me emerges most clearly. The edge of thought becomes sharper when the world is unpredictable, when the backpack feels heavier than it should, and when every step forward could fracture or ignite into something new. Creativity, it seems, doesn’t come from comfort—it grows out of necessity, from the tension of not knowing what will come next. This is why the portable lab, the living experiment I carry on my back, isn’t just gear—it’s a reflection of the restless force that uncertainty awakens within me.

Craft as Catalyst

I’ve been doing a lot of arts and crafts lately. At first glance, it might seem like simple work—tying knots with cord, patching gear, sketching out little designs. Insignificant, maybe, especially when weighed against the grand ambitions of robotics, surgical machines, or artificial intelligence. But the truth is, every knot, every patch, every improvised bandana has become a kind of training ground. There’s a willingness required—to create without the promise of patents or recognition, to make something that may never matter beyond the moment. And that willingness itself is the catalyst. It allows me to step back from the extremism of invention, to ground myself in the humility of making with my hands. What emerges is not just craft—it’s a discipline of openness, a reminder that creativity doesn’t always have to scale into industry to be real. Sometimes, it just has to live in the act of making.

The Strange Language of Memory

Lately, I’ve noticed something unusual: words come to me more easily than they once did. Not just the familiar ones, but a wide range—like the vault of language has been thrown open. And strangely, when I speak less, the words seem more available, as though silence itself prevents my mind from bottlenecking into the same old vocabulary. There’s a paradox here: the less I force language into conversation, the more fluidly it flows in thought. Maybe memory doesn’t thrive in constant use but in the spaces between—where words are allowed to breathe, drift, and return in their own rhythm. It’s a strange gift, one that makes me wonder if language itself is less a tool to be mastered and more a current to step into, when the timing is right.

Frequencies out of Phase

When I speak with others, it often feels like we’re not tuned to the same frequency. Conversations become jagged, as though the signals don’t quite align. There’s nothing wrong with the people I’m talking to—it’s more like the rhythm of my mind has shifted, tuned itself to a wavelength less common. I sometimes wonder if the solitude of building, experimenting, and imagining has altered the way I process human connection. Social interaction can feel awkward, but maybe that awkwardness is simply the echo of living in another register—an artist’s frequency, where dialogue isn’t about words landing neatly but about the resonance that lingers in the silence between them.

Poles, Cords, and Transformations

What began as simple gear has become a canvas for reinvention. My hiking poles—once tools for balance—have grown into prototypes for survival: wrapped with military-grade bandages, tape, sewing threads, and string. They’ve become medical kits, blow dart guns, and soon, maybe even fishing rods. I imagine hidden blades, a knife sharpener integrated along the shaft—layers of function folded into one object. The paracord too becomes more than rope; it’s imagination itself woven into strands. Each transformation is proof that survival and creativity are not opposites but companions. To take something ordinary and let it carry the weight of multiple futures—that’s the alchemy of invention.

Momentum Surpluses

I’ve come to realize that tiny steps are not small at all. They are the surpluses of momentum that allow me to smash through invisible glass lines when a bigger project arrives. Every cord tied, every stick reimagined, every experiment added to the pile is a kind of savings account of energy. When the moment of challenge comes, I draw on it. What looks like slow progress is actually momentum gathering mass, preparing itself for breakthrough. And when I finally push, it isn’t only effort that carries me—it’s the compounded will of every little step I’ve ever taken.

Ebb and Flow of inovatiom

Innovation doesn’t always roar—it drifts like a tide. I challenge myself with big ideas, but I balance them with playful experiments: cords tied into games, quick-release tools that double as survival aids, or paracord infused with herbs and oils that soothe my skin while supporting my joints. These aren’t just projects; they’re breaths in the rhythm of creativity. When the flow surges, I chase it with intensity. When it ebbs, I settle into the simplicity of craft. Together, they form a cycle that keeps me alive to possibility—never burning out, always finding another path for invention to take root.

Chemistry of Survival

The thought of a survival chemistry kit excites me—a portable lab of elements and reactions, ready to meet the wild. My research leads me into unexpected territories: clothing technologies in South Korea, material innovations in Japan, even the structure of sponsorships and pitches that might help me push these projects forward. The science and the search blur together. Survival, I realize, isn’t just about staying alive; it’s about learning to reimagine the tools of life itself. Chemistry is everywhere, hidden in the weave of fabric, the spark of fire, the balance of nutrients. To carry that knowledge on my back is to carry the future in seed form.


Gratitude as Technology

There’s something powerful about gratitude—it feels like a form of technology in itself. To be allowed the space to experiment, to play scientist, to carry a backpack that doubles as a dream—this is not something I take lightly. Gratitude grounds me, even as my ambitions pull me toward the extraordinary. It shapes the lens through which I see my work: not just as survival projects, but as offerings to the journey. Gratitude transforms every trial into a tool, every obstacle into another step. It’s not just an emotion; it’s an engine.

The Backpack as Cosmos

I imagine unfolding my backpack and revealing not just gear but a universe of possibility—a portable lab, a mobile cosmos. Inside it could be chemistry sets, medical tools, survival crafts, or technologies not yet invented. The backpack becomes a symbol of the mind itself: compact, mysterious, filled with hidden compartments that open into entire worlds. Whether or not patents or protections ever matter, what matters most is the living use of this cosmos. To carry it is to carry the freedom to create wherever I go.

Chaos as Fertile Ground

Chaos has never been my enemy. It is the raw soil where invention grows. The tangle of half-finished ideas, the scattered tools, the long nights of uncertainty—all of it feeds the dream. Out of disorder comes surprising order. Out of frustration, unexpected clarity. What feels like madness in the moment becomes the root system of an innovation later. I no longer resist the chaos. I let it stir me, let it sharpen me, let it become the compost that nourishes the garden of my ideas.



Bandwidth Beyond Measure

The deeper I go, the more I realize how wide the mind can stretch. Each project creates new pathways, new bandwidth, as though thought itself is multiplying inside me. It’s more than I could have imagined—an expansion that feels both exhilarating and overwhelming. But in that expansion, I see possibility. I see that the mind is not a fixed capacity but an ever-growing system, able to adapt, to stretch, to create channels that carry far more than I once thought possible. Bandwidth is not a limit. It is an invitation.


Becoming the Mechanizer

And so I grow into the role of the mechanizer—a builder, a dreamer, a nomadic scientist carrying the seeds of invention on my back. It is only the beginning, and yet already it feels tremendous. The journey is not just about tools, cords, or chemical reactions—it is about becoming the kind of person who sees invention everywhere. Who can take a fragment of an idea, a broken tool, a moment of chaos, and transform it into something alive. The mechanizer is not just what I’m building—it’s who I’m becoming.

For those who have been following along, you know this journey has been unfolding over several months. 2-3 weeks have slipped by since my last update, and while I’m not ready to lay every card on the table just yet, I want to mark a waypoint here — a prologue, a trail sign hammered into the wilderness of memory. The fuller account will come later, with all its tangled details, but for now, I’m simply pinning this fragment so that when I leap ahead to where I stand today, the thread between then and now won’t snap. (And before my trial mix dissapears).

Rivers of Rlection

Out here, I’m reminded how isolation sharpens both clarity and creativity. The wilderness has become my workshop — each river crossing, each night under canvas, another experiment in adaptation. I’m engineering my own survival, living by the seat of my pants, writing without filter, testing the edges of what it means to grow. Sometimes that means being resourceful; sometimes it means eating questionable instant noodles and calling it a “cultural exchange.” Either way, I’m not just passing through landscapes; I’m letting them rewire me, teaching me to balance raw instinct with careful design — with a side order of humility, and occasionally, mild food poisoning.

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The Change in Direction of Adventure

I travel by instinct, letting the road assemble itself beneath my feet. Yet each day I delayed seeing my friend after their birthday amplified the moral gravity pressing on me. The community garden in Sisters — my natural trajectory — would have to pause. Every step became deliberate, slowed by the cumbersome weight of gear, circumstance, and responsibility, each footfall a quiet negotiation between freedom and fidelity.

In that tension, clarity emerged. Obligation and discovery entwined, teaching me the artistry of improvisation within constraint. Growth revealed itself in increments — a hundred feet, a pause — and in the humor of survival: a backpack that might as well be a small car. Even in detours, even under imposed recalibration, the journey pulses, alive, demanding both recklessness and reason.

RESTLESS Night:

I stayed up late, racing against the clock to pack for the next section of the adventure chapter 5 has entail. Everything had to be ready—microcontrollers, sensors, motors, PCBs, power shields, ADA fruit shields, mechanical components, and chemical equipment—each piece a tiny node in the web of a plan that barely existed. I moved too fast, knowing full well the cost: fragile circuits teetering in precarious bundles, my own patience fraying with each hurried step. Explaining the chaos to others was almost impossible; I did my best to remain patient, though the words rarely captured the precarious precision of my world.

Whispers From The Gear

In that restless frenzy, I was reminded that preparation is as much an art as it is a discipline. Each reminder offered a chance to dive deeper, to see with fresh, clear eyes the subtle balance between urgency and care, improvisation and structure. Even amidst scattered wires and blinking LEDs, there was poetry — a quiet dialogue between engineer and adventurer, between impulse and design. The gear almost had its own personality: motors humming like impatient cats, sensors blinking with mischievous insistence. And yes, occasionally, a glance at my pile of equipment made me laugh: a traveling lab masquerading as a backpack, daring gravity to defy it.