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The concept of living a truly green lifestyle is beyond comprehension to most city folks, and even those who understand it and yearn for it may enjoy it only for brief periods. My friend has an important job in the city, surrounded by tar and cement and millions of cars.  The city tries hard to supply some greenery, and the city’s vegetables are trucked in each morning so life is not too bad. But every Friday afternoon the outlets to the hills and countryside are jammed with traffic and they have to come back to city life for Monday.  The feel and smell and taste, and even a glimpse of true green lifestyle is beyond reach, beyond the senses, and, in its true essence, beyond imagination.

But my friend comes from a rural community where green lifestyle is the only way of life.  He goes back there when he can.  Recently he took me.  Some of the details he pointed out are why city folk can only slap green paint over their polluted, polluting lifestyle.  His dad planted the lychee tree 60 years ago.  The chickens and ducks supply just enough eggs and meat for the family of 6 live there.  The grain comes from 6 mu of fertile land that does not use artificial pesticides.  The vegetables on the table are home grown.  The air and water are clean.  How many dollar millionaires can enjoy this green lifestyle, and how often and for how long?

The miracle of greenery is that it traps electromagnetic forces from the sun and from the chemical bonds in water, and stores them within carbohydrates that we then eat, releasing these forces for the our body to be maintained, to grow and to move about.  We can quantify human actions by estimating how many times a carbon atom in food breaks oxygen molecules that we breathe. The number for an average person for a day in the number 1 followed by 25 zeroes.  The basic fact that typically an average person has about half a kilogram of food a day consisting mostly of carbohydrates can be understood as the need for 200 grams of carbon atoms to unleash the required bond forces from oxygen.

Measuring human activity by the number of oxygen molecules broken by carbon is a very useful analytic tool.  It can serve as an objective universal currency.  The phenomenon is ubiquitous, from breathing, living, moving, to lighting fire, to all factory processes and global industry.  Atoms are incomprehensibly small and the coulombic attractions between positive proton and negative electrons are even more of a mystery – invisible, wavelike and untrackable.  Yet in a set of units that are anachronistic and of dubious justification, the numbers comparing bond strengths actually show the force released.  The number for a bond strength between two oxygen atoms in the air is 118 and when carbon locks in on oxygen the bond is 191.  The difference is a force dissipated in all directions, but because they are in the trillions of trillions, given the right circumstances, able to be harnessed and used.  That force is what makes up human activity.

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Green lifestyle of Du An Village Man is sustainable breaking 10 trillion,trillion oxygen molecules per day. Han Dan City Man uses fossil carbon to break 12 thousand trillion trillion oxygen molecules per day.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Rather than call the difference 73 calories, we can just count one bond exchange as a single unit and measure them in tranches of some huge multitude – maybe trillion trillion (ie 1018)  and make each tranche some money name, in the same vein as penny or dollar.  We can call them “oxycarbs” (氧碳) referring to the oxygen’s bond with oxygen trading up to stronger bond with carbon. The exciting fact is this currency is not made up by governments, but is true reflection of reality.   All lifestyle was green until it was found that the trade in swapping  oxygen with carbon which led to a profitable force release could not only be sourced from live vegetation, but the carbon in fossil fuels.  The exchange was not only for eating and living, not just for fires to warm and cook, but to enter into complex processes that burgeoned to be the Industrial Revolution. The combustion in furnaces in one year became next year’s capital equipment, at first ploughs, then steam engines and then billions of tons of new products.

Europeans began in about 1750 exploiting the fact that carbon in fossil fuels could also release the bond force in oxygen.  Within fifty years the leafy sprawling towns of north west England transformed cottage industries into acres of blackened foundries and metal mills, pocked by coal mines.  The per capita oxygen bond break count went up a thousand times.  Instead of an annual carbon cycle and oxygen break-and-remake limited to above ground greenery, a once-only extraction of fossil fuels– about 70% carbon atoms – began and spread around the world.

The dream and desire for a “green lifestyle” can be traced to when societies started to have black lifestyles.  “You don’t know what you’ve got till it’s gone”.

A simple sketch shows the vast difference between green lifestyle and modern fossil-dependent existence. Based on studies of idyllic green lifestyle in a village in Guangxi, Du An Yao County 1989, and the unsustainable fossil-dependent case of Hebei, Han Dan City 2015, the daily per capita trade up from oxygen-oxygen to oxygen-carbon bonds was 1 x 1025 for Du An Man and 1.2 x 1028 for Han Dan Man.  The ecological footprint of the former is small and above ground, while the latter is a thousand times greater.  Every day that amount of carbon is brought to the surface and emitted into the air, already stifling after decades of abuse.

Contemplating the true meaning of a green lifestyle leads to two conclusions which should change what economists and policy advisors are saying.

  1. Any financial solution is unhinged from reality. The chemical bonds exchanged between carbon and oxygen may be tiny and invisible but they cannot be made up. If plans were made beginning with chemical accounting of the bonds available, borrowing would be a very sobering experience.
  2. Secondly, the mantra of growth stridently promoted now without challenge would be silenced if where growth was to take place was penciled into this simple sketch. We are already overgrown and bloated, choking on what we are doing to our surroundings.  Pubescent growth is admirable.  Maturity leads to enjoyment on a plane of what has been achieved in basic material benefits.   When economists gloat with glee over growth in the health care sector, be sure that society is very sick.

Current “growth” policies planned in how much money is spent and “made” are taking us further way from any return to a green lifestyle.  Counting the oxygen bonds broken is an accounting method that reveals the nakedness of the proponents of financial growth models.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The concept of living a truly green lifestyle is beyond comprehension to most city folks, and even those who understand it and yearn for it may enjoy it only for brief periods. My friend has an important job in the city, surrounded by tar and cement and millions of cars.  The city tries hard to supply some greenery, and the city’s vegetables are trucked in each morning so life is not too bad. But every Friday afternoon the outlets to the hills and countryside are jammed with traffic and they have to come back to city life for Monday.  The feel and smell and taste, and even a glimpse of true green lifestyle is beyond reach, beyond the senses, and, in its true essence, beyond imagination.

 

But my friend comes from a rural community where green lifestyle is the only way of life.  He goes back there when he can.  Recently he took me.  Some of the details he pointed out are why city folk can only slap green paint over their polluted, polluting lifestyle.  His dad planted the lychee tree 60 years ago.  The chickens and ducks supply just enough eggs and meat for the family of 6 live there.  The grain comes from 6 mu of fertile land that does not use artificial pesticides.  The vegetables on the table are home grown.  The air and water are clean.  How many dollar millionaires can enjoy this green lifestyle, and how often and for how long?

 

The miracle of greenery is that it traps electromagnetic forces from the sun and from the chemical bonds in water, and stores them within carbohydrates that we then eat, releasing these forces for the our body to be maintained, to grow and to move about.  We can quantify human actions by estimating how many times a carbon atom in food breaks oxygen molecules that we breathe. The number for an average person for a day in the number 1 followed by 25 zeroes.  The basic fact that typically an average person has about half a kilogram of food a day consisting mostly of carbohydrates can be understood as the need for 200 grams of carbon atoms to unleash the required bond forces from oxygen.

 

Measuring human activity by the number of oxygen molecules broken by carbon is a very useful analytic tool.  It can serve as an objective universal currency.  The phenomenon is ubiquitous, from breathing, living, moving, to lighting fire, to all factory processes and global industry.  Atoms are incomprehensibly small and the coulombic attractions between positive proton and negative electrons are even more of a mystery – invisible, wavelike and untrackable.  Yet in a set of units that are anachronistic and of dubious justification, the numbers comparing bond strengths actually show the force released.  The number for a bond strength between two oxygen atoms in the air is 118 and when carbon locks in on oxygen the bond is 191.  The difference is a force dissipated in all directions, but because they are in the trillions of trillions, given the right circumstances, able to be harnessed and used.  That force is what makes up human activity.

Green lifestyle of Du An Village Man is sustainable breaking 10 trillion,trillion oxygen molecules per day. Han Dan City Man uses fossil carbon to break 12 thousand trillion trillion oxygen molecules per day.

 

Rather than call the difference 73 calories, we can just count one bond exchange as a single unit and measure them in tranches of some huge multitude – maybe trillion trillion (ie 1018)  and make each tranche some money name, in the same vein as penny or dollar.  We can call them “oxycarbs” (氧碳) referring to the oxygen’s bond with oxygen trading up to stronger bond with carbon. The exciting fact is this currency is not made up by governments, but is true reflection of reality.   All lifestyle was green until it was found that the trade in swapping  oxygen with carbon which led to a profitable force release could not only be sourced from live vegetation, but the carbon in fossil fuels.  The exchange was not only for eating and living, not just for fires to warm and cook, but to enter into complex processes that burgeoned to be the Industrial Revolution. The combustion in furnaces in one year became next year’s capital equipment, at first ploughs, then steam engines and then billions of tons of new products.

 

Europeans began in about 1750 exploiting the fact that carbon in fossil fuels could also release the bond force in oxygen.  Within fifty years the leafy sprawling towns of north west England transformed cottage industries into acres of blackened foundries and metal mills, pocked by coal mines.  The per capita oxygen bond break count went up a thousand times.  Instead of an annual carbon cycle and oxygen break-and-remake limited to above ground greenery, a once-only extraction of fossil fuels– about 70% carbon atoms – began and spread around the world.

 

The dream and desire for a “green lifestyle” can be traced to when societies started to have black lifestyles.  “You don’t know what you’ve got till it’s gone”.

 

A simple sketch shows the vast difference between green lifestyle and modern fossil-dependent existence. Based on studies of idyllic green lifestyle in a village in Guangxi, Du An Yao County 1989, and the unsustainable fossil-dependent case of Hebei, Han Dan City 2015, the daily per capita trade up from oxygen-oxygen to oxygen-carbon bonds was 1 x 1025 for Du An Man and 1.2 x 1028 for Han Dan Man.  The ecological footprint of the former is small and above ground, while the latter is a thousand times greater.  Every day that amount of carbon is brought to the surface and emitted into the air, already stifling after decades of abuse.

 

Contemplating the true meaning of a green lifestyle leads to two conclusions which should change what economists and policy advisors are saying.

 

  1. Any financial solution is unhinged from reality. The chemical bonds exchanged between carbon and oxygen may be tiny and invisible but they cannot be made up. If plans were made beginning with chemical accounting of the bonds available, borrowing would be a very sobering experience.
  2. Secondly, the mantra of growth stridently promoted now without challenge would be silenced if where growth was to take place was penciled into this simple sketch. We are already overgrown and bloated, choking on what we are doing to our surroundings.  Pubescent growth is admirable.  Maturity leads to enjoyment on a plane of what has been achieved in basic material benefits.   When economists gloat with glee over growth in the health care sector, be sure that society is very sick.

 

Current “growth” policies planned in how much money is spent and “made” are taking us further way from any return to a green lifestyle.  Counting the oxygen bonds broken is an accounting method that reveals the nakedness of the proponents of financial growth models.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The concept of living a truly green lifestyle is beyond comprehension to most city folks, and even those who understand it and yearn for it may enjoy it only for brief periods. My friend has an important job in the city, surrounded by tar and cement and millions of cars.  The city tries hard to supply some greenery, and the city’s vegetables are trucked in each morning so life is not too bad. But every Friday afternoon the outlets to the hills and countryside are jammed with traffic and they have to come back to city life for Monday.  The feel and smell and taste, and even a glimpse of true green lifestyle is beyond reach, beyond the senses, and, in its true essence, beyond imagination.

 

But my friend comes from a rural community where green lifestyle is the only way of life.  He goes back there when he can.  Recently he took me.  Some of the details he pointed out are why city folk can only slap green paint over their polluted, polluting lifestyle.  His dad planted the lychee tree 60 years ago.  The chickens and ducks supply just enough eggs and meat for the family of 6 live there.  The grain comes from 6 mu of fertile land that does not use artificial pesticides.  The vegetables on the table are home grown.  The air and water are clean.  How many dollar millionaires can enjoy this green lifestyle, and how often and for how long?

 

The miracle of greenery is that it traps electromagnetic forces from the sun and from the chemical bonds in water, and stores them within carbohydrates that we then eat, releasing these forces for the our body to be maintained, to grow and to move about.  We can quantify human actions by estimating how many times a carbon atom in food breaks oxygen molecules that we breathe. The number for an average person for a day in the number 1 followed by 25 zeroes.  The basic fact that typically an average person has about half a kilogram of food a day consisting mostly of carbohydrates can be understood as the need for 200 grams of carbon atoms to unleash the required bond forces from oxygen.

 

Measuring human activity by the number of oxygen molecules broken by carbon is a very useful analytic tool.  It can serve as an objective universal currency.  The phenomenon is ubiquitous, from breathing, living, moving, to lighting fire, to all factory processes and global industry.  Atoms are incomprehensibly small and the coulombic attractions between positive proton and negative electrons are even more of a mystery – invisible, wavelike and untrackable.  Yet in a set of units that are anachronistic and of dubious justification, the numbers comparing bond strengths actually show the force released.  The number for a bond strength between two oxygen atoms in the air is 118 and when carbon locks in on oxygen the bond is 191.  The difference is a force dissipated in all directions, but because they are in the trillions of trillions, given the right circumstances, able to be harnessed and used.  That force is what makes up human activity.

Green lifestyle of Du An Village Man is sustainable breaking 10 trillion,trillion oxygen molecules per day. Han Dan City Man uses fossil carbon to break 12 thousand trillion trillion oxygen molecules per day.

 

Rather than call the difference 73 calories, we can just count one bond exchange as a single unit and measure them in tranches of some huge multitude – maybe trillion trillion (ie 1018)  and make each tranche some money name, in the same vein as penny or dollar.  We can call them “oxycarbs” (氧碳) referring to the oxygen’s bond with oxygen trading up to stronger bond with carbon. The exciting fact is this currency is not made up by governments, but is true reflection of reality.   All lifestyle was green until it was found that the trade in swapping  oxygen with carbon which led to a profitable force release could not only be sourced from live vegetation, but the carbon in fossil fuels.  The exchange was not only for eating and living, not just for fires to warm and cook, but to enter into complex processes that burgeoned to be the Industrial Revolution. The combustion in furnaces in one year became next year’s capital equipment, at first ploughs, then steam engines and then billions of tons of new products.

 

Europeans began in about 1750 exploiting the fact that carbon in fossil fuels could also release the bond force in oxygen.  Within fifty years the leafy sprawling towns of north west England transformed cottage industries into acres of blackened foundries and metal mills, pocked by coal mines.  The per capita oxygen bond break count went up a thousand times.  Instead of an annual carbon cycle and oxygen break-and-remake limited to above ground greenery, a once-only extraction of fossil fuels– about 70% carbon atoms – began and spread around the world.

 

The dream and desire for a “green lifestyle” can be traced to when societies started to have black lifestyles.  “You don’t know what you’ve got till it’s gone”.

 

A simple sketch shows the vast difference between green lifestyle and modern fossil-dependent existence. Based on studies of idyllic green lifestyle in a village in Guangxi, Du An Yao County 1989, and the unsustainable fossil-dependent case of Hebei, Han Dan City 2015, the daily per capita trade up from oxygen-oxygen to oxygen-carbon bonds was 1 x 1025 for Du An Man and 1.2 x 1028 for Han Dan Man.  The ecological footprint of the former is small and above ground, while the latter is a thousand times greater.  Every day that amount of carbon is brought to the surface and emitted into the air, already stifling after decades of abuse.

 

Contemplating the true meaning of a green lifestyle leads to two conclusions which should change what economists and policy advisors are saying.

 

  1. Any financial solution is unhinged from reality. The chemical bonds exchanged between carbon and oxygen may be tiny and invisible but they cannot be made up. If plans were made beginning with chemical accounting of the bonds available, borrowing would be a very sobering experience.
  2. Secondly, the mantra of growth stridently promoted now without challenge would be silenced if where growth was to take place was penciled into this simple sketch. We are already overgrown and bloated, choking on what we are doing to our surroundings.  Pubescent growth is admirable.  Maturity leads to enjoyment on a plane of what has been achieved in basic material benefits.   When economists gloat with glee over growth in the health care sector, be sure that society is very sick.

 

Current “growth” policies planned in how much money is spent and “made” are taking us further way from any return to a green lifestyle.  Counting the oxygen bonds broken is an accounting method that reveals the nakedness of the proponents of financial growth models.

2017-10
27
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When I was 17 in first year college in Armidale, in the bedroom where I boarded, I faced the big question of what I am here for. At that time Albert Schweitzer was help up as a noble role model, yet I know even he had detractors.  It came to me that if God assigned a purpose detraction was irrelevant.  The next question flooded in – what was God’s purpose for me?  And the answer was there instantaneously in one word:  China.  From then on whenever there was no question.  But no question many times meant I forget the question. But somehow I would scramble back on track.

In my PhD years I came across the line from Weber that for a truth to be truly universal it must be accepted, “even by a Chinese”.  That drove me.  Now I look at the way Chinese behave with unemotional intrigue.  At the age of 71 the next step is to unfathom the relationship between the human soul (“even Chinese”) and material world.

2017-10
27

I was staring at fish swimming around in a small space in a glass tank as I waited for takeaway food in a small restaurant.  I don’t think they were for cooking, but aesthetics.  Some were silver, some red, and with flowing filmy trailings on their fins. Pretty.  Entrancing.  I wondered what they were doing, circling, suspended, searching, looking, sucking in sustenance.  I wondered, are we like that?  In our lives?  That petty?  Our lives?

Only if we set our confinements as narrow as those fish find themselves in.  We have oceans to explore.

2017-10
2

You have enjoyed a respite and refreshing in Du An, and realized the enormity of the challenge in delineating a universal objective metric for economic analysis.  And gotten insights into the way ahead (attack on oxygen). Now dive into a commonsense analysis of the Jiamusi question, get the best answer, and be ready for the long road back in Du An.

2017-9
15

We grow old and think we have seen the world but Kyogle had a big surprise and lesson for me when I went back in January 2015.  After reaching 65 it was hard for me to renew visas in China –  they are frightened you are gonna cark it and kept sending me back to Australia hoping I stay away but I kept coming back to Brissy and getting another visa and going back – lots of pleasant surprises and rewards of many kinds in China.  In fact on visits to Brissy I tried finding out about Centrelink and got a rude shock. Not eligible for pension cos I was “expat”.  In January 2015 after 4 rebuffs in the city over 2 years I figured go back to Kyogle where surely I am accepted as Aussie born and bred, Army Officer, fought in Vietnam, 20 years paying taxes in various government agencies.

Not much money so I stayed in the cheapest room at the Commercial Hotel, $36 a night.  There seemed no one else on the second floor and I was just across from the showers and toilets so that seemed a quiet set up.  I was there a few days (had to visit Casino Centrelink –good to me as a hometown boy and met up with 3 classmates – great yarns, and I climbed Fairymount ). On the second last night it was stinking hot 27 January and I had no ventilation. At midnight it poured and went out in the corridor in undies to celebrate and see if there was a window up the end. From a door 10 meters way a guy had come out stark naked. I was surprised to see anyone, and certainly not that.

I went back to bed and heard the showers going. Then stopped and footsteps and an almighty crash on my door. It was not a mistaken stumble but a huge deliberate crash. I was so concerned I barricaded my door with a full height cupboard backed with draws pulled from another cupboard. So weird.

Next morning I inquired of the guy at the bar if my neighbor was one night or regular. Did not get an answer.   The thought troubled me through the day and then I realized, I had already had an odd encounter with this guy.

I had arrived on the one train there is each day  early in the morning I had gone back to the station when people were about to see when there was a train back to Brissy.

There was nothing going on except a guy sitting on a bench with a can in a brown bag. As soon as he saw me he said rather leerily, “I like your shirt”.  In fact it was purple uni T shirt. I said, “yeah, Tsinghua Uni, China” and asked about train times and his answer was just rubbish. As I turned he yelled “I still like your shirt”.

What was the deal with the two events?  Had he checked in stalking me? I was due to catch the one train back 2.46am. No bloody shower that evening, that’s for sure. His door was ajar and maybe he che cked out but I just kept quiet. On sunset I came back to the hotel and at a door looking out from the 2nd floor was a guy enjoying the sunset. Back to me. He seemed about 40, over 6 foot. It was either the weird guy or the hotel manager (similar from the back and maybe he lived on this floor). I still had 6 hours hanging around and must check this out.

“Nice sunset” I said and he turned around. It was not the manager. He rubbed his fist and said “you nearly broke my hand last night….He went on, “you know you shouldn’t go round naked like that. You know what that can do to a man”.  Shit. We have a problem.  No point arguing who was wearing what and happy in my secret I was on the train in a few hours. I apologized for upsetting him and disappeared down the stairs and wandered my hometown till  2 am then fetched my backpack and headed for the station.

I reflect. I was being stalked by a man that could overpower me and he was lustful. It wasn’t that he was sick that haunted me, but the first ever feeling of what women might often experience.  Had to wait 70 years to get that taught to me in my hometown.

Dunno if he was a local pervert or passing through.

2017-8
26

Money is such a gamechanger invention, demonstrating an unspoken mutual agreement between users that it represents real goods or services, that we are prepared to accept it at face value even as manipulators in public and private finance siphon off profits from transactions.

Bartering limited cooperation in economic activities to very simple deals.  Once some symbols agreed as representing a good or service was introduced, the chains of supply and demand spread, enabling new scales  of development, and more leverage into rearranging the atoms on Earth.

 

 

2017-4
23

At church at the time when the minister invites congregation to greet those round us a lady offered blessings to me then read the Chinese characters on my shirt.  I was taken aback as no idea an elderly Aussie lady could do that.  After church out on the terrace for coffee I followed up and she has a wonderful story. During WWII Chinese sailors at the Brisbane Port could not return and were interned at a place in Bulimba near the river.  They often passed Ingrid’s house and after months set up a laundry business under the house.  At war’s end they engaged Ingrid’s parents to help them register the laundry as a business and so they could stay.  Ingrid and Peter Fong fell in love and they had 4 children. Peter was a steward at the church for decades and passed away 2007. Ingrid showed me his photo in her wallet and certainly a dignified gentleman.  She visited China with him 6 times including his ancestral home which she recalls in English as Ho Chong somewhere not too far outside the main southern city of Canton.  Her kids are apparently consumed in Western ways and not much to tie them back to China.

There is a whole book in there, stranger than fiction.  A lovely story. Ingrid Fong

Thrilled to see an article describing my eldest son’s contribution to professional women’s cycling sport.
https://cyclingtips.com/2017/02/meet-jono-coulter-the-man-who-joined-the-team-game-because-the-women-deserved-better/

Of course I know it is true and objective. I have followed his journey and if I wanted to be biased I would add more which is also true.  But I had to reflect on my own perspective and impact on all this. I was especially struck by the line that “my parents had land”  for him to train riding at our place.  It sounds like we were real rich with a huge expanse for a bike circuit. And maybe in his eyes as a junior maybe that was how he saw it. In reality, in suburban Brisbane, our whole street was half acre blocks, with a single residence leaving space for play.  Our progression of homes in Canberra, Darwin and Brisbane was a story of increased room for the kids’ development and we always had enough room to kick the footy as they grew from toddlers to teenagers.

Jono sure used our yard as a race circuit.  I was supposed to be doing my PhD write up and his mum would have been playing tennis. Jono 8 and Lee 6 were doing circuits, racing, like it was viewed by millions.  I was the only one peeking and I snuck out and changed the closest corner marker. After a couple of laps I made it more difficult and I saw his eyes flicker reckoning what’s up. Couple more laps with increasingly impossible corner and put down the bike and discovered dad’s prank.   Had to laugh.  He was learning the mysteries of being pranked.

On another occasion as dark fell I found the two chromemoly bikes out against a fence and likely to be highly prized by others. I put them in the shed than nonchalantly mentioned he had better put the bikes away. He came in like ghoststruck and I had to burst out laughing and tell him it was okay.

So “the land” his parents had, just a  good back yard, did grow to be major circuits of world cycling.  Very pleased for him and the people he works with.

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