Claude Charbonneau

Photography and Communications

Category: Communications

Twitter and space exploration

SpaceExploration

This post stem from my kloud and falls between a ‘klomercial’ and ‘kloment’. I love to recycle words and create new ones. I crafted a few self-centered very straightforward personalized expressions that integrate my name. Instead of comments I post kloment (both a noun and a verb). Kloud represents my vision and defines my universe and my sphere. I exist within my kloud. I promote my work via klomercials. I recycle letters and concepts and create unique expressions that leave a lot of room for imagination and augmented content for those who love to read between the lines. You may also catch subtle audio references if you listen carefully to the voice inside your head as you read. I like to use complex multi media metaphors. Do I sound loud or soft? Do you hear my accent? I wonder if in your head I sound like a female or male. My name confuses people and my accent as well. I started to write my name the way it sounds: Klod. Otherwise, English speakers cannot seem to pronounce it properly when spelled Claude. I gave up trying to include references to make it possible to determine my gender. We define gender using obsolete notions so I prefer to avoid references to it. You can think what you please and hear as you read a male or female and you can interchange. I write to please your imagination and I leave you all the latitude.

I want to kloment on Twitter. I confess that I got addicted to Twitter in just a few weeks. Quick thinkers beware. It could happen to you just as fast. Those who love information, speed, condensed and varied content and who want to stay on top of developments should realized the great risks involved the moment they open an account. Information starts pouring in within seconds and it never stops. More often than enough, at the same speed than my strain of thought. I find that most amazing. I initially joined to connect with other photographers and communicators with the primary goal to promote my photography work. I got hooked to the incessant flow of information. I appreciate viewing content in different languages as part of the same feed. I follow French, Spanish, Italian and Portuguese accounts and Twitter provides me with a live international virtual window. No wasted time or words on Twitter. Every single letter counts. Messages go directly and strictly to the point. I love that. And it provides ample room for multimedia content. I now access so much content that I would miss otherwise. And I find it interesting to check who follows who. One gets a glimpse of someone’s interests and influences. Why did I wait so long to adopt this lively stream of human activity and make it part of my kloud. Now this really sounds like a klomercial but its form the heart.

A promised earlier, I want to tell you all I know and disclose the whole details regarding encapsulated human sperm going into space in the very near future. I apologize for taking so long. It involves summarizing a lot of information and insights into high tech, human nature, psychology, behavioral science, justice, advanced marketing and the history of space exploration. I want to give you a clear, unbiased and realistic explanation. I sought a legal opinion and await feedback from my advisors. I must ensure first that I will not break any laws by disclosing what I learned. The true story of space exploration is strikingly different than what we teach in schools and read in official accounts. For starters, they claim Russia first sent a dog into space. That really is a lousy gigantic lie. A real scientific hoax. To think that they used a dog when hundreds of thousands of Indians were being experimented on and available is fantasist. The reason they made that dog story up is to cover the fact that the first human being to make it into space was a minor women. A 16 year old Indian women. They trained her for years for that experiment. Her and the whole village where she was born. It took a decade to prepare everything and everyone. The capsule was really small and inner space restricted. She was chosen because she was both tiny and smart. The whole story is quite amazing. I will disclose it all as promised as soon as I obtain clearance. Stay tuned. I will not discuss this subject at all via Twitter because there is just not enough space for such a vast subject.

Coming out over the internet

After a decade of resistance, I caved in an made my coming out on Facebook. A major outage occurred within the hour. I find this such an awkward coincidence.  I caught myself innocently feeling guilty.  Not for personal reasons as I have noting to do with the outage, but because guilt is ingrained in our culture.  So is innocence.

I searched the Internet hoping to find a technical explanation.  While I found many articles on the impact the outage created and learned that many called emergency services and police departments to report it, I could not find much technical information. Here in Canada, many attacks allegedly stemming from China were reported in recent days and critical government networks were shut down.  I suspect that a relationship between the two events exists, but in reality, absolutely none that can be attributed to me creating and using a FB account.

I noticed the outage just as, for the first time ever, I attempted to post comments in reaction to two news reports published by CBC, our national state sponsored broadcaster, using my newly created FB credentials. I commented about a service dog owners can purchase to send the remains of their deceased pet into space. I wrote that it would be difficult to explain this to an alien race and how, technically and seen from an outside perspective, it makes it harder to defend the notion that humans form an intelligent species.  I trust that alien ships would be robust enough and would not suffer significant damage as a result of hitting a capsule of dog ashes.  However, it concerns me a bit for our own satellites.  Probably the impact of watching Gravity, which I think is a great and visually stunning movie. Otherwise I find it amazing that while municipal bylaws prohibit pet owners from burying deceased dogs and cats on their property, it seems perfectly legal to send their remains into space.  This just does not seem environmentally sound from a footprint point of view.

Count me in as a conspiracy theorist if you will if I doubt that pet remains will actually make it into orbit.  While I keep the details for future posts, I suspect that sperm will get launched into space before the ashes of deceased dogs, unofficially and independently of the producer (of the sperm) and the company legitimately and honestly selling the service to pet owners.  I base this statement on decades of observations, real news reports and a profound faith in human nature.

By now, I hope I convinced you  that I am a possessed by a vivid imagination.  I also claim a certain ability to make links between elements.  I love creative communications and I started this blog for that sole reason. I know that including references to sperm will attract attention. I also slip in sex for good measure. While those two words may deter a few humans from reading further and perceive this post as unprofessional, they will get search engines and crawlers excited and generate traffic.  That is why I included them.

My second comment on CBC submitted using my new FB credentials concerned an interesting article on censorship during WWI and I simply suggested that follow up articles on the same topic and covering subsequent wars and the early history of the Canadian National Film Board and the role it played during WWII would be interesting.

The above is met solely for entertainment.  Now I would not post without including substance and the following is the real content I want you to remember. I make it short and it really is sad.  One hundred years ago today, Canada entered into WWI.

A total of 619,636 men and women served in the Canadian forces. 66,655 died, 172,950 were wounded.  One of every ten Canadians who fought did not return.

The conscription enforced nearly broke the country apart.  http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Conscription_Crisis_of_1917

World wide, between 22,078,366 and 23,674,204 humans died. http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/World_War_I_casualties#Casualties_by_1924_Post_War_Borders

Lest We Forget

Some, many, entire nations claim they won the war.  I disagree.  Wars only create losers.  We lost.  The entire human race lost it.   And watching the news proves that we fail to learn from our mistakes.  I want peace.