Rediscovering the Ancient Primitive Technology of Cupped Hands TPS-0030
Date: 2022-08-12
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This primordial technology of the cupped hands that you would normally use in the modern world to maybe splash water on your face in the bathroom sink in the morning. There are still a few modern circumstances where those cupped hands are still in use. If somebody wants to share their bag of snack food, that's a way to get it a little portion.
It's kind of a quaint technology, but, for it came into effect as I was getting down to the limits of using a galvanized small bucket or pail, bailing water out of the rain water catchment area…
Once it got to a point where that was not efficient, but I did not wanna lose any of it, I cupped my hands together and that gave me the ability to get the last of it.
I was surprised how effective it was, just cupping hands.
I was doing that for a good 10 minutes or so.
It really was a profound experience of just connecting with the most primordial tool making impulse.
An application of what we inherit, our bodies, they're evolved with a set of biological instructions that are followed in order for this 3D print out of a bio body suit to emerge.
A lot of highly technical things obviously are happening autonomically, even just the way the eyes focus and track and move. The grace of all the ergonomics, the ability to stand upright and opposable thumbs.
As an anthropology student, it was very formative for me in my critiques of modern technology, getting into the studies of the most ancient human tool technologies.
It's interesting to think about what some of those tools have been and and how far we have come in ways that you may not normally measure.
Using only Stone Age technologies, our ancestors were able to fan out across every terrestrial ecosystem on the planet and find a way to eke out an existence and survive and live relatively harmoniously with stone tools.
Permaculture helps me to free and independent and secure, by living in harmony, in a cadence with the elements to where I'm intelligently harvesting from abundance that comes in cycles.
I'm just surfing these time cycles that I'm learning on a site, I've been here for over a year now. I'm getting better at anticipating things and optimizing and correcting my strategies.
So to behold that moment, something that I've dreamed of for so long, of being fully off grid and off road and starting to reverse the imbalance towards a balance of living off of and living harmony with, subsisting within the within real time, solar budget, not using fossil fuels...
Living by circadian rhythms and harvesting the rain when it comes, timing the cycles of the nursery and the plantings, and knowing what will make it through the winter, what will make it through the summer when I gotta do this, when I gotta do that.
Adding all those tactics and strategies together, and getting them optimized to levels to where it becomes just part of the routines that span for years.
So just being there with the cupped hands, I feel like this could have been a hundred thousand years ago, 200,000 years ago.
Or 100,000 or 200,000 years in the future.
Once upon a time, it was safe in this world to actually drink fresh water under certain circumstances.
But the contamination levels are so high, even of rain water, I wouldn't trust drinking rain water unfiltered or purified.
I have with luck and skill, put myself in a situation where a lot of the madness and a lot of the catastrophe and atrocity, natural and human made disasters are just well buffered by the topography, by the dispersal of the population density, which is the lowest I've ever had the pleasure of living in.
It makes me reflect on my earlier life utopian fantasies about going back to the land and living this way.
Usually that would have involved a land project of ten to 20 or more crazy train hopper punk rock, scavenging, squatting, crusty hippies that were somehow able to put together enough money to buy land or be able to scrounge up enough money to at least put a down payment on some acreage where they could start doing permaculture farming.
That's the collective, back to the land, utopian, eco anarchist, tribal experience that I was always a part of, and that always seemed to be fleeting due to the ephemeral romantic relationships, or the allure of city life, and people not really being able to fully disengage from that economy.
It's only gotten worse over time, people have only gotten more fragmented. Because back in my day, those back to the land scouting collectives that were trying to raise money and save money and hold it together and try to escape and get free...
We were not all addicted to apps and smartphones and game consoles and Internet cancellation campaigns and trolling and influencers and selfies...
The tyranny of short form content wasn't even a thing, and so many distractions.
Now it's the children of my generation, of back to landers that are even more of a way of shackling my generation to their atomized, urbanized, of hamster wheel rat race experiences.
Not a lot of us that had that dream of getting back to the land actually made it.
I think to myself relatively often now, where I'm at, I'm one of the few people who actually kept the dream alive.
But in order for that dream to come alive, I ended up having to be a lone wolf.
I'm probably not the only one, but it's really sad, because I miss those folks.
I'm grateful to have solitude, I feel my spiritual mission is very much one worth living between exile and hermitage.
But I do miss them, I do miss the synergy and the sense of bonding and safety and having each other's back. It's a trade off, because while I appreciate aspects of solitude, I also often painfully discover how limiting that is.
Whatever injuries and illnesses arise, they're infinitely more terrifying when you have no one having your back or able to help you. There's a chilling effect on what you're willing to do. I don't wanna do a lot of intense martial arts training which I'm used to doing. It's a risk to even do any running or because of the potential of a preventable of injury of any kind, it would be so catastrophic. It could be lethal.
I have trained with skilled Ninjitsu practitioners, but I would not call myself in any way, shape or form, a bona fide ninja.
I definitely am a 80s film influenced so called ninja fantasist.
It's kind of a funny thought that, given how constrained the range of my activities is under these austere conditions of solitude, I make the joke that if my self concept is a hardcore, warrior, then these are the tai chi years.
Gone are my years of pounding bags and pads, doing jump spin kicks and all kinds of dare devil stuff. Those days are at least on hold if not over.
I'm in great shape, but I'm definitely trying to keep movement very slow and very controlled to limit risk.
Anything that isn't at a tai chi pace puts me at huge risk for even a slight injury, which is compounding with how it can affect my ability to take care of myself under these conditions.
It's an extreme form of training, in that the sort of the freedom and the wherewithal that I used to take for granted...I realize how many things I took for granted being in civilization, where even if you were kind of a loner, you're still gonna be in range of the emergency medical system.
It's humbling to have to adapt to high risk and high stakes cautiousness. It highlights the sense of gratitude I have for a bit of rain, even if it's just for half an hour, the moisture in the air and the moisture on the ground, it sucks some of that night heat out of the air, and it's allowed me to have a bit of better sleep for a few nights.
With what sanity that is providing me, having a bit of REM sleep, I'm able to share these thoughts of gratitude for surviving the city, making it back to the land, and despite my limitations as a lone wolf, be able to appreciate and enjoy a more primal existence. This primordial technology of the cupped hands that you would normally use in the modern world to maybe splash water on your face in the bathroom sink in the morning. There are still a few modern circumstances where those cupped hands are still in use. If somebody wants to share their bag of snack food, that's a way to get it a little portion.
It's kind of a quaint technology, but, for it came into effect as I was getting down to the limits of using a galvanized small bucket or pail, bailing water out of the rain water catchment area…
Once it got to a point where that was not efficient, but I did not wanna lose any of it, I cupped my hands together and that gave me the ability to get the last of it.
I was surprised how effective it was, just cupping hands.
I was doing that for a good 10 minutes or so.
It really was a profound experience of just connecting with the most primordial tool making impulse.
An application of what we inherit, our bodies, they're evolved with a set of biological instructions that are followed in order for this 3D print out of a bio body suit to emerge.
A lot of highly technical things obviously are happening autonomically, even just the way the eyes focus and track and move. The grace of all the ergonomics, the ability to stand upright and opposable thumbs.
As an anthropology student, it was very formative for me in my critiques of modern technology, getting into the studies of the most ancient human tool technologies.
It's interesting to think about what some of those tools have been and and how far we have come in ways that you may not normally measure.
Using only Stone Age technologies, our ancestors were able to fan out across every terrestrial ecosystem on the planet and find a way to eke out an existence and survive and live relatively harmoniously with stone tools.
Permaculture helps me to free and independent and secure, by living in harmony, in a cadence with the elements to where I'm intelligently harvesting from abundance that comes in cycles.
I'm just surfing these time cycles that I'm learning on a site, I've been here for over a year now. I'm getting better at anticipating things and optimizing and correcting my strategies.
So to behold that moment, something that I've dreamed of for so long, of being fully off grid and off road and starting to reverse the imbalance towards a balance of living off of and living harmony with, subsisting within the within real time, solar budget, not using fossil fuels...
Living by circadian rhythms and harvesting the rain when it comes, timing the cycles of the nursery and the plantings, and knowing what will make it through the winter, what will make it through the summer when I gotta do this, when I gotta do that.
Adding all those tactics and strategies together, and getting them optimized to levels to where it becomes just part of the routines that span for years.
So just being there with the cupped hands, I feel like this could have been a hundred thousand years ago, 200,000 years ago.
Or 100,000 or 200,000 years in the future.
Once upon a time, it was safe in this world to actually drink fresh water under certain circumstances.
But the contamination levels are so high, even of rain water, I wouldn't trust drinking rain water unfiltered or purified.
I have with luck and skill, put myself in a situation where a lot of the madness and a lot of the catastrophe and atrocity, natural and human made disasters are just well buffered by the topography, by the dispersal of the population density, which is the lowest I've ever had the pleasure of living in.
It makes me reflect on my earlier life utopian fantasies about going back to the land and living this way.
Usually that would have involved a land project of ten to 20 or more crazy train hopper punk rock, scavenging, squatting, crusty hippies that were somehow able to put together enough money to buy land or be able to scrounge up enough money to at least put a down payment on some acreage where they could start doing permaculture farming.
That's the collective, back to the land, utopian, eco anarchist, tribal experience that I was always a part of, and that always seemed to be fleeting due to the ephemeral romantic relationships, or the allure of city life, and people not really being able to fully disengage from that economy.
It's only gotten worse over time, people have only gotten more fragmented. Because back in my day, those back to the land scouting collectives that were trying to raise money and save money and hold it together and try to escape and get free...
We were not all addicted to apps and smartphones and game consoles and Internet cancellation campaigns and trolling and influencers and selfies...
The tyranny of short form content wasn't even a thing, and so many distractions.
Now it's the children of my generation, of back to landers that are even more of a way of shackling my generation to their atomized, urbanized, of hamster wheel rat race experiences.
Not a lot of us that had that dream of getting back to the land actually made it.
I think to myself relatively often now, where I'm at, I'm one of the few people who actually kept the dream alive.
But in order for that dream to come alive, I ended up having to be a lone wolf.
I'm probably not the only one, but it's really sad, because I miss those folks.
I'm grateful to have solitude, I feel my spiritual mission is very much one worth living between exile and hermitage.
But I do miss them, I do miss the synergy and the sense of bonding and safety and having each other's back. It's a trade off, because while I appreciate aspects of solitude, I also often painfully discover how limiting that is.
Whatever injuries and illnesses arise, they're infinitely more terrifying when you have no one having your back or able to help you. There's a chilling effect on what you're willing to do. I don't wanna do a lot of intense martial arts training which I'm used to doing. It's a risk to even do any running or because of the potential of a preventable of injury of any kind, it would be so catastrophic. It could be lethal.
I have trained with skilled Ninjitsu practitioners, but I would not call myself in any way, shape or form, a bona fide ninja.
I definitely am a 80s film influenced so called ninja fantasist.
It's kind of a funny thought that, given how constrained the range of my activities is under these austere conditions of solitude, I make the joke that if my self concept is a hardcore, warrior, then these are the tai chi years.
Gone are my years of pounding bags and pads, doing jump spin kicks and all kinds of dare devil stuff. Those days are at least on hold if not over.
I'm in great shape, but I'm definitely trying to keep movement very slow and very controlled to limit risk.
Anything that isn't at a tai chi pace puts me at huge risk for even a slight injury, which is compounding with how it can affect my ability to take care of myself under these conditions.
It's an extreme form of training, in that the sort of the freedom and the wherewithal that I used to take for granted...I realize how many things I took for granted being in civilization, where even if you were kind of a loner, you're still gonna be in range of the emergency medical system.
It's humbling to have to adapt to high risk and high stakes cautiousness. It highlights the sense of gratitude I have for a bit of rain, even if it's just for half an hour, the moisture in the air and the moisture on the ground, it sucks some of that night heat out of the air, and it's allowed me to have a bit of better sleep for a few nights.
With what sanity that is providing me, having a bit of REM sleep, I'm able to share these thoughts of gratitude for surviving the city, making it back to the land, and despite my limitations as a lone wolf, be able to appreciate and enjoy a more primal existence.
It's kind of a quaint technology, but, for it came into effect as I was getting down to the limits of using a galvanized small bucket or pail, bailing water out of the rain water catchment area…
Once it got to a point where that was not efficient, but I did not wanna lose any of it, I cupped my hands together and that gave me the ability to get the last of it.
I was surprised how effective it was, just cupping hands.
I was doing that for a good 10 minutes or so.
It really was a profound experience of just connecting with the most primordial tool making impulse.
An application of what we inherit, our bodies, they're evolved with a set of biological instructions that are followed in order for this 3D print out of a bio body suit to emerge.
A lot of highly technical things obviously are happening autonomically, even just the way the eyes focus and track and move. The grace of all the ergonomics, the ability to stand upright and opposable thumbs.
As an anthropology student, it was very formative for me in my critiques of modern technology, getting into the studies of the most ancient human tool technologies.
It's interesting to think about what some of those tools have been and and how far we have come in ways that you may not normally measure.
Using only Stone Age technologies, our ancestors were able to fan out across every terrestrial ecosystem on the planet and find a way to eke out an existence and survive and live relatively harmoniously with stone tools.
Permaculture helps me to free and independent and secure, by living in harmony, in a cadence with the elements to where I'm intelligently harvesting from abundance that comes in cycles.
I'm just surfing these time cycles that I'm learning on a site, I've been here for over a year now. I'm getting better at anticipating things and optimizing and correcting my strategies.
So to behold that moment, something that I've dreamed of for so long, of being fully off grid and off road and starting to reverse the imbalance towards a balance of living off of and living harmony with, subsisting within the within real time, solar budget, not using fossil fuels...
Living by circadian rhythms and harvesting the rain when it comes, timing the cycles of the nursery and the plantings, and knowing what will make it through the winter, what will make it through the summer when I gotta do this, when I gotta do that.
Adding all those tactics and strategies together, and getting them optimized to levels to where it becomes just part of the routines that span for years.
So just being there with the cupped hands, I feel like this could have been a hundred thousand years ago, 200,000 years ago.
Or 100,000 or 200,000 years in the future.
Once upon a time, it was safe in this world to actually drink fresh water under certain circumstances.
But the contamination levels are so high, even of rain water, I wouldn't trust drinking rain water unfiltered or purified.
I have with luck and skill, put myself in a situation where a lot of the madness and a lot of the catastrophe and atrocity, natural and human made disasters are just well buffered by the topography, by the dispersal of the population density, which is the lowest I've ever had the pleasure of living in.
It makes me reflect on my earlier life utopian fantasies about going back to the land and living this way.
Usually that would have involved a land project of ten to 20 or more crazy train hopper punk rock, scavenging, squatting, crusty hippies that were somehow able to put together enough money to buy land or be able to scrounge up enough money to at least put a down payment on some acreage where they could start doing permaculture farming.
That's the collective, back to the land, utopian, eco anarchist, tribal experience that I was always a part of, and that always seemed to be fleeting due to the ephemeral romantic relationships, or the allure of city life, and people not really being able to fully disengage from that economy.
It's only gotten worse over time, people have only gotten more fragmented. Because back in my day, those back to the land scouting collectives that were trying to raise money and save money and hold it together and try to escape and get free...
We were not all addicted to apps and smartphones and game consoles and Internet cancellation campaigns and trolling and influencers and selfies...
The tyranny of short form content wasn't even a thing, and so many distractions.
Now it's the children of my generation, of back to landers that are even more of a way of shackling my generation to their atomized, urbanized, of hamster wheel rat race experiences.
Not a lot of us that had that dream of getting back to the land actually made it.
I think to myself relatively often now, where I'm at, I'm one of the few people who actually kept the dream alive.
But in order for that dream to come alive, I ended up having to be a lone wolf.
I'm probably not the only one, but it's really sad, because I miss those folks.
I'm grateful to have solitude, I feel my spiritual mission is very much one worth living between exile and hermitage.
But I do miss them, I do miss the synergy and the sense of bonding and safety and having each other's back. It's a trade off, because while I appreciate aspects of solitude, I also often painfully discover how limiting that is.
Whatever injuries and illnesses arise, they're infinitely more terrifying when you have no one having your back or able to help you. There's a chilling effect on what you're willing to do. I don't wanna do a lot of intense martial arts training which I'm used to doing. It's a risk to even do any running or because of the potential of a preventable of injury of any kind, it would be so catastrophic. It could be lethal.
I have trained with skilled Ninjitsu practitioners, but I would not call myself in any way, shape or form, a bona fide ninja.
I definitely am a 80s film influenced so called ninja fantasist.
It's kind of a funny thought that, given how constrained the range of my activities is under these austere conditions of solitude, I make the joke that if my self concept is a hardcore, warrior, then these are the tai chi years.
Gone are my years of pounding bags and pads, doing jump spin kicks and all kinds of dare devil stuff. Those days are at least on hold if not over.
I'm in great shape, but I'm definitely trying to keep movement very slow and very controlled to limit risk.
Anything that isn't at a tai chi pace puts me at huge risk for even a slight injury, which is compounding with how it can affect my ability to take care of myself under these conditions.
It's an extreme form of training, in that the sort of the freedom and the wherewithal that I used to take for granted...I realize how many things I took for granted being in civilization, where even if you were kind of a loner, you're still gonna be in range of the emergency medical system.
It's humbling to have to adapt to high risk and high stakes cautiousness. It highlights the sense of gratitude I have for a bit of rain, even if it's just for half an hour, the moisture in the air and the moisture on the ground, it sucks some of that night heat out of the air, and it's allowed me to have a bit of better sleep for a few nights.
With what sanity that is providing me, having a bit of REM sleep, I'm able to share these thoughts of gratitude for surviving the city, making it back to the land, and despite my limitations as a lone wolf, be able to appreciate and enjoy a more primal existence. This primordial technology of the cupped hands that you would normally use in the modern world to maybe splash water on your face in the bathroom sink in the morning. There are still a few modern circumstances where those cupped hands are still in use. If somebody wants to share their bag of snack food, that's a way to get it a little portion.
It's kind of a quaint technology, but, for it came into effect as I was getting down to the limits of using a galvanized small bucket or pail, bailing water out of the rain water catchment area…
Once it got to a point where that was not efficient, but I did not wanna lose any of it, I cupped my hands together and that gave me the ability to get the last of it.
I was surprised how effective it was, just cupping hands.
I was doing that for a good 10 minutes or so.
It really was a profound experience of just connecting with the most primordial tool making impulse.
An application of what we inherit, our bodies, they're evolved with a set of biological instructions that are followed in order for this 3D print out of a bio body suit to emerge.
A lot of highly technical things obviously are happening autonomically, even just the way the eyes focus and track and move. The grace of all the ergonomics, the ability to stand upright and opposable thumbs.
As an anthropology student, it was very formative for me in my critiques of modern technology, getting into the studies of the most ancient human tool technologies.
It's interesting to think about what some of those tools have been and and how far we have come in ways that you may not normally measure.
Using only Stone Age technologies, our ancestors were able to fan out across every terrestrial ecosystem on the planet and find a way to eke out an existence and survive and live relatively harmoniously with stone tools.
Permaculture helps me to free and independent and secure, by living in harmony, in a cadence with the elements to where I'm intelligently harvesting from abundance that comes in cycles.
I'm just surfing these time cycles that I'm learning on a site, I've been here for over a year now. I'm getting better at anticipating things and optimizing and correcting my strategies.
So to behold that moment, something that I've dreamed of for so long, of being fully off grid and off road and starting to reverse the imbalance towards a balance of living off of and living harmony with, subsisting within the within real time, solar budget, not using fossil fuels...
Living by circadian rhythms and harvesting the rain when it comes, timing the cycles of the nursery and the plantings, and knowing what will make it through the winter, what will make it through the summer when I gotta do this, when I gotta do that.
Adding all those tactics and strategies together, and getting them optimized to levels to where it becomes just part of the routines that span for years.
So just being there with the cupped hands, I feel like this could have been a hundred thousand years ago, 200,000 years ago.
Or 100,000 or 200,000 years in the future.
Once upon a time, it was safe in this world to actually drink fresh water under certain circumstances.
But the contamination levels are so high, even of rain water, I wouldn't trust drinking rain water unfiltered or purified.
I have with luck and skill, put myself in a situation where a lot of the madness and a lot of the catastrophe and atrocity, natural and human made disasters are just well buffered by the topography, by the dispersal of the population density, which is the lowest I've ever had the pleasure of living in.
It makes me reflect on my earlier life utopian fantasies about going back to the land and living this way.
Usually that would have involved a land project of ten to 20 or more crazy train hopper punk rock, scavenging, squatting, crusty hippies that were somehow able to put together enough money to buy land or be able to scrounge up enough money to at least put a down payment on some acreage where they could start doing permaculture farming.
That's the collective, back to the land, utopian, eco anarchist, tribal experience that I was always a part of, and that always seemed to be fleeting due to the ephemeral romantic relationships, or the allure of city life, and people not really being able to fully disengage from that economy.
It's only gotten worse over time, people have only gotten more fragmented. Because back in my day, those back to the land scouting collectives that were trying to raise money and save money and hold it together and try to escape and get free...
We were not all addicted to apps and smartphones and game consoles and Internet cancellation campaigns and trolling and influencers and selfies...
The tyranny of short form content wasn't even a thing, and so many distractions.
Now it's the children of my generation, of back to landers that are even more of a way of shackling my generation to their atomized, urbanized, of hamster wheel rat race experiences.
Not a lot of us that had that dream of getting back to the land actually made it.
I think to myself relatively often now, where I'm at, I'm one of the few people who actually kept the dream alive.
But in order for that dream to come alive, I ended up having to be a lone wolf.
I'm probably not the only one, but it's really sad, because I miss those folks.
I'm grateful to have solitude, I feel my spiritual mission is very much one worth living between exile and hermitage.
But I do miss them, I do miss the synergy and the sense of bonding and safety and having each other's back. It's a trade off, because while I appreciate aspects of solitude, I also often painfully discover how limiting that is.
Whatever injuries and illnesses arise, they're infinitely more terrifying when you have no one having your back or able to help you. There's a chilling effect on what you're willing to do. I don't wanna do a lot of intense martial arts training which I'm used to doing. It's a risk to even do any running or because of the potential of a preventable of injury of any kind, it would be so catastrophic. It could be lethal.
I have trained with skilled Ninjitsu practitioners, but I would not call myself in any way, shape or form, a bona fide ninja.
I definitely am a 80s film influenced so called ninja fantasist.
It's kind of a funny thought that, given how constrained the range of my activities is under these austere conditions of solitude, I make the joke that if my self concept is a hardcore, warrior, then these are the tai chi years.
Gone are my years of pounding bags and pads, doing jump spin kicks and all kinds of dare devil stuff. Those days are at least on hold if not over.
I'm in great shape, but I'm definitely trying to keep movement very slow and very controlled to limit risk.
Anything that isn't at a tai chi pace puts me at huge risk for even a slight injury, which is compounding with how it can affect my ability to take care of myself under these conditions.
It's an extreme form of training, in that the sort of the freedom and the wherewithal that I used to take for granted...I realize how many things I took for granted being in civilization, where even if you were kind of a loner, you're still gonna be in range of the emergency medical system.
It's humbling to have to adapt to high risk and high stakes cautiousness. It highlights the sense of gratitude I have for a bit of rain, even if it's just for half an hour, the moisture in the air and the moisture on the ground, it sucks some of that night heat out of the air, and it's allowed me to have a bit of better sleep for a few nights.
With what sanity that is providing me, having a bit of REM sleep, I'm able to share these thoughts of gratitude for surviving the city, making it back to the land, and despite my limitations as a lone wolf, be able to appreciate and enjoy a more primal existence.