TICKET to a BRIGHTER FUTURE...

I'm holding the ticket to a brighter future for every person on Earth.

It all starts right here in Lynn.

If my plan flies here, we got it made.



Lynn is the perfect microcosm...multi cultural...multi ethnic...featuring outlooks from all walks of life.

Lynn is also the toughest audience there is...always operating with our finely honed bullshit detectors on full strength.

If it don't ring true, it's just more Pie in the Sky.

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We are America's Backyard...The Melting Pot still simmering, if you will.

Our Global Nature will spread the amazing local success story throughout every Culture on Earth...from the roots up.

Right now, what's left in The Melting Pot is good for every person alive today...and those yet to come if we get the ball rolling.

Let's serve it up before the Simmering Stew of Humanity turns to lethargic, slowly bubbling sludge...like a forgotten Crock Pot full of whatever that stuff was.

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I've been there and done that, and you can believe me when I tell you, "There's no place else anything like Lynn."

We all know this inherently...it's some sort of Nascent Awareness.

COMSATG2 will provide us the opportunity to take advantage of this uniqueness, without losing our true character in the transition.

If you stop and think for a second, opposition to change always stems from those who cherish what they have and don't want things to be different...ever...under any circumstances.

Obstructionists fear change because they may get left behind and on their own.

People can gripe and bitch about their daily situation on a daily basis, but, at least they understand it and recognize those around them...all in the same boat.

Life becomes a mock celebration of same shit, different day...life sucks, then ya die.

That type of thinking is where this deep seated suspicion and fear of change always leads.

Look around if you don't believe me.

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contact... smythspace@gmail.com ...copy/paste...

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TOTAL EFFICIENCY...

No crumbs...no leftovers...no bumps in the road...nothing unutilized...not one second wasted...every process improved and refined constantly...for the purpose of TOTAL EFFICIENCY.

Kaizen is the goal of the Global Economy.

Kaizen is a Japanese ideal, based upon the Culture of Japan...a culture rooted in generations of thinking small while dreaming big.

We, as US Citizens, influenced by our much different culture of thinking big and dreaming bigger, will give Kaizen a serious dose of Americanization, and the Efficiency Express will soon be totally out of control.

In fact, it is already approaching full steam.

The wreckless journey is well underway, with the throttle on full, and nobody at the controls.

Let's hope the tracks don't fail.

Because this situation running off the rails is a frightening thought.

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I mention this because it will have an enormous effect on Lynn.

What are we gonna do when there are no more crumbs or leftovers?

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Lynn, Lynn, City of...

Does anyone remember those billboards?

The City of Sin line, with all its negative connotations, was being altered.

Instead of City of Sin, the promotional billboards went for positive implications...City of ...FIRSTS...such as GE's Jet Engine, etc.

This was in 1992/93...right at the beginning of The Downtown Lynn Art and Internet Revival.

A serious effort seemed underway to change the City of Lynn's image.

My contribution came via a serenidiptous connection, and a bucket of old paint with the brush still in it.





If you entered Lynn via The Lynnway to Broad Street in those days you may have seen the crudely painted sign along the top windows of the ill fated Tapley Building.

The sign beckoned all...saying...

"Lynn, Lynn, City of ...

ya can't do nuthin' if ya neva begin."

It glistened in the sunshine, broadcasting its simple message to anyone who was looking up.

That's the outlook we need to explore...LOOKING UP!

Did you ever see the sign atop The Tapley Building?

Or were you locked into tunnel vision...straight ahead...no distractions...places to go and people to see?

Nothing good can happen if nobody notices the beginnings...the foundation, if you will.

In this case, the foundation was five stories up in an old, negected factory building.

That's a lofty beginning, don'tcha think?

There's only one place to take it after starting out like that...EXCELSIOR!

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FRONTIER USA...

We are living in a mythical land.

Every Doom and Gloom scenario, every Utopian Vision, and every
‘whaaassupp, Dude?’, stoner fantasy wrestle for attention in our minds.

And, amazingly, every viewpoint reaches equal footing on its path through the Democratizing Loom of US Culture.

We devour everything indiscriminently, spit much of it out, and study the droppings...just like our most primitive ancestors.

Yet, here we are, out on the Big Frontier...up shit creek without a paddle.

We are spread awfully thin...like polyethylene film trying to cover up the filthy creek.

We know we're not going anywhwere soon...gotta hide the caca.

It’s great that everybody gets their turn, buying ever cheaper versions of anything that catches on, experiencing 'The Good Life' at whatever level finances will allow.

Believe me, ya haven't lived until y've spent a few days sitting on old car seats around some trailer park or junkyard, with a bug zapper going off every few seconds, and an ice cold Mello Yello mixed with Grain Alcohol in one hand and a fistful of Cheetos in the other while discussing America and what it means to people.

The churning maelstrom of confusing info/data becomes easily digestible, sweet, creamy pablum as we pass it on.

All things considered, we still got it pretty damn good.

But, as usual, we've stayed too long at The Fair...now it’s time to pay the piper, clean up, and head for home.

Get your tail out from between your legs, lift your gaze, and stride purposefully.

It won't take long!

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SYOG...

Sixty Year Old Guys are weakening America.

SYOG needn't be exactly sixty years of age.

I'm talking true WWII Baby Boomers, born Post-War 'til 1950 or 51.

I'm SYOG...born '47.

We are all protypical Sixty Year Old Guys, with absolutely zero precedent for our current situation.

This leaves us prey to a lot of screwball ideas, resurgent childhood fantasies, and a strange 'Deer in the Headlights' sense of finality.

How are we weakening America?

It has to do with fulfilling the dreams of The Greatest Generation.

Unfortunately, the only dream we have any hope of fulfilling at this late stage of the game is successful retirement.

What could be a better tribute to our hard working Dads than a Big Screen with 24/7 NFL reruns, a leather Barcalounger, a Ball and Claw Bathtub on the deck, and Boner Pills.

That's what they would have wanted, isn't it?

It's our obligation to complete the legacy.

Guess what?

Every Marketeer alive knows this, and is using it to peddle the dream...a dream conjured in simpler times and totally inappropriate right now.

Yet, we are buying...lock, stock, and barrel.

It's the well known 'Boys and their Toys' phenomenon gone wild.

'Kid with the most Toys at the end wins' is a popular phrase among the Boys and their Toys crowd.

Can you say, DUH?

Kid with the most toys at the end leaves a big mess for his offspring to deal with, and lines the pockets of savvy generational marketeers everywhere.

The toys themselves may accrue in value if the collector is shrewd and discerning, but the cost of gathering, displaying, and appreciating them has been astronomical, and is totally unrecoverable...at any price.

PERIOD!

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Wouldn't you love to get up in the morning with a purpose, instead of killing time and feeling useless...staring at your Toys?

Let's face it, kicking back in the Barcalounger without a care in the world ain't happening any time soon.

Shake off the kinks and take a look at this...SYOG...some thoughts on the subject... from the recent few years...

SYOG are an enormous Economic Force...we just gotta find a purpose.

Clicking the link should give you some ideas.

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LYNN...9/11...PLUS TEN...

Call this Lynn Nine One One.

But...it's not a distress call.

This is those perpetual High Hopes coming around.

All we gotta do is ditch the Low Expectations.

Let-Downs are something we're used to, like comfortable old slippers.

It's time to put those ol' slippers under the bed and wiggle your toes in the sand.

While you are wiggling, take a look around and picture how much more beautiful the view would be if money were no object.

Sound too good to be true?

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Have a look at this...

In the overall picture, Lynn is simply another failing North East Industrial City.

We've always been a Factory Town.

Except it wasn't Happy Harry's Woolen Mill, or Pete's Paper...ancient remnants of The Industrial Revolution.

We have GE...a company firmly rooted in The Future.

If you doubt it, watch their TV ads...any of them...since TV first began.

Here's an example...from popular culture.

I bet most of you are familiar with "The Graduate", starring Dustin Hoffman, and have heard the classic line, "Plastics, my boy, Plastics."

For those not familiar, it was sage life advice, dispensed at a wedding, from the character's Wise Old Uncle.

Get into the plastic biz, and take good care of your new bride.

In 1961, GE Scientists came to Pickering Jr. High School in Lynn as part of 'Career Day'.

After promoting the Wonders of Science, and reminding all present that the GE of The Future would not be your parent's factory, they told us what was coming.

Things were changing rapidly, GE was in the forefront worldwide, and they were damned certain of their future accomplishments.

The demonstration ended when the GE Scientists poured two viscous liguids into a beaker, and stirred as the combined chemicals bubbled, foamed, and gave off colorful fumes while the mixture grew out of the top into a rigid styrofoam mushroom.

They too were saying, "Plastics, my son, Plastics."

"The Graduate" didn't come out until 1967.

That gave me a six year head start...compliments of GE and their Commitment to The Future.

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By 1971, I was fully aware of 'Plastics', their benefit to Humanity, and the toll they take on this Planet.

The silver lining created a lot of tarnish, and poisonous residue along the way.

The price of Plastic, while a bargain at the cash register, has been ridiculously expensive in many other ways.

There was, and still is, a serious downside to this magical concoction.

I was also aware that it was not going to go away any time soon, no matter my opinion.

This was the early stages of Petro Chemical waste being turned into the single most ubiquitous item on Earth.

"Plastics"...are everywhere...they're everywhere.

Only time will tell how much damage we have done to Our Environment in the fifty years since I saw those GE Guys create magic from waste products before my very eyes.

No matter what, it's still not going anywhere, and has evolved into a truly amazing benefit in Humanity's Quest to remove life consuming drudgery from our existences...simplifying everything to the level of brain dead consumerism, with every purchase made of, shipped by, wrapped in, and tracked from conception to your door...compliments of Petro Chemical Waste.

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So, what went wrong?

How did we, Lynners, get left in the dust after having The Future laid out for us...way ahead of the game?

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The Decline...

How, Why, Where and When...this is quick.

It was always OK to huddle up and wait for GE to 'come back'.

It's one of the things we all got used to...like those ol' slippers.

Downtown gave way to The Mall, GE never really did 'come back'.

Time wore on and the current 'woe is is me, I'm a victim' attitude filled the minds and spirits of the huddled masses.

It led to the Welfare driven, life owes me a living sense that now pervades the area.

The ATTITUDE took hold.

Then it was now.

Told ya that would be quick.

Now, let's start the uphill portion.

It won't be long until we reach the top.

All in a few easy lessons...CLICK HERE for EASY SCHOOL...take a look and come back here.

Keep reading...

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NOTE...

As you proceed, you may wonder why I mentioned expanded styrofoam as the example of GE Futurism.

GE has done countless other amazing things during those same fifty years.

COMSATG2 ( you'll learn about CG2 in a minute ), is made of expanded styrofoam.

It's a much more refined and highly developed product than was created in the magic beaker, but it's the exact same stuff in different combinations.

Every molecule is Petro Chemical Waste.

Like I said, 'it ain't goin' away...no matter my opinion...'

Might as well make the best of what we have to work with, don'tcha think?

Thanks, GE!

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WHADDAWEGOTTAOFFER?

We got something nobody else has.

We just gotta make 'em want it more and more.

No more us against The Rest of the World.

Try 'Us AND the Rest of the World'.

The Essence of Lynness has always been rooted in High Hopes and Low Expectations.

Ditch the Low Expectations.

It's getting tiresome.

Dig out those High Hopes, and do something.

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