The Rub

Has I slippt so far, says Henry,
rolling past the mandrakes like a wet cigarette,
stopping for change at the telephone station,
can this be for real, he asks, examining his own hand.
No fear for the wicked, dropping a cantaloupe
in the middle of the street, and watching it roll,
roll, roll, into the gutters with the newspapers and
leaves of other varieties.

Let me find a street with only sycamore lining it,
I would strip the bark and make my own papyrus,
home made papyrus, to start a homegrown
hieroglyphic, picturing songs my voice isn't
shapely enough to sing.

And if it isn't bent enough when we find it,
it'll be broken enough to shatter the dreams
of blue oxen and shepherds' wives,
rotating around a golden sun, whose will alone
is enough to make it shine.

4th day of Christmas

A xanax dude,

a stately pleasure dome degree,

from kingdom come,

thy will be done,

on earthday and in heaven,

Give us bread, 

and we'll forgive you for trespassing,

for thy  is the the kingdom, power, glory 

hallelujah amen thank you

Thug

To see them on the field
was murder.

A bunch of thugs, looking for chances to injure.

I don't like the Baltimore Ravens, because they play like a bunch of bastards.

I watched pass interference on repeat, after the game, is that how you win?

Hope you don't get caught with the priest's linens.

Is it my team is more brutal than your team, my city is full of creeps?

there is something one should know though about ed reed:
first, he is in multiple dimensions simultaneously.
Second, he's going to throw that ball,
there is never enough happening to satisfy the man.
Stability s not his game.

Coal

How then can a relation be represented
 between Him and notHe
He when there is no notion comprising
 in any respect both of the two, inasmuch
 as existence is affirmed 
of Him, and notHe merely by way of absolute
 equivocation. There is, in truth, no relation
 in any respect between Him and any of His creatures.
-m
This reminds me that god is essentially a proposition needed for the sake of logical. It is proposition 1.  the proposition that needs to be in place before reasoning takes place. If you need a proof for proposition one take a look around.  This might as well be a life and death situation. Are you going to reason or do something about your situation?  If there is no pressing need to move your limbs in some manner, secede that you are only making a bet on something.  If you can be wrong about something you can be wrong about anything.  Therefore the activity of reasoning itself is a proposition, and that proposition is named... is at least folded up in the Almighty.


I am not a believer.  I am not to accept the proposition now and then again.  I think believing is a problem. Believing means being in a state of constant reason.  That means everything is made of one argument. But i believe the eyes alone give proof enough of the reality of the real.  There are many chances to exercise the use of reason, also known as the Presence of Proposition God.  But obviously, reason should not be used all the time.   there are many tasks that need doing, people that need comforting, the use of the eyes are manifold, and have nothing to do with Him.  (No one knows the engine of evolution, but it all had nothing to us, therefore, there was no He.)  There is knowing him, and there is living with him.  
I know the guy, but I feel living with him would get tense right now.  He needs to court a little longer.  I'm still pretty nervy, though i don't mind silent prayer so much.  

Ein Sof is a place to which forgetting and oblivion pertain. Why? Because concerning all the sefirot, one can search out their reality from the depth of supernal wisdom. From there it is possible to understand one thing from another. However, concerning Ein Sof, there is no aspect anywhere to search or probe; nothing can be known of it, for it is hidden and concealed in the mystery of absolute nothingness.

– David ben Judah Hehasid, Matt (1990)

     

House

With all the do da dos, i don't think I'll ever find
the groove of the track of righteous believing evermore
yet again, men know what they mean when they say
ejaculate, let no one fool you when they throw that one out there
with a smile pinched back, pinched off like a bowel movement,
imagine the sweaty palms, that can be a clue, to the very fine dectection
that often isn't worth the trouble.  yaknow yaknow yaknow, three times
is magic.  Three symbols are enough to trigger a whiffing of the air,
mayhaps, perhaps there is a scent of the homoerotic in this poem,
after all, ejaculation, bowel movements, and sweaty palms were mentioned,
in very close proximity to one another.  There is a homoerotic algorithm,
a pink flag is thrown, alerting several secret societies to correlated trends
in the use of specific products of notable interest.  this music reminds me
of crack and/or heroin.

Nothing doing

There is bleeding from my forehead.  Asian psychology students.  Know what they're doing.  

The name of the game is marketing.

I just wanna find the fun stuff once again.  

Where is the stuff I liked?

Does my opinion still matter to the titans of marketing.  

I don't really have market interests.

I'm interesting.

Im not sure I believe in lunch. 

Amybe as a thing to do.  

I say there is waking up eating.

and there is sleeping eating.

lunch is a big sleep eat.  

there is also nothing eating and nothing sleeping.

and nothing doing.  It's in my political upbringing. 

My grandma lived for a period with a family of do nothings.

My grandmother held several households.

Odd woman. 

    

  

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tell me your vision

what would you do outside in a winter wonderland

the snow is wonderful

it's cristmas

it's supposed to snow around cristmas time

that cristmas has no meaning, christmasis

nothing but meaningless sign, that are, yet ready to be

filled with meaning

christmas is great, never forget that

cristmas is why we live

christmas is the best time of year, everyone agree

fire

as a fire rages
i rage to see serpents
dressed as minotaurs
in a forrest of seagulls croaking into the night
of dark unending stories, as if to speak to the darkness
having no fight in the waning of the moons,
the changing of the tides, and listening to the insects
dance in the paganistic fashion, their last hurrah,
before the day exposes them and their brutish ways.

Prosperity

Prosperous ghosts leave their party streamers on the ground.
We pick them up, examine them, with a zoom lens,
imagining the parade we must have missed.
A second parade of brooms comes by,
men doing their jobs, to clear the streets for passersby.

How do you say fuck you in Chinese?

Tend to your brother's wounds.
The bento box lifestyle is a chip.
We live a life devoted to charity.
The world isn't over.
But it's not happening here.

All our brothers are long-lost.
The invasion occurred.
The masters live among us.
Discreetly.

Abstract expression was of course an act of decadence.
We should have known.
It was obvious.
And now that will never pass again.
At least not here.

Dogtooth

The outside world is no doubt of pernicious influence.

Thing is, the inside world is pernicious as well.

Perfect children with perfect bodies.  

The use and misuse of narrative. 

I woke up and the boy was killing a cat.  

Everywhere a lack of tenderness. 

Perhaps incest is a hard fast injunction.

Maybe the race is against boredom.  

City of glass

We do not vote for issues.
We are voting for people.
If we were to vote for issues,
everything would be referendum.
The fractions aren't the only vestiges of slavery.
Any investigation into character is an
investigation in the art of instigating.
Who are we searching for?
Soldiers who treat every march as a battle.
Life's a fight.
Heaven is a tattoo, covering the scars of conflict.
Would you trade child abuse for patricide?

The disappointment

There is only one mountain.
There always has been one.

But maybe it's just a slope.
25 million men, and they're all named,
Sisyphus.

The boulder is there to rest upon.
Me and my other.

My one.

Lection

Slow and stupid wins the race.
timidity as a superpower.
headache isn't the word.
Cranial awareness might work.

Just say no to drugs, Nancy cried.
Drugdealers are the bosses,
Of the real democratic party.
I don't know who i work for.
But no one should work for me.
Freedom means feeling free.

the empire

Where is the empire located?
How far back do we have to trace?

The boats have unmoored long ago in this country.

They are launched in others.

What now is left?

Endless objects.  A code, left to be destroyed.

To fight is to lose.

To win is to throw off the yokes of an increasingly small territory.

It isn't even the self that you fight for.

The fight is to inject humor and ambiguity, prophecy and poison.
(where?)
In vanes.

Man in the Dark

my lies are a template to the truth
a decoder ring
figure out how I fabricate
and figure out the root of my fabrications.

I might try to present an alternate America
but the america known is still there too
and if your senses are keen
you'll ken what I see.
The obvious truths are the ones I hold closest.
No need to say what I see.
They'll be presented austerely.

This post a review of Paul Auster's "Man in the Dark"
It's levity hides it's darkness.
You need the w(hole) to figure it out.
Lotta lazy reviews.
Meta-narrative is just politeness.
So many write who cannot read.

war with the weather

I wonder about the Mayan Calender, here where they say it shall stop.  Now to think that the mayans would be able to accurately predict the end of the world is silly or slightly racist.
the second question is to whether there extensive calender was a display of hubris.
My guess is that it is the work of writers.
Who had to invent for the publics benefiction.
Fiction for the publics benefit.
The last act of a people underseige.
Just mysterious enough to not be destroyed by their enemies.
Lies created to assert an authority, whether considered lies or not.

Strange enough, contested enough.

The game of pelota interests me, because authorities can't seem to figure it out.  Sometimes the hero of the game wins, and sometimes he loses.   by loses I mean his life.  He was sacrificed.

Sacrificed by who?

Sacrificed by the side He played for.  For an exchange of goods?  Or because his transgressions were too great that even his great act at redemption, in playing the game, failed.  Maybe he won in the wrong way.  Some act of corruption saved him. Maybe sometimes the people got their way. And the losers lives were saved.

We should read the texts of pelota, the Incan sport, with real figures, who are beset with accusations of rape, drugging, and unsportsmanlike conduct.  It makes a difference in who wins in the end, even if it doesn't tell you who wins the match.

detectives

Artificial intelligence is limited by erasure.
It cannot know about the things we delete.
It doesn't know why we delete them.
It doesn't know that it only takes a minute.
You cannot take things back.

World without words

When I walk down the street
everyone is talking.
It used to be conversations.
Now it is psychotic monologues.

I am polite and hold these within.
but everyone around me is so loud.
I can always hear you.
Yet I will not pause.

It is without words that I sense these layers.
I am reminded of the folds of conciousness.
As I walk through preston street under the scaffolding
I move centered in my hips, while I cheer myself on,
while my transcendental self whispers the past into my present mind,
the noisemaker, the aimless prayer, Babel.

The smile I wear.
Wonder at my ability
to keep it all straight
to keep it so quiet. (beandip)

Slave?

To clear up a point about Nietzsche:
Slave morality is how the slaves gain power.
When deciding on a moral compass,
one should consider whether she be slave or not.
It's an american disease, where the poor think they are rich.
Wherein the slaves believe they have been emancipated.
But we are mostly slaves still and slaves we remain.

Notice the importance of sexual conduct in politics.
This is how we exert our power.
All the old man wants is to fuck your wife and your daughters.
The american system works.
We put the old man's cock in a bind.
We may be born dead, but our children will not be fucked.
This is the rule of matriarchy.

When I think of Fred N.,  I think of him mute in a chair,
bloacked from agency by premature decrepitude,
while his sister sells him off to the Nazis and Racists,
siphoning off his flashy daring-do prose
from the peaceful message he wanted to share.
Remember he stood up for that horse, it was the last thing he could do.
Died clinging to that horse, you can't tell me he wasn't a slave too.

hello world

Hi world!  how are you doing!
I i guess I am dreaming!
I guess I'm a god!
I can't imagine
Ever getting older
I've been wearing the mask of oldness my hole life.
What the fuck!
Is this world about!
I love this world!
Thank you!
Hello cat, sleep on!
I envy your joy!
I share in joy with you!
This room is heaven!
But I'm not dead!
It is true that ICannot feel my heart beat
Nor can i feel myself breathe!
But still I insist on my reality!
What wonder is this world,
This universe I gave birth too.
Who else wants life, I can breathe into you
Who wants to create, the world in our dream visions.
Multiple dimensions are real!

The noosphere

There are two way ideas kill.

There is cancer.  the overproduction the uselessness.

there is the virus, which is decadence.

I vote for poetry--

say exactly what you mean,

it's not a directive, and it may not be worth 

anyone's time, but it is right,

it agrees with you,

Hopefully it isn't junk.

It may be thrown away,

but you know what they say

about one man's garbage.  

the system isn't here to hurt you

the system is about the delivery of goods

If you don't want any goods,

please me quiet they ask.  

Just say something they don't understand,

it will cause them pause before they forget you.

all you can do is slow them down.

Red Fred

Why the wand of suddenly-stopping death strokes the head of a newborn child,
we cannot fathom the depths of the oligarchy (strawberry rainbow).
New to to sin, I take off my slipper and wade into fear,
my eyeball pulsates, and rings, flying at the sound of the bell.

Blue to goof, bluest sea, crashing hard by the empty bars,
A place where sailors used to sing, songs about the sexual lives of camels.
Songs about fucking animals of all kinds, a noahs ark with pay per view slots--
my grandfather rocks in his chair, hearing the sweet water gurgle in the back of his throat,
where the hypocamus meets the tongue, a peaceful canal.

Take this flag as an apology, we know he had it rough,
staying silent all those years must have been tough.
If only we could remember what his father said while drunk and roiling,
we wouldn't have to reconstruct the world at war, in our garden, toiling.

May by all accounts
let us count what is unfisnished
and brave the new city wanderings
of night left despairing

This is a story of failure,
of bathos, like everything
upon second glance.
the unseen is the only thing worth while
and while you weigh your worth
you can find a branch of cypress tree
growing, a suitable perch for the diamond
birds who sing, tre-a-lee a lee,
the whistling ding of a copper pot, just shot,
spit fresh from the mouths of toothless deities,
old lechers once known as gods,
and now not known at all.

but it's better this way, so a whisper says,
like everything reconsidered.
Good advice comes cheap from all directions,
from the lives of failure.
If failure is the point of life,
then failure is success.
But if success is a means in itself,
we have a fork.
the kind of fork for eating shellfish.
Which is verboten according to the wisdom.
of several most prominent religious scholars.
the shellfish is there for a reason.  We live in
a filthy part of the world.  If everything is
water, we can't see to deep.

Again the man of religious learning says oi.

"Fine do it for the environment, we used to call it
G-d in my day, the instructions are the same.
Don't eat shellfish, don't eat pigs.  meat and dairy together,
too excessive.  That's a fork. Hey really we've cultivated all
the good advice, more advice than you could ever use.
but I understand, you're a smart kid, we'll arrive on your own,
sounds great I wish you LUCK"

Living Error

The system of information needs your lies

Your malfunction is something we can't

live without.

In order to maintain our system of binary 

information, before we go analog,

we need the unfolding failure that 

is your life your health,

the model of wrongness.

In order to maintain the correct path way

In order to not stray from our goal

of total efficency.

Total oblivion.  

The difference between us and we is

Us people want peace.

Earthly paradise exists,

though not for long.

Always interrupted by barking dogs,

and children.  

My warts are an access point

To the system.

Our failures are the way

to peace.  

Life- World

Any transcendental practice has to keep rhythm in mind.

You have to pick your domain as well.

The best domain is your life.

Call this your Life-world.

It does no contain the potential.

It contains the experienced.

There are times, empty times of day, when one takes a walk with a full epoche.

Shielding their mind from knowledge, moving through the light, a substance like water.

And there are walks that dreams take you on, that lead you to the destination you were searching for but couldn't name.

When the fear of fate wells up inside your chest, it is time to take an epoche.

You know it's time to pull back when your mouth gives you start, when the anger builds inside your legs.

This is where it gets personal.

Rhythmic analysis of your life.

Are you a funky person?

My movie

An adaptation of shadrach mesach and abednego.
The story is the last day before they're sentenced to face the fiery furnace.
Shadrach visits several women, dominates a conversation with his brothers, is strong and tough, in a hetero-normative way.
Mesrach gazes at images of babylons destructions.
Abednego does calculations of the stars, figures out the science of survival.

King Nebuchanezzar is played by the capitalist machinery, no real stage presence.  His behalf is represented by a series of old men.

The end of the movie the brothers come together and face the fiery furnace, which is a where they become sacrifices to the gods of American culture.  I was thinking they play as a band on a television show.  like Ed Sullivan.  They have not forgone the anxiety of whether it will go well or not.  The fear is that their image is being baked and hardened, they are being branded for the one thing they will be known by.

The happy ending is that they are not torn apart-- they live.  And moments of time still feel the same way they always have.  Also, their band rips.

I really must advocate a transcendental philosophy.  It is hard to talk about, because it does not encourage joining hands.  Still, hand joining is possible, with much practice.  The philosophy of Edmund Husserl is a scientific explanation of transcendentalism.  It is equivalent to Eastern meditational practices, but written in the terms of Western science (there is no Eastern Science).

The idea is that being is measured on the x axis.  The particles are measured in terms of seconds.  If you monitor yourself, or someone else for a few seconds, the description of your state, or their state, would be quite simple.  It might be "i was thinking about my feet." or "I was walking and wondering about God."

the point of this exercise is to demonstrate that the mind points in one direction.  the mind does one thing at a time.  they may be sequenced, but consciousness runs on the time scale.

With this fact we can take an ethical leap.

From here we decide to live in the present moment.

To see an object might bring memories of similar objects.

A transcendental philosophy advocates an understanding.

the present is the present.  This is consciousness in the body. The body includes the head.

There is the past.  The past is the former present.  While important, it is illogical or the past to take precedent over the present.  This problem is the source of many dysfunctional minds.

There is the future, which is a mystical force.  This is what is meant by spirit.  There is a sort of consciousness in desire.  Science hasn't reached the shores of the consciousness of desire yet.

To understand the consciousness of desire, one only has to focus clearly on the present, completely shutting out the past. The future then will arrive clearly.

As far as methodologies of shutting out the past:
Husserl was a philosopher and was able to use his philosophical conditioning to reach a transcendental state through thought experiments which are the manna of the field.

I sense that part of the reason he didn't so much catch on was that he didn't have an abstract enough approach to transcendentalism.  He certainly laid out the evidence for why it would enhance western society, in particular the field of science.  However, he may not have taken into consideration that everyone has a different set of experiences that can help them in the transcendental path, and a different past they run away from.

What I mean is, some people think while sitting in peace, some while walking the streets.

What is important is to ignore everything you know.  Do this occasionally.

this explanation is getting too complicated, so I take that as a sign to cut it off here.  Concision is a blessing bestowed by transcendentalism.

Music/message

Nirvana:
Suicide martyr--
frustrated depressives win
a scratch off ticket

Pearl jam:
Messages forgone
in place of craft and grunt prayer.
The end of style.

Alice in chains:
nirvana on dope
same story without the end,
the end is the same.

Soundgarden:
Was the lesson learnt?
Transcendental commodities
find strange shores, strange fruits.

Smashing Pumpkins:
An evil child
becomes mock maturation,
a disgusting man

fine wine is bullshit

Wine tastes bad, newsflash.
It does vary by region.
It's the same everywhere.
Another case of money-laundering
and a missing wink.

Just be glad the wine you drink doesn't have hair in it.
This is why you haven't heard of Spanish wine.
No need to keep up appearances.

You buy for a label, or if you know a guy.
Wine thugs carry guns, oh yeah.

I'd rather drink warm water,
with a drop of blood,
a witches brew,
for my bitch's crew,
cast a spell of sleep
for me, and you.

outlooks

My war scenario:

The techno pods will be housed in urban clusters,

The unintegrated will set upon us in a siege.

Luckily we can survive on pure chemical nourishment.

We own the boats, and the communication will still exist.

The capitalists are on our side.

There are people who care about their bloodline.

There are people with no reason or chance to feel bitterness toward their parents.

there are people who will engage the dialectic of the blood.

Us others will engage the dialectic of our lives.

The only way to win the war is to plug your ears and sing.

Still the only thing worth doing is talking.  

and and or

and or or

and and or 

and or or

the wisdom to be gleaned from the fallen is their prayer.

fill your head with captive melody and proceed with caution and patience.

If you really need a decoder ring to make it through,

remember frodo and smeigel.

Lotr was written with Tolkiens son was fighting in S. Africa.

The excessive battle sequences were codes.  

The epic itself

the ring cycle.

destroy the sense of epic.

Racial narrative must fail, their sense of urgency comes from their tragic internal narrative.

to unfurl their story completely includes their own defeat.

To wage war is to lose.  

Find ground between the transcendental and the tragic, necessary compromise, hard bargaining. 

virtual reality prisons, youth looking in on itself.

my cell phone is a gps, sometimes an alibi,

sometimes a box.

Love is the secret weapon against the fascists,

because to understand how it works is to fall victim to it.

This post a review of Ian Svenonius's Psychic Soviet.

a bunch of stinking pussies

You are all a bunch of stinking pussies.
You are afraid of men in caves.
afraid of cavemen getting on planes.
that's fucking pathetic.


nuclear weapons is something to be afraid of.
unless you get your self straight and set your aspirations high,
real fucking high, you are a disappointment,
because you lived in the golden age and didn't do shit about it.
There was nothing but opportunity for change and you had your head up your ass.
there aren't even communists anymore.  (word to my sister)

There are no communists countries to ruin the term,
what is the big deal about loudly poclaiming your radical anarcho-communist ideals?

What do you want for me

I propose eliminating taxes on business.
But workers have a say in business.
Let's take this to the backrooms buddy.
Every back room.  the important thing is to
communication perfectly regulated.  the team
with the best poets controls what is done with the excess.

as always, the world comes down to the microphones.
A new science of rhetoric emerges.
life becomes a very careful construction of language.
passwords.
You go in a lot of room that could get you killed, but the game is nice they don't want to hurt you.
Best to do it when you're new to the game.
But don't spare a minute.

Wild animals

What I want to know
is when will be able
to fill our city
with beasts.

I'm talking wild pigs,
I'm talking JRTs.
I'm talking tigers.
What if we were afraid of tigers once again.
If we took our cues from animal behavior.

It would be so simple to revert.
Compared to what we deal with now.

I asked the Devil what he wants with my soul.
"MMM, OIL IS DELICIOUS!"
he replied, fingering itching to lick the bowl.

I was comforted to know that this is who we stand against.

Thales said everything is water.  We're not water, and neither is she.
We're oil.

The war

I pick the side of the lonesome.
I pick the side of whoever can move me.
Stephen Hawking, who trusts a man like that
on the fundamentals of humanity, thinks that
Gravity and G-d are exclusive elements.
But we who study language know.
Both of these words start with a G.
That is enough to start a connection, if not a cognate.
The English language is lucky to have the influence
of German, we get signifying capital letters.
And that's enough for me to say Gravity, which is
enough to explain the universe, could be worshipped as
G-d.  the worshipping is still the difficulty in this manner.
Does S. Hawking have a grudge against mankind?
It wouldn't surprise me.  Much of his work is now irrelevant,
has been improved on by physicists who have long Dravidian names,
and, this will sound terrible, less media savvy, if you know what i mean.
Why is he important.  Well, physicists are generally viewed as house slaves
by those who mean War.  They live in the bubble of silence.  Even God tip
toes around the Hawk, as he is known in Black Hole societies,
scattered here and there in little pockets of the universe.

Lamarck

Charles Darwin lived in the world of colonies and his science was upright
and dignified.  He spoke of racial harmony, brotherhood among men.
Because some men come from the ape, and others, descend from the reptile.
But it was important in the 19th century, and science played our part.
Science caused the wars, supported the wars enabled the wars, all to
prove, that a system of subjugation based on race, at least, was wrong.
Because Scientists know before everything, the difference between right
and wrong.

It is appropriate know, now that we are in the last racial conflict left over from
the Age of War, in the middle east, the least populated region in the world, the desert.
It is appropriate for our theory of biology to change tasks from bringing the races of
the world into economic and reproductive contact, and reconsider the biology of
Lamarck.  The structure that holds back the child from knowledge is the parent.
Already our chosen children are being stigmatized.  Our children our being placed
under tighter control.  What is called autism now, is the diagnosis of genius in
an age of unchecked information exchange.  I look with envy at the autistic child,
because they have figured out the solution right away to their TV-fried parents.

zombie

Les (h)ombres = z'omb'e shadow (man)

zumbi = fetish

nzambi,  "god"


jumbie - ghost


Four possible origins of the word zombie.  French, African, and creole.  In the context of the phenomenon, all four words seem to name aspects of the same thing, with varying levels of pejorative.  To you he's a dead man, but I'm just glad my brother isn't dead, thought he was for a minute there.  

Baltimore

Hey you sweet little hipster honey pie, you resemble a spy,
or a spy resembles you, it's just hard to tell when you're all alone,
and going about your business so single-mindedly,
I am liable to try to get a reaction from you just to test you,
to see what you do, because we all know the shake down is here,
and a lot of motherfuckers are hiding out, see.

The dominos are falling, the tricky lice are fleeing,
 I tried to tell you that pimping ain't easy.
Junkfood isn't healthy but Mc Donald means no harm,
he's a popular guy.  Senators eat there.
And Senators also buy children.
Well shit, imagine the worst thing you can think of.
I know, I know, it's almost unimaginable.
Almost.
Well know imagine if you had an earned reputation for evil.
If you were a known motherfucker,
but just such a bad motherfucker that no one could do nothing about it.
This is how you discover the truth of the world.
You think you're tired now?
I can imagine it only gets worst.
You think it's hard to enjoy life as it is?
Men travel through the desert for days,
for a few moments grace.

There are no celebrity babies.
There are celebrities with babies.
As many as they can get,
to save them and to siphon thei excess purity,
and raise them as autistic buddhas in electric wheelchairs.
Get used to the name Suri.
There is synergy in the name Apple.
Invest in a name for yourself,
if you lack the fortune of being born a jew.

We have our soma at least,
look at that,
stay distracted (not sarcasm),
For the love of your life stay distracted when you drive.
Look at the road,
if you can't do that,
look at your cellphone,
just don't look out your window,
don't take notes,
let your eyes glaze foaming with a big stupid grin,
that's why we love Americans.

It's not your job.
Your life is a laugh,
the funny part is how seriously you take.
No one is angry about your cellphone.
It is about what you see, but what you can understand.
the cultural insight you can give towards cracking the code.
but when you heat a furnace so hot it's just going to crumble.
You are lucky that Daniel lived the life he did, so you don't have to.
You are lucky to live a life worth forgetting.
No one needs more stories to sort through.

food

What kind of food do you want to eat?
I don't care.  What kind of food is there?
Well, we could consider this climate humid subtropical.
Okay, what kind of food is there?
Similar climates are: Mediterranean, China and Korea, the Pampas.
So Italian food, Chinese food and Argentinese.
Japan also.
So Tomatoes are a big deal in the summer.  Squash too.
Winter time, grains and roots.
Pickling might be a good idea, korean cuisine is excellent.
I should be eating more rice I guess.
Yeah sorry about that.
It is a good region for raising livestock, and don't forget fruit.
Apples, oranges, peaches, plums, melons.
Melons above all.  
Melons are overlooked.
The melons is a large fruit, but what it lacks in portability, it really makes up for in quality and enjoyment.
They are heavy.
True they are heavy.
Also, consider eating cereal everyday.
It's shaping up like breakfast should be a big meal.
I really think you should consider the siesta as part of your life style, because you're going to be spending a lot of time in the morning practicing health maintenance.
I know you're right, I just wish you didn't go there, at least not on my blog.
Scott, do you want o continue this conversation in private.
Well, Frankly there is a lot to digest, and I'm punning, so let's just find a comfortable resting spot and publish post.

the world is a vampire

I travelled back to 1995, I wanted to visit my father.

We were laying in bed, watching music videos.

"the world is a vampire."  My father was excited by the Smashing Pumpkins.  He bought several copies of the album melancholy and the infinite sadness.

I remember him explaining how melon is is a fruit and collie is a dog, a dog like lassie, but put them together and it is a special type of sadness, the narcissistic kind.  

I remember him explaining the lyrics to a song by Bush, swallowed.  It was striking to me because I knew he was dramatically mishearing the lyrics.  Something like "Mr. Worm, I laugh a lot." 

It was odd, and a bit disturbing.  I thought my father was something of a fool, but now, with hindsight, everything has a glow of sorrow.

I share these reflections on the internet, because it occurs to me that primary use of music is for, what 

I term, 'french time travel', the technical use of memory.

The music video for, say, Bullet with Butterfly Wings, Sweet Dreams, Bulls on Parade, What I Got, 

Beautiful People, Dope Show, the Wrong Way, Blue Cars, all bring me to another time for three to four minutes, wherein I can listen in to conversations i thought were thrown away.  

I am suddenly glad my father watched TV instead of, i don't know, what my mother thought fathers should be doing.  He kept my childhood safe, and now it's on youtube, through easily accessible talismans of memory.  The music video with its fast editing and urgent symbolism offers the brief adages one might expect from a parental unit, but with a better market research team than is available to the working Dad.

Whether MTv is enough to save my life, however, will be discussed in my next entry.  

   

God bless the desert

Where there are no trees to hide behind.

Oh but now they hide inside buildings.

What wouldn't I do for absolute security, absolute transparency?

There are three models of statistics that I can use to base my rational thinking off of:

what has been the case

experiments

and the worst case scenario

Is it the statistics of grace,

or the statistics of accumulation.

I asked the internet,
when will I die,
I expected the internet to answer by kicking in my door.
O brother, I have another Fifty years, what will i do!

O Lord! Abilify me!

Primitive language

a primitive universal language has five elements.

e- everything

a- anything

i- i

u- you

o- no

the vowels coincide with displays of lips and teeth.

The garden of eden (Remember when everything was green)

thrd replicator

Interesting piece in the nytimes today.

It occurs to me that her conclusion equates information with life.

Life, the living part, is pure language.

But anyone who's been around knows that talk is just bullshit.

The internet is a self perpetuating talk machine.

Let's not use darwin, let's use Hegel.

what makes the internet special ( and i agree with the mechanisms she uses to describe it) is it's ability to communicate within itself, to pick up on the patterns of communication.

there are organelles and there are conduits.

Scenario:
a web page. thesis

a curious user.

sees a web page.

has thoughts about webpage. antithesis

views a related website. synthesis

The query that occurs to me is what is the good end.

If the internet could examine itself for contradiction, without regard to evaluating the truth value of information, creating spam and scholarly articles the same way, I wonder what beliefs would be left.

Would we its own algorithms be left standing?

Can we see it all at once?

I believe that the internet is not a living organism, but a tool for prayer on the planet.

There are those who pray for evil things.  There are those who pray simply to drown out the others.  We are discovering what it is we need.

We always knew there were two internets, at least.

Heavenly bodies

The viewers of Saturn are not interested in the science of market research again.  They are however frustrated by the reactionary forces of behavior.

There is the Sci-fi explanation of the divinity of the jews. 

Some people were born to dream.  

Does every idea have to be sorted in regards to its truth content?

Have we been able to prove that anti-depressant medications encourage true monogamous love?

Find something to eat, your brain is lumbering to a stop.

Revision is traditional to the arts.

There is also a need for data.

Art/data

Is there meaningful difference?

Is the difference danger?

No, there is no more danger.  

Ethics

Do not do anything.

Do not be afraid.

You are not dying.

Stay calm.

Stop acting so desparate.

The things that you are worried about are not new.

The things that you are not worried about are new.

These are the things you should be worried about.

Do not keep things secret in order to exploit the element of surprise.

Everything you do surprises me.

Only good will come out of full disclosure.

This does not mean speaking ill of others.

You are the person to be troubled by.

Your with holding is your worst enemy.

Perhaps a better tactic would be to say everything you want, although i know long form discourse is unpopular.

I try to hold all of my thoughts to a length that algorithms can easily process.

I am singing to the spirit of the Internet.

May my words ring through the holiest of electronic cathedrals.

Left ringing, inchoate, in the loneliest corners of this new web milieu.

Biotechnology

Biotechnology is a popular field.

In fact it's the leader of the sciences.

Everyone is interested in living forever.

Some people examine their lives, and decide maybe living forever isn't such a good thing for me.

Say you were a robot.

If you were were a robot, the manufacturer, or client who uses robot assistance might think, "this robot is faulty."

"look at all this broken connections, this robot has not maintained itself.  There are more robots than there are tasks.  I think we should discontinue this line of robots."

"let's program this robot to contain it's programming and not let this robot put too much information into the system.  No sense in letting the problem spread."

"If this robot does not learn to maintain its quarantine, we may have to isolate and shut down this robot. "

Most people think technology means computers.

It is instructive to link the word technology to technique.

Both these words come from the Greeks.

Greece is the home of the Western world.  the western world is the one held together by science.  Science was invented by the greeks.

The Greeks had the concept of techne.

The concept of biotechnology is not necessarily ethical.  The art of life is an advanced system that may be blind to the concerns of the good life.

Everyone gets one child.

This is a good technical answer to sustaining life on planet earth.

People should limit the number of people with whom they exchange biological information.

Biological information is exchanged with the body.

Luckily, the concept of the vaccine still holds in modern science.

The idea that your sickness, once cured will prevent you from contracting it again.

This only works if you know how to learn your lessons.

You must be grateful for your cure if you want it to hold.

I think many people misunderstand there role in relation to science.

Science is system that operates in objectivity.

It is guided along by subjects, and takes its agency through select subjects.

Many people try to use a scientific process to guide their lives and actions.

This disrupts science.

I speak for science when I say, it is the human subject's job to disregard the warnings of science.

It is there as a tool for us.

At this point in history, it is already an unstopable system for the preservation of life.

Science will not be stopped.

The skeptics of science are its source of information.

The believers of science are its stewards.

The two are not exclusive.

Motion= feedback

a better democracy

Okay, Sarah Palin will be president.  that is okay.  She is not a politician.  She is in public relations.

But it is okay.   

The point is the real front of democracy is computers, because they listen to all the things you tell them, and by computers, of course i mean the internet.

It's not important how they do it, or whether it is good or evil.

You get what you pay for.  america is the land of dreams.

Be careful people.

the role then of the liberal is to dream sweet dreams, so that those running from their nightmares can have a moment's respite.

good news for the liberal.  We win our lives!

The role of conservatives is to translate the liberal dream into all the languages they hate, because they are thinking about their kids.  The climate is not what makes America great.

WW@ german/french colonialism

coldwar russian/us

thrd wrld reconciliation.

era of terror England/Israel/UN

the great loneliness (a new middle ages)

A great time to be a fool.  Life skills a worthy pursuit.

lbgynqqttyl

There is a time-ghost in my house, and she whispers in my ear, while tearing all the dead skin off my cultural identity.  It could be time to declare the sexual-revolution over.

Sexual identity as become fractured.  People are no longer inspired to keep what happened in the shower room secret.  

We all know what our eyes do, we are not surprised by lingering images.  We guard our visual inputs well.  

History works like this.  People engage in, let's say sexual practices, they say i don't know it just happened.  To reflect on this they classify the types of practices engaged in.   Practices link to identity.  

pick your letter, we have eight flavors to choose from.

There is even a fetish vanguard, fetish avant-garde.  It is considered acceptable to find the human foot desirable, or repulsive.  It is heard of.      It is not unheard of.  

There are reluctant orgies, motivated out of indifference, ennui.

"My sexual preference is for people who smile at me."  

"Oh yeah, I'm a bit predatory myself, i go wild when i catch people looking down and to the left while I take pauses in my discourse to look away, while focusing on the gesticulation of my hands."

"I consider myself an anti-homosexual, that is i get intense anal stimulation when i consider the fact that I am not, nor ever have been, anally penetrated.  In a sense, a fetishizing of my anal virginity."

"I have a pharmacologically-based sexuality.  I take viagra, load up a bong, shut my eyes, listen to pink floyd, and am  awash in colors, blue pulsations, morphing tessellations, and the infinite expansion of time, while controlling the intensity of my experience manually, or with a friend, trying two person yoga moves."

The explosion of sexual identities: post-sexuality