Saturday, 30 July 2005
Time to read Paulo Freire again!! I enjoyed Pedagogy of the Oppressed. He's sweet and clever. Very nice man.
He reminds me of an old Chinese saying:
Tell me and I forget
Show me and I remember
Involve me and I understand
It increases lucid dreaming during which one accesses a vast hidden realm of insight, imagery and knowledge, enhancing all sensory perceptions producing a feeling of well-being that continues for one or more days.
That sounds like a lot of fun!! I'm off to bed. Bye
Friday, 29 July 2005
Wednesday, 27 July 2005
Monday, 25 July 2005
The Abolition of Work
Aphorisms Against Work
Revolt Against Work
The Decline and Fall of Work
The Psychopathology of Work
Zero-Hour Day, Zero-Day Workweek
How Ethical is the Work Ethic
Product is the Excrement of Action
I'm not working enough but it feels good...
Bla bla bla, read more here or here or type into google if you have the time.
Well, loads to talk about this week. Some people asking me if we are going to plan revenge! Hahaha
No, no, no, people. PLAN, SOMETHING BAD, IN THE FUTURE, FOR SOMEONE ELSE is not our style. Even if we started to plan, which I think it's impossible we would soon give up the idea to do something GOOD, FOR OURSELVES, NOW. We would probably buy the drinks for the meeting and end up dancing and drinking till the day after, completely forgetting about revenge.
Yesterday I spent the whole afternoon selling programs in a festival in Victoria Park. Dressed in fluorescent orange, loads of little programs hanging on my neck, I walked for hours, screaming PROGRAMS, 5 POUNDS. A guy gave me a balloon filled with helium. I inhaled it and yelled programs in a very thin voice, characteristic of the gas. Very funny. Try some helium if you have the chance.
Anyway, what was I trying to say? Oh yes... I saw a very big drum, just like those ones people use for capoeira events, but very big. It could fit 30 people in it. I thought to myself: REVENGE!! Hahahaha
Imagine how funny it could be! A Trojan horse from the tropics, full of drunk and horny Brazilians, ready to blow the festival away in the name of the dead Brazilian electrician.
Nah... it was just the Argyria Nervosa doing its job...
Thursday, 21 July 2005
Wednesday, 20 July 2005
Some lives are constituted only by defense mechanisms? That list scares me a bit. It seems like it. Click on MORE.
Monday, 18 July 2005
Wednesday, 13 July 2005
Essential Jung in U.S.A.
Essential Jung in UK
"This is by far the best introduction to the work and thought of Carl Gustav Jung now available . I wish it were possible to require that every teacher and critic, cleric and cocktail-party magus who takes the name of Jung upon his tongue should have read Anthony Storr's admirable compilation at least once, for untold misunderstanding and unwarranted assumption would be saved thereby.... Once again, thanks and praise to Anthony Storr, clinical lecturer in psychiatry in the University of Oxford, for a masterly achievement."--Robertson Davies, The Globe and Mail (Toronto)
"This is the best introductory book for the serious reader. Add it to the autobiography and The Freud/Jung Letters and one has the beginning of a lifetime's serious entertainment."--J. D. O'Hara, Virginia Quarterly Review
"A lively and succinct introduction."--The Economist
"A commentary that is admirably clear and unfailingly level in its tone."--The Sunday Times
"Dr. Anthony Storr has undertaken the formidable task of selecting essential extracts from the huge outpouring of Jung. . . . He starts well with a lively and succinct introduction. . . . The book is then neatly compartmentalized into the main stages of Jung's thought."--The Economist
Not only because of the book but because of his sweet way of talking. When I'm pissed off, sick of larval humans, I play one of my R.A.W. Mp3s and everything seems fine again.
Please try it: http://pauladaunt.com/books/Robert%20Anton%20Wilson%20-%20Prometheus%20Rising.pdf
Saturday, 9 July 2005
Thursday, 7 July 2005
He would become more violent and passionate, deeper and succinct with every encounter, leaving quicker, texting me just once after one or two days, sometimes not even texting me. He would yell by my window, and in rainy days he would kick my door, or knock on it loudly, feeling somewhat between lost and found, eyes of a child and a very very thick cock.
Sunday, 3 July 2005
"As one reads history, not in the expurgated editions written for schoolboys and passmen, but in the original authorities of each time, one is absolutely sickened, not by the crimes that the wicked have committed, but the punishment that the good have inflicted: and a community is infinitely more brutalised by the habitual employment of punishment than it is by the occasional occurrence of crime"
"Seriousness is the only refuge of the shallow"
Nice one, Oscar.
Saturday, 2 July 2005