The Map Is Not The Territory

Techniques of Consciousness Change - taken from - Robert Anton Wilson explains everything

2011-12-29T13:06:00.001Z

Merry Xmas!!!

2011-12-25T12:32:00.000Z

Actress Windowlickin'

2011-12-02T17:50:00.001Z

http://www.last.fm/music/Actress

Pepper licking c**t

2011-12-02T17:49:00.000Z

Visual Argument in favour of remixes and bootlegs

2011-12-02T17:46:00.003Z

For thos of you familiar with Aphex Twin's Windowlicker cover, this will come as a shock. The horrible original picture...

It's all bloddy dysfunctional anyway, so let's make it more fun for ourselves while we wait for some mental breakthrough

2011-01-19T13:52:00.019Z

Sip of coffee, click, click, sip of coffee. I gave up thinking some of my procrastination time as real procrastination. I love art, and pretty pictures, and landscapes, and design. This is all so great! This is life. This is how I want to live mine. From time to time I open my image bookmarking sites like http://piccsy.com/, http://weheartit.com/, http://ffffound.com/ or http://www.tumblr.com/ and spend some time taking in the Zeitgeist, savouring the colours, shapes and great ideas, trying to escape this focking sea of skinny women.

The main thing is, huge part of the people that bookmark girls, 100 in a row, is composed by… women! What’s up girls? Cool! Yeah, girls are pretty too, I agree, but where are the men? I don’t get it! And I want answers! Why do you collaborate? Why don’t you post some men too?

I get sick of it and decide to grab a bite at the supermarket, where I’m once again bombarded by the female image. Almost ALL magazines have females on their covers. The very few ones with males on their covers are mostly talking about the male brain, or some sort of male accomplishment. Girls… girls don’t need accomplishments! They look good, innit? Says you.

Here are my questions. Do you think the female body is so amazingly prettier to justify this imbalance? My opinion is: no. The male body is, for me, prettier, and much much more so. It is strong, agile, square, daring, yang, super nice. Women are pretty too, but most of the time they remind me of stages of life and their functionality. The female body is kinda round, a bit wobblier, and it definitely looks better when wrapped in clothes. As I said, it is functional. That’s my personal, subjective view and I don’t really want to convince you of anything at this stage. If the female and male bodies cause you to feel differently, go for it.

Another question: ok, ok, I hear you saying, “oh, this is all about sex. Sex sells”. Right. So, if this is all about sex, I find myself once again short of stimulation. You want me to buy something, so you trigger the sex thing in my brain. No you don’t. C’mon, girls. I know some of you like men. If sex sells then we should be treated as valid consumers (sic). It seems marketing people are only targeting men!

Ah! I hear a few of you answering my next question before I even write it! Nice one. This is really interactive. I like it. Yes, they make us compete with these female images, roughly speaking. Ok. Who are they, by the way? Hmm… Let’s not get into the details of each and every aspect of this complex issue ‘cos every sentence here could branch out into a whole new post of its own. What we could do is realise there is some manipulation going on, of course, but there is also a little bit of communication between our desires and impulses and the marketing people’s plans. If we are aware of how things are being used, we could present them with a new face of desire. We could make this century truly the century of women, for women, but without the stress of having to fit in some stupid skinny mould that doesn’t come any close to what real men want.

So yeah, the plan is, to slowly shift the stereotype of female consumer, from a jealous, competitive, neurotic, superficial bitch, to a cultured, well informed sex bomb (or not) demanding to be catered for in a way that aids sexual expression/satisfaction. All that assuming voyeurism brings satisfaction. Sometimes it does.

When this slow process reaches our desired peak state, we will have all types of men on magazines, posters, all around the internet, in all sorts of poses. Builders, teachers, personal trainers, chefs, mostly young and fresh (hmmmmmmm). Men will have to work their arses off/out at the gym and fill their shelves with the latest technology in creams and peelers while we, women, walk around making noises and stimulating our creative/sexual centres. We would hysterically invent new things, spend our evenings making music together, without competition, talking about this young boy that just moved in 2 floors below, just for fun, ‘cos we all have our own well built hubbies, but they are out. Shopping.

What do you reckon, girls? More men everywhere?

I'm a wanker

2010-09-22T16:41:00.005+01:00

I love wanking. It’s great. I like doing it, alone or with my boyfriend, I like talking about it, and I like reading about it. I should have been setting off to my local gym so, obviously, unconsciously, I got lost in the internet maze. Random links took me to this man’s post recommending this book, The Hite Report: A National Study of Female Sexuality. Man, what a blast! haha. I would have never imagined such realities existed! I read quotes from women saying all sorts of things, from “I don’t masturbate cos I feel bad about it” to “If I don’t reach an orgasm when I have sex with my man I get really angry”. Strange. Very interesting book thou.

I came to realise I’m a very uncomplicated being. I like bad sex, fast sex, sex without orgasm, slow and romantic sex, very bad sex, very good sex, no sex + wanking… I think there’s always hope and new beginnings. If you don’t come today, you can always come tomorrow. I should be grateful I have a functioning body and a partner to make it with, and if I didn’t have a partner, but still a functioning body, I’d be more than glad to keep on wanking.

We’re taught sexual intercourse with a man is the “proper thing” and the “proper way” to get orgasms, but, is it really? I put those statements on the same box I put beliefs. Actually, they focking ARE beliefs! You believe you have to come every time or you’re a failure, you believe you have to freaking love penetration, you believe masturbation is dirty, you believe you have to be like this or like that, and then, bang! You end up being the weirdo in a book about sexuality.

I think women are now stuck on this pretty slimy stage of our civilization’s development. As mentioned in the book, before the institutionalization of intercourse as the basic form of sexual pleasure, we used to live in clans where the whole family would care for children, “the mother did not particularly “own the child”, and there was no concept of “father” at all. In fact, the male role in reproduction was not understood for quite a long time, and intercourse and male orgasm were not connected with pregnancy which of course only became apparent many months later. But with changeover to a patrilineal or patriarchal society, it becomes necessary for the man to control the sexuality of the woman.”

And then all the mess began. Dudes want to be sure the kid is theirs, and because of that, amongst other reasons, they marry a virgin, keep her locked up and do everything they can to decrease her erotic impulses with tactics varying from cutting her clit to making her think that sex is the same thing as love. I’m damn well brainwashed with that one, I must say. They did a good job on me. My libido is freaking high but I do “feel” love and sex go hand in hand. I’m glad the brainwashing went only that far in my case, cos judging by the reports on that book, the mental chastity belt is well ingrained in women’s brains today. Poor little things, by-products of political and religious manoeuvres.

So, “intercourse has been institutionalized in our culture as the only permissible form of sexual activity” and here we are, year 2010, trying hard to convince our little minds that forms of sexuality other than intercourse are not abnormal and unhealthy so we can have a little wank, while animals enjoy the full spectrum of physical contact without having their mental health questioned.

And then Freud comes, saying “If you don’t have orgasms during intercourse, you’re hung up.” I would like to send Freud to hell if he’s not already there. A man has to have an orgasm during sexual intercourse for obvious reasons, but a woman? Hmmm… Most of us women don’t really reach orgasm through penetration, simply cos having an orgasm while shagging won’t particularly aid procreation. Most of us like rubbing things on our clits, and if you have to do it to reach orgasm, I would say DO IT! Our sexuality is not that connected to procreation, if you ever thought so. Women sometimes feel even hornier when they are NOT on their fertile period. Our little sexual parts are there for fun too, and it’s time to disconnect them from everything: men, procreation, relationships, sexual intercourse… Yes! Let’s allow our clits to flow through space like horny little blueberries!

I’d like to start a campaign for waking at this very moment, and I really hope you join me on this one. It’s a campaign for waking anytime, anywhere, with company or not. Let’s wank on our lunch breaks, let’s wank with our partners, having sexual intercourse or not, let’s wank before bed, first thing in the morning, let’s wank!

Debbie Lloyd’s Rough Guide to Berlin

2010-08-17T16:17:00.005+01:00

I get off the taxi half way between drunk and tipsy. I had only 10 Euro but the driver brought me home from a club 15 Euro away from my place. I didn’t even have to ask twice. In London, the driver would probably close the window on my nose or laugh. Nevermind.

The Germans tend to have the charming talent of ignoring differences. You can talk about amputation while wanking in the name of Jesus in the back seat and still, they will look like they are 10 miles away, unconcerned. Hell no, I was just wobbling about.

They allow me to see whatever I want to see, like there was no objective reality. I’m having a ball with my senses. I suitably don’t understand anything. There’s no fresher feeling than walking around in a foreign country, isolated from the signals by your lack of knowledge of the local language, startled by every new system, guided by intuition, fuelled by organic sausages.

Everything here is so casual and chilled. If I accidently go to work with coffee stains on my shirt, they don’t even notice it. This city brings out your inner self, whether you want it or not. You might end up in a dungeon, all dressed in leather, left hand on a tranny, right hand on a bear, and that’s ok.

There’s nobody here, unless it’s Friday or Saturday night. Then there’s a crowd. Where do they hide during the day? It’s like a holiday camp. I can walk on a straight line, forever, and then start walking in zig-zags, for miles, and I still won’t bump into people.

That would allow the daring ones to have sex in public places, like clubs and empty squares. Yes. Welcome to Debbie Lloyd’s Rough Guide to Berlin.

blub

2009-12-22T23:49:00.001Z

KinoVida

2009-11-02T14:44:00.000Z

Full Circle and Back

2009-10-19T13:55:00.001+01:00

Again, on time, by braisturbator + McKenna

It was McKenna who started this off, and I feel obligated to let him have the last word. “Time must be well used: this is a basis for a possible theory of ethics.” I’ve always been pretty fond of that one, mostly since it resonates with my own War on Sleep and the obsessions that make my dreams feel like a surrealist extension to my regular workday. (This is not “unhealthy” and I am not complaining.) For the big finish, though, I’d like to share one of the best riffs McKenna ever gave about time, during the course of an interview with Boing Boing Magazine:

So this process of complexification is going on in nature. When you look at it you realize that it happened faster and faster. It took a long time for there to be life, or just for planets to form, and stars to settle down. Then once you get life, you get a very rapid proliferation of form, and by rapid I mean in scales of hundreds of millions of years, and then you get higher animals. After that you get animals like ourselves, and you get language, and culture, and writing, and electronic media. Each of these steps occurs more and more quickly, leading to the conclusion that human history and the presence of tool making, poetry making, and thinking creatures on this planet have something to do with being caught, or you might otherwise say, fortunately positioned very close to a kind of anomaly that is haunting space and time. You can think of it as a collision with a hyper dimensional black hole.

We and our universe and everything in it are being sucked closer and closer into the presence of something which seems to be made out of pure idea. It’s very hard to English, but it explains basically what’s going on on this planet - why it is that 50,000 years ago, shit-hurling monkeys decided to set off on the long march toward the space shuttle, and an integrated global economy, and toxic pollution, and the whole ball of wax? A process of some sort unique in nature was unleashed 25-50,000 years ago. From that point on there was a tremendous push into symbolic expression and the cultural consequence of symbolic expression which is technology. And now, we’ve run the nut right off the end of the bolt, and the planet’s finite limits are being reached. But the process shows no sign of slowing down. So rather than see it as some apocalypse or some terrible flaw of human fate run amok, I see it as a natural phenomenon. Human history is not our fault.

The world is getting weirder and weirder by leaps and bounds. It’s moving faster and faster. It’s very science fiction. You have potentially human life-extinguishing epidemic diseases, at the same time that you have whispers of cold fusion and journeys to the stars. Meanwhile people are meeting little rubbery beings in their bedrooms in the middle of the night, and having rectal examinations. All this crazy shit is going on which is called the melt-down of Western civilization at the end of the second millennium. Then if you toss psychedelic drugs into the mix, shamanic plants and this sort of thing, and make journeys out into the architectonic superspace of the culture, you quickly realize the cosmic egg is cracking.

Via http://www.brainsturbator.com/articles/the_quest_for_the_elusive_chronon/#continue

Ask a Bald Scottish Lunatic

2009-10-19T13:38:00.003+01:00

"...and they explained to me what time is all about: the Universe we live in is designed to grow larvae, right? They explained to me that, beyond space and time, we have our actual selves. These things that we’re experiencing right now are sections through time. Everyone in here is a section through time, but in actual fact, you’re not experiencing your real body.

What is your real body? Your real body is a process, it starts when you’re born and it moves forward until you die. That is you, seen from outside...you look like a giant centipede. Think of “ourselves” as processes through time, that’s what we actually are. We all know we were 12, but where is that? Point to it. Show me!

So these things said to me, “This is whats going on. We use time to grow larvae, because outside of space and time, you can’t grow anything. It’s timeless. If you want to make one of these higher dimensional beings—which is actually one of us, already—is you grow it in time. So, you make a Universe.”

And how you make a Universe is that you plug a little bit of yourself into the information world that they live in—which is what I seemed to be experiencing, a sea of pure information."

From Grant Morrison’s classic genius freak-out at the 2000 DisInfo Convention

Via http://www.brainsturbator.com/articles/the_quest_for_the_elusive_chronon/#continue

Arctic seas turn to acid

2009-10-04T04:45:00.003+01:00

Robin McKie, science editor
The Observer, Sunday 4 October 2009

With the world's oceans absorbing six million tonnes of carbon a day, a leading oceanographer warns of eco disaster. Carbon-dioxide emissions are turning the waters of the Arctic Ocean into acid at an unprecedented rate, scientists have discovered. Research carried out in the archipelago of Svalbard has shown in many regions around the north pole seawater is likely to reach corrosive levels within 10 years. The water will then start to dissolve the shells of mussels and other shellfish and cause major disruption to the food chain. By the end of the century, the entire Arctic Ocean will be corrosively acidic.

"This is extremely worrying," Professor Jean-Pierre Gattuso, of France's Centre National de la Recherche Scientifique, told an international oceanography conference last week. "We knew that the seas were getting more acidic and this would disrupt the ability of shellfish – like mussels – to grow their shells. But now we realise the situation is much worse. The water will become so acidic it will actually dissolve the shells of living shellfish."

http://www.guardian.co.uk/world/2009/oct/04/arctic-seas-turn-to-acid

In the Nature of Things

2009-09-13T04:09:00.000+01:00

Terrorist subtitles

2009-09-01T11:17:00.000+01:00

Actual children’s answers to the question “what is love?”

2009-08-16T08:40:00.002+01:00

“When someone loves you, the way they say your name is different. You just know that your name is safe in their mouth.” - Billy, age 4

“Love is when a girl puts on perfume and a boy puts on shaving cologne and they go out and smell each other.” - Karl, age 5

“Love is when you go out to eat and give somebody most of your French fries without making them give you any of theirs.” - Chrissy, age 6

“Love is what makes you smile when you’re tired.” - Terri, age 4

“Love is when my mommy makes coffee for my daddy and she takes a sip before giving it to him, to make sure the taste is OK.” - Danny, age 7

“Love is when you kiss all the time. Then when you get tired of kissing, you still want to be together and you talk more. My Mommy and Daddy are like that. They look gross when they kiss.” - Emily, age 8

“Love is what’s in the room with you at Christmas if you stop opening presents and listen.” - Bobby, age 7

“If you want to learn to love better, you should start with a friend who you hate,” - Nikka, age 6

“Love is when you tell a guy you like his shirt, then he wears it everyday.” - Noelle, age 7

“Love is like a little old woman and a little old man who are still friends even after they know each other so well.” - Tommy, age 6

“During my piano recital, I was on a stage and I was scared. I looked at all the people watching me and saw my daddy waving and smiling. He was the only one doing that. I wasn’t scared anymore.” - Cindy, age 8

“My mommy loves me more than anybody. You don’t see anyone else kissing me to sleep at night.” - Clare, age 6

“Love is when Mommy gives Daddy the best piece of chicken.” - Elaine, age 5

“Love is when Mommy sees Daddy smelly and sweaty and still says he is handsomer than Brad Pitt.” - Chris, age 7

“Love is when your puppy licks your face even after you left him alone all day.” - Mary Ann, age 4

“I know my older sister loves me because she gives me all her old clothes and has to go out and buy new ones.” - Lauren, age 4

“When my grandmother got arthritis, she couldn’t bend over and paint her toenails anymore. So my grandfather does it for her all the time, even when his hands got arthritis too. That’s love.” - Rebecca, age 8

“When you love somebody, your eyelashes go up and down and little stars come out of you.” - Karen, age 7

“You really shouldn’t say ‘I love you’ unless you mean it. But if you mean it, you should say it a lot. People forget.” - Jessica, age 8

Middle Kingdom

2009-08-08T08:55:00.004+01:00

Chinese don’t understand the concept of privacy, and I like it very much. The Chinese guy travelling beside me on the way to Beijing stares at the form I’m filling with the details of where I’m staying. “Wushu! Wushu!” He repeats loudly, nodding and smiling at me. He knows I’m going to a martial arts academy, and that’s kind of cool to the Chinese. 35˚ in Beijing, off we go to eat meat on a stick. It tastes great! The streets are very messy, dirty, colourful and poor looking, very much like some suburbs in Brazil. One of the streets was being redeveloped but we could walk around the building site just like the workers, the health and safety nightmare. Coming from England, you can imagine my euphoric happiness and the satisfaction I felt jumping on pipes and kicking bits of concrete in the middle of the street. Yes! Freedom! I can break my bones in peace now!

I feel at home, and they keep smiling at me. A family with 2 cute little Chinese girls with flags in their hands stop and ask (I guess) if they can take a picture with me. I’m loving it. I wish I could squeeze their cheeks but they take a picture and bounce away, giggling and waving their random flags in the hot air of Beijing. They all seem so happy! ☺

But I’m pretty disappointed. I was expecting little Chinese dressed in proper Chinese clothes and those triangular hats, planting rice everywhere, even on the squares and gardens, but NO! They dress like motherfucking westerners! Just like us! And they want to sell us everything, and they have huge supermarkets, three, four-storey full of herbs, pills and acupuncture. At least that fits in my stereotype box.

The next day we’re off to the village where we are going to live for the next 5 months. Everything looks simple, very poor, yet people seem quite content. I wash my clothes in buckets, eat with chopsticks and shit in holes on the ground. Little kids stumble around with their little pants open in the back. No nappies, they just squat and do it. Chinese farmers drive around in their little truck motorbikes, the truckcycles, carrying their harvest, bits and pieces, and lots, lots of sweet watermelons.

Training is great but I feel this horrible pain down my back and it’s been there for 2 weeks now, so Sifu takes me to village hospital for some real acupuncture. The hospital is as you would expect: simple, full of Chinese with no sense of privacy, many of them being treated in the same room with no sign of shyness or discomfort. They don’t seem to be aware of their individuality, and I quite like that, in a weird way. Sifu introduces me to the doctor, who seems to be an old friend of his, just like everyone else in the village, really. Doctor opens a metal box, takes a few needles, wipe them with cotton buds dipped in alcohol and without hesitation, sticks them needles 2 inches in. Ouch. Can’t describe how it is to feel all the nerves and channels connecting the points where he stuck them needles in. Never felt anything like that. That’s real acupuncture, not that wussy thing I had all my life. I feel the needle he stuck near my thumb in the back of my hand almost appearing in the palm of my hand. Do you get me? Yeah! He stuck it through my hand! He spins and turns the needles inside me, leave them for a few minutes, takes them out, and that’s it: I’m cured. That ended up being a little sample of what China is doing to me, a little illustration of what awaits me in this journey. Pain and cure. Miscommunication and connection.

Anti-desertification Architecture

2009-07-24T11:53:00.006+01:00

For an ambitious landscape design project, Magnus Larsson, a student at the Architectural Association in London, has proposed a 6,000km-long wall of artificially solidified sandstone architecture that would span the Sahara Desert, east to west, offering a combination of refugee housing and a "green wall" against the future spread of the desert.

Larsson's project deservedly won first prize last fall at the Holcim Foundation's Awards for Sustainable Construction held in Marrakech, Morocco.
One of the most interesting aspects of the project, I think, is that this solidified dunescape is created through a particularly novel form of "sustainable construction" – that is, through a kind of infection of the earth.
In other words, Larsson has proposed using bacillus pasteurii, a "microorganism, readily available in marshes and wetlands, [that] solidifies loose sand into sandstone," he explains.

Read more on http://bldgblog.blogspot.com/

Filling the gaps

2009-06-23T18:31:00.005+01:00

So the purple man left, and off I went in the search of this new reality. Uniting my jobless state to my newly found youth, I found myself soon after teaching school dropouts. Yes, me.

The report from the previous teacher said the most horrid things about Luke, my new pupil, and a few interesting ones like “he always does headstands and won’t stay still”. I quite like the idea of learning how to do headstands so I packed my lunch, filled my bag with papers and coloured pencils and left to the centre, looking forward to get upside down.

We clicked immediately. I could not see the person described on the report on that kid. Off we went to the park to exchange ideas on martial arts and acrobatics. The first thing he mentions when teaching me acrobatics is that the only thing to fear is the fear itself and yourself. Haha. From then on it was all uphill.

There is something about the way all the kids at the centre talk to me that make me believe even more that purple man. We connect, and that puts me right at the centre of the storm. I can see from where I stand that their most serious problems are their teachers and their schools, no doubt. It’s hilarious.

We tell jokes and laugh out loud until one of the very problematic female tutors screams some random abuse, telling them to be quiet (??) and sit facing her chosen side of the wall. I don’t get involved. Them females think I’m mad. Who cares? I orgasm! Woohoo. Hahaaaa.

It’s sad yet fascinating to be present at the very moment society fucks up their lives. It’s quite entertaining to apply them tutor’s little stupid diagnosis to their own fucking selves. Your arse is dyslexic, you’re a serious case of OCD with a pinch of disillusioned paranoia and you bum DOES look big in that!

I can’t tell any further for legal and moral (hahaha) reasons. All I can say is that this is quite a fulfilling job, England is a massively dysfunctional country, TV is rubbish, Tesco sucks, you’re fat and not that funny and women should all wank until they come so they stop throwing their shit on innocent kids. Word.

Dubstep

2009-06-17T18:06:00.001+01:00

No more beers

2009-06-17T14:29:00.006+01:00

You know beer is really bad for you? Scientists discovered it contains oestrogens, which make you talk shit and do silly things.

Yeah, what’s up with women? It’s so hard to work with them. Maybe it’s just me, maybe the women I know, but I find men particularly uncomplicated, and women specially tormenting.

We were, the 4 of us women, organizing this fairly big party where I live so I spent most of my time in the last couple of months having to cut through a curtain of emotions to get to the point. Very tiring.

Every object needed at the bar was like a death row wish, every customer an ordeal, every second an hour of misery.

A simple thing like looking for a pair of scissors becomes a huge undelayable mission. So I have this blond female sweating, shaking in front of me asking for a pair of scissors so she could hang some stupid flags. What do I do? Laugh, obviously. A man comes in, hears the emotional appeal and strolls to the next house, coming back with scissors in a few seconds. Nice.

It happened throughout the party, throughout my life, but it could be just a conurbation of coincidences. Maybe.

Later on I had to present the issue of no drum kit to all the bands, and the guys smiled at me saying they would try and sort it out, while the girls band spent hours screaming and running around like nuttas, cursing the late drummer bringing the drum kit, demanding we set them up in a different floor, just cos they like it. Haha. Madness. The MEN brought the drum kit later on and blew everyone’s minds with their magik music while the girls disappeared after blagging money from the till. So shit. Is it just another coincidence? Maybe I don’t notice men’s problems, or maybe I like them…

It’s funny how the limbic system takes over the whole of the female brain if we have any emotional issue to be sorted. I hate it in my own brain. I trust women to be clever, ingenious and all things good, if only we could rewire our brains into something more efficient. We must realise it ourselves in order to have some equality. We're not ready yet. I feel for men, really. I’m gonna campaign for them. Enough is enough.

http://womenfortherightsofmen.wordpress.com/

Playing with the wind

2009-05-30T19:45:00.011+01:00

It happened on a full moon. These new state fell on me like a summer rain and impregnated my being despite years and years of serious active conditioning. I was, yes, working for Microsoft, but I did not feel like talking about Apple. Whilst promoting Xbox games I did not mention how great Wii was. Weird. They smiled at me and after a long speech thanking me for all my hard work in these 3 years together they promised me lots of things. Yes, my own console, my own bloody games, my own medals, my own little crew to boss around. I smiled back and thanked them, soon focusing all my attention on the cat playing with a piece of string. I’m not from this world, and now I’m not even subversive anymore. Time to go.

From one hotel to another, from a beautiful view to a picturesque little town, band gigging in the whole of the country, promoted, recommended, tagged, pointed at, life went on like a dream while I stared at ladybugs. It’s been always quite dreamy, but that night at the festival the whole thing went out of control.

My boss: Debbie, I need to speak to you.

Debbie: Me too. Wicked.

My boss: I really like having you here, you know.

Debbie: I’m sorry. I quit.

Leaving a flabbergasted boss behind, I walked slowly but surely towards the green fields, feeling my whole body expand and contract with my breathing, shivers up my spine. I swear I could hear the grass giggle. The breeze felt so good I could not stop walking against it, dancing with it, and the sky was just the way you’re imagining it now. How I love the twilight.

My dance with the breeze took me pass the green fields into the woods where I finally sat down on a stone looking outwards into the festival, happy to be. I could see the flashing lights in the distance and what to me looked like my bosses with their hands on their heads, puzzled, but that bit was probably just my imagination.

Speaking of the devil... Right before my eyes, a purple little being with greenish brown clothes and a funny squeaky voice emerged from a pile of hay, singing, and stared at me as if he knew what I was thinking. I told him I knew he didn’t know what I was thinking, particularly cos I wasn’t thinking about anything. You know if you’re an only child you’ll have the tendency to think people know what you’re thinking but that goes with time. I don’t think people can read my thoughts anymore. Only serious Yogis can catch our thoughts and that little purple being didn’t strike me a serious Yogi. Nothing against purple beings, let me clarify.

He stopped singing (thank fuck) and sat by my side, slightly freaking me out. His skin was rough yet shinny. Really weird. He said he came to congratulate me for what I’ve done, and to welcome me back. Welcome me back?? Back to??

He looked surprised, and asked me if I had not noticed the changes in my life. I told him everything was getting lighter, softer, easier, but that was just the result of my lifestyle. I told him I didn’t feel like subverting things anymore and that was weird, but maybe it was just me getting older. He shook his head in disappointment and fell silent for a while. I kind of lost my patience and felt like shaking him into speaking again, but his skin put me off and I just gave him my Tomb Rider kind of look. Than he spoke:

“I’m not an epiphany Debbie. I’m just a child being who’s happy to welcome you back. I welcome you back into your life. I’m glad to announce you’re officially “growing younger”, skipping will be your new walking, singing and dancing will be your elixir once again, and you should leave this place and play with the wind.”

And so I did.

I Met The Walrus

2009-04-15T02:03:00.001+01:00

Religulous

2009-04-05T12:05:00.001+01:00

http://www.supernovatube.com/play.php?viewkey=2bf4699ca1c062980545

Summit

2009-04-03T23:45:00.002+01:00

http://www.boston.com/bigpicture/2009/04/protests_at_the_g20_summit.html

Bruno

2009-04-03T12:36:00.001+01:00

http://thevibe.socialvibe.com/index.php/2009/04/02/the-bruno-movie-trailer-is-finally-here/

The Primacy of Consciousness

2009-03-29T23:02:00.001+01:00

http://www.peterrussell.com/index2.php

FDA Approves Depressant Drug For The Annoyingly Cheerful

2009-03-18T18:21:00.001Z

Found on Malung TV News

Smashing Telly

2009-03-05T18:10:00.002Z

"Smashing Telly is a hand edited collection of the best free, instantly available TV on the web. Not 30 second clips (now with added clips, good ones) of a dog on a skateboard, or the millionth person to mime the Numa song, but classic clips and full length programs, with a focus on documentaries and non fiction. Smashing Television, not Gimmick Television.
Each entry is like a postcard, a short piece of text which describes a moving picture."
David
http://smashingtelly.com/

As Slow As Possible

2009-03-04T00:38:00.004Z

Organ²/ASLSP (As SLow aS Possible) is a musical piece composed by John Cage and is the subject of the slowest and longest-lasting musical performance yet undertaken. It was originally written in 1987 for organ and is adapted from the earlier work ASLSP 1985; a typical performance of the piano piece lasts for about 20 to 70 minutes.[1] In 1985, Cage opted to omit the detail of "exactly how slow the piece should be played". The current organ performance of the piece at St. Burchardi church in Halberstadt, Germany, began in 2001 and is scheduled to have a duration of 639 years, ending in 2640.

The score consists of eight pages, the tempo of which has been stretched to fit the wanted duration of 639 years.
The piece was commissioned by The Friends of the Maryland Summer Institute for the Creative and Performing Arts as a contemporary requirement for a piano competition. Cage employed an open format mainly to ensure that no two performances would be the same, providing the judges a break from the monotony of most competitions.

Full Wikipedia entry

It all ends on the 27th Century

Theremin

2009-02-27T12:19:00.001Z

Hang Drums

2009-02-25T15:53:00.000Z

Awakening for life

2009-02-24T23:36:00.003Z

One waits until one can’t put any food on the freezer to defrost it. One waits until one’s girlfriend completely drives one crazy to set one’s life free, or not. One spends one’s life trying to prove one’s thoughts right until one notices proving and thinking are sometimes opposites and a whole life’s gone. One get morbidly fat, one get stupidly slow, one reads all types of news everyday until its muscles can’t function anymore, crippled with fear, until it realizes one is better off reading some books sometimes. Dead.

I found myself in a similar situation. I waited years to download the fantastic soundtrack of one of my favourite films. I don’t understand why. Really don’t. Did it today. If in a 2012 extravaganza, I had to transform myself into a music style, I’m pretty sure I would be tango.

Listen to Waking Life’s soundtrack

Light Graffiti created with torches and a camera

2009-02-21T20:42:00.007Z

By Daily Mail online: An artist has swapped paintbrushes for torches to create a range of stunning works which are created entirely with the use of light. Welsh artist Michael Bosanko creates the amazing light graffiti effect using only five coloured torches and by leaving his digital Canon camera on a long exposure. The 39-year-old has spent the past five years perfecting his art which is created in a similar way to how people write their names with sparklers on Bonfire Night.

Based in Cardiff, he draws most of his light art either in the empty urban night spaces of cities like Newport and his home town, or in the more desolate landscapes of the Brecon Beacons hills. 'I use my torches like an artist would use a paint brush,' says Michael 'I employ an exposure that lasts from ten seconds to one hour and then try to let my art manage to create what I had imagined. 'What I feel I am trying to convey is a sense of an aesthetically pleasing shape that clearly does not belong in that particular place or area.'

See it all

Found on www.socialvibe.com

Khoda by Reza Dolatabadi

2009-02-21T20:21:00.004Z

The 5 minute film below, Khoda, was created by graduate film student Reza Dolatabadi. Although it appears to be a digital animation, it is much, much more than that. The video is composed of 6,000 individual paintings shown at a rate of 20 per second. SIX THOUSAND INDIVIDUAL PAINTINGS that Reza had to paint! Not surprisingly, the film took over two years to complete. Also unsurprising are the amount of impressive awards it has picked up so far. See the list at Found at Vimeo.

Found on www.socialvibe.com

Khoda from Reza Dolatabadi on Vimeo.

$20 can give a person clean, safe drinking water for 20 years.

2009-02-18T19:43:00.007Z

Unsafe water and lack of basic sanitation cause 80% of all sickness and disease, and kill more people every year than all forms of violence, including war. Many people in the developing world, usually women and children, walk more than three hours every day to fetch water that is likely to make them sick. Those hours are crucial, preventing many from working or attending school. Additionally, collecting water puts them at greater risk of sexual harassment and assault. Children are especially vulnerable to the consequences of unsafe water. Of the 42,000 deaths that occur every week from unsafe water and a lack of basic sanitation, 90% are children under 5 years old.

HOW WE WORK

Drilling a well can cost from $4,000 - $ 12,000 and many living on less than $1 a day can not afford one in their community, even if the money is combined. With the help of exemplary organizations on the ground, we can drill wells and provide people with this basic, essential need. charity: water partners with local organizations in each country where we work, choosing the partners based on expertise and the ability to impact real, sustainable change in the communities they benefit. For more information on how we select our partners, and who we work with, click here.

BUILDING WELLS

The local community is engaged in the well building process, carrying out small tasks for free to reduce labor costs. This also encourages community participation and ensures community ownership after the project is complete. When the well is built, a water committee is formed. It generally consists of 6-8 people, half of them female. In the case of hospitals, the committee will generally consist of nurses and hospital staff. In schools, the committee would likely be comprised of teachers. Since charity: was founded and began activity in August 2006, we have funded the construction of more than 1,247 wells that, when completed, will provide clean drinking water to 650,000 people. We're just getting started.

YOU CAN HELP

OUR PLANET IS 70% WATER.97.5% OF THAT IS SALTWATER.
THIS MEANS ONLY 2.5% IS AVAILABLE FOR THE 6 BILLION PEOPLE ON THE PLANET TODAY.

Baby-faced boy Alfie Patten is father at 13

2009-02-13T23:41:00.002Z

According to his father, Alfie Patten is just your average 13 year old boy who enjoys computer games, boxing and Manchester United. At his age the last thing he anticipated experiencing was fatherhood, but that's exactly what he's dealing with.

His 15 year old girlfriend Chantelle gave birth four days ago to a baby girl, Maisie. The infant was a result of one night of unprotected sex, that happened while Alfie, who is a mere 4 ft tall, was only 12 years old. The teenager became suspicious of stomach pains and paid a visit to her doctor, who suggested she take a pregnancy test. Upon receiving a positive result, Chantelle's initial reaction was something along the lines of "my parents are going to kill me."
Though both teenagers seem to be optimistic about their abilities as parents, both are obviously clueless as to the responsibility of a tiny baby. When asked what he would do financially, Alfie responded, "What's financially?"

He continues, "“I didn’t think about how we would afford it. I don’t really get pocket money. My dad sometimes gives me £10.....I didn’t know what it would be like to be a dad. I will be good, though, and care for it.”

Read more on... yeah... guess where? Yes. The Sun

Tamba Trio

2009-02-12T00:04:00.003Z

I've been meaning to write this post about my last trip to Brazil and add some music to it and everything but every time I start listening to some brazilian music in order to choose the one to post, I end up having a little party here and forget to write the stories.

Here's one of the bands that stopped me from telling you all. Tamba Trio, a bossa nova jazzy cool little old band from Brazil :)

Tamba Trio - Avanco

Minds like water

2009-02-09T00:36:00.008Z

What a singular thing it is to have a mind like water. Winter comes and it all gets cold, summer comes and it turns to clouds, four seasons in one day, what a singular thing. This morning it felt like candy floss, with thoughts of you intertwined to it, awkwardly, then it melted into a pink fluffy dough of love, condensing into despair, cut into suspicions to later on be shaped just the way we like: nothingness. And I nearly forgot about the mind itself. So curious a thing. I watched it. How can it be like water? What a weird thing this singular thing sometimes is.

I can’t use the verb to be the same way you do, not because I read Korzybski, but because my mind is like water. I am, now or ever, I was, I will be or won’t, I’m not sure. Is you mind like water? I sometimes think it is, but then a 2 minute spring rain washes this very thought away and I’m back to winter. I’m sorry I forget.

It’s good when two minds like water meet, sometimes each in a different state, mine liquid, yours solid, frozen, and we watch them exchanging heat till they merge, till they swap places, what an irony. Now we know we have minds like water, and that’s mostly because they met, cos water won’t watch itself, won’t turn itself from a stream into the sea fully aware of it, cos it flows and changes, cos it absorbs the world, cos it’s a big job to be water.

Tsunami, it all comes down like a deadly storm, I cry, and then a rainbow with 7.000 shades. I smile. It’s a big job to be water.

It’s hard to have minds like water, but we’re blessed cos we’ll have to be painfully honest, scrutiatingly aware and we’ll go that extra mile in life, towards the sea, always changing, strong and gentle.

Picture by Schrollum

Lux Interior dies at 60

2009-02-06T02:22:00.002Z

By August Brown
9:39 PM PST, February 4, 2009
Lux Interior, the singer, songwriter and founding member of the pioneering New York City horror-punk band the Cramps, died Wednesday. He was 60. Interior, whose real name was Erick Lee Purkhiser, died at Glendale Memorial Hospital of a heart condition, according to a statement from his publicist.

With his wife, guitarist "Poison" Ivy Rorschach, Interior formed the Cramps in 1976, pairing lyrics that expressed their love of B-movie camp with ferocious rockabilly and surf-inspired instrumentation.

The band became a staple of the late '70s Manhattan punk scene emerging from clubs such as Max's Kansas City and CBGB, and was one of the first acts to realize the potential of punk rock as theater and spectacle.

Often dressed in macabre, gender-bending costumes onstage, Interior evoked a lanky, proto-goth Elvis Presley, and his band quickly became notorious for volatile and decadent live performances.

The Cramps recorded early singles at Sun Records with producer Alex Chilton of the band Big Star and had their first critical breakthrough on their debut EP "Gravest Hits."

Read it all on LA Times

Download my favourite Cramps' song: Bikini Girls with Machine Guns

Mat made of moss stays alive with the help of bath water

2009-02-03T12:43:00.001Z

A new bathmat made of moss is kept alive by the water that drips from your body as you dry.

The mat contains a total of 70 pieces of ball, island and forest moss measuring 2.4in (6cm) each in diameter.
It feels soft underfoot and does not smell when it gets damp.
Each piece of moss is cut into a foam frame, which prevents the moss from spreading or growing out of control.
Its designer, Nguyen La Chanh, from Switzerland, says the mat is very relaxing and needs little care.
She said: "The idea was to find a new way of having your plants inside.
"Not only plants in pots quietly standing in the corner of a living room but alive plants, evolving in the house.
"I think this mat would appeal people who miss a corner of nature in their appartment - perhaps if they live in an urban environment, far from parks and nature areas.
"It's relaxing, feels lovely and soft under the feet and doesn't need much care."
Miss Nguyen is looking for financial backing so she can mass produce the mat for less than the £220 it cost her to make.

Found on http://www.telegraph.co.uk

They want peace

2009-02-03T10:57:00.000Z

Ohmmmmmmmm

2009-01-30T12:07:00.003Z

My desk is a random mess. From where I am now, I can reach bananas, nuts, a magnetic poetry kit, creams, chocolate, bits of hardware, bread, books, two computers, chewing gum and so forth. I don’t mind my own mess. I know underneath all this the table is clean. I know I can eat the fruits cos they’re washed. It’s messy but clean.

But I live with 5 other people, and they have various degrees of awareness of personal hygiene, I would say ranging from 0 to 10, all shades. I used to go mad after a hard days work, getting home to find food crumbles all over every surface, dishes to be washed, and the remains of pasta glued to the stove, so pretty. Yes, the house changed. It’s our “new” housemate. Now I use this auspicious situation as an opportunity to practice my compassion, something I have very little most of the time.

Everything was going fine, and slowly I started to feel compassion was a constant companion. Yes, the old problems were too little. Who cares if the kitchen is filthy, innit? At least I have a nice kitchen... right...

Easy said than done, and much easier said after two long holidays. I arrive from Brazil and my “new” housemate is eating pasta in the kitchen. We smile and talk about our holidays briefly while I gather some food to take upstairs. He finishes eating, cleans his mouth on the kitchen towel we use to dry dishes and hangs it on the chair. I stare at him, my stomach turning upside down. I have to go. Bye. OMG. I think of all the things I dried with those towels. I stop thinking. Where is my compassion? Where is my sledgehammer? Compassion? Sledgehammer? Compassion? Sledgehammer?

Compassion? Sledgehammer?

Sledgehammer?

Yay, that's my hood! :)

2009-01-29T22:51:00.003Z

London from above at night 1
London from above at night 2
http://www.jasonhawkes.com/

The Semmelweis Reflex

2009-01-28T21:07:00.002Z

Mob behavior found among primates and larval hominids on undeveloped planets, in which a discovery of important scientific fact is punished rather than rewarded. Named after Dr. Ignaz Semmelweis, ...physician who discovered the cause of puerperal fever, a now-obsolete disease which, in Semmelweis's primitive era, yearly killed a vast number of women in childbirth. Semmelweis was fired from his hospital, expelled from his medical society, denounced and ridiculed widely, reduced to abject poverty and finally died in a madhouse.

Timothy Leary, The Game of Life @ Deoxy

Hack your brain - How to hallucinate with ping-pong balls and a radio

2009-01-28T15:45:00.005Z

From http://www.boston.com

Google search finds missing child

2009-01-12T16:22:00.001Z

A nine-year-old girl, allegedly kidnapped by her grandmother, has been found using a mobile phone signal and Google Street View.

[...]

This requirement has led to GPS capability in most new mobile phones in the US.

Rose Maltais took the child during an arranged visit, say authorities
"This is very useful, although we can only use it in emergency situations such as when a person is missing or lost, or a life is in danger," said chief Anderson.

http://news.bbc.co.uk/1/hi/technology/7820984.stm

I know what you're thinking...

2009-01-09T15:16:00.003Z

PSYCHIC WARFARE from 1981-2008
“I never liked to get into debates with the skeptics, because if you didn’t believe that remote viewing was real, you hadn’t done your homework.”
--Major General Edmund R Thompson

The year I was born, in 1981, the US Government decided magick was real. Well, the “US Government” is of course an abstraction—specifically, Congressional Research Service was commissioned to do a report on psychic phenomena and offered the following conclusion:
“Recent experiments in remote viewing and other studies in parapsychology suggest that there exists an ‘interconnectiveness’ of the human mind with other minds and with matter. This interconnectiveness would appear to be functional in nature and amplified by intent and emotion.”

That sounds like a pretty accurate description of magick to me. Score one for the weirdos, right?

Read it all on Brainsturbator

Codex Alimentarius

2009-01-04T13:14:00.000Z

Success Story

2009-01-02T12:46:00.000Z

School Nightmare

2009-01-02T11:37:00.000Z

Read Deschooling Society
by Ivan Illich

Chained Babelfish Translator

2008-12-28T18:08:00.002Z

http://deoxy.org/forum/chainbabelfish.pl

Flanger - electronic jazz

2008-12-26T15:53:00.001Z

I now travel through London with my headphones on and the world seems such a nice place. These guys often make me bang my head against things: Flanger

Listen to it on last.fm

Download Midnight Sound

Download Outer Space/Inner Space

Download Templates

YMCK - Japanese 8 bit bossa

2008-12-26T01:24:00.003Z

Yeah, I'm now some kind of vegetable, mindless clicking away, downloading music until I'm certain I won't have time to listen to it.
I found so much good stuff today, I'm starting to think this mindless clicking has some life and brain of it's own. Here's one of the best finds, from my friend Tak. It's a japanese 8 bit bossa band called YMCK. Hope you like it. Merry Xmas.

Download YMCK's Family Music

Or get all the albums!

Listen to it on last.fm

Desire

2008-12-20T23:54:00.003Z

It's our failure to understand the simplicity of the natural state
that gets us into trouble. No conceptual structure will describe the true
nature of an emotion. We experience it the way we do because we don't
understand its essential nature. Once we do, the emotion tends to
dissolve.

Then we're not repressing the emotion, but neither are we encouraging
it. We are simply looking clearly at what is taking place. If we set a
cloudy glass of water aside for a while, it will settle by itself and
become clear. Instead of judging the experience of desire, we look
directly at its nature, what is known as "liberating it in its own
ground." Then it simply dissolves.

Each negative emotion, or mental poison, has an inherent perfection
that we don't recognize because we are so accustomed to its appearance as
emotion. Just as poison can be taken medicinally to effect a cure, each
poison of the mind, worked with properly, can be transformed to its
wisdom nature and thus enhance our spiritual practice.

If while in the throes of desire, you simply relax, without moving
your attention, that space of the mind is called discriminating wisdom
You don't abandon desire; instead you reveal its wisdom nature.

Read it all on www.sacred-texts.com

Bucky Fuller & his World Game: Intro to Saving Planets

2008-12-17T15:34:00.003Z

The first World Game was all on paper. It was 1961 when Fuller announced the concept, noting modestly that he’d been doing it since 1927. Although the dense “Fact Books” that got handed out to students were indeed generated by a computer database, for the most part Bucky’s version of the World Game was something students did on paper, using the figures and facts provided.
This is the first element I’d like to update: What facts do you trust? Who are the real authorities? Any thinking human would be suspicious of being handed a document that literally claims to tell you everything that is true about the Earth, whether that document is titled “An Objective Report by a Supercomputer” or “The Holy Bible.” Teaching people the basic source-synthesis methods behind doing their own research should be a logical opening lesson for any World Game. Give kids the tools to build their own picture of the world. Perhaps rather than handing out “world factbooks,” we could hand out blank templates where kids could research and fill in their own data and conclusions.
This is the question Bucky posed to students: “how can we make the world work for 100% of humanity in the shortest possible time through spontaneous cooperation without ecological damage or disadvantage to anyone?”

Read more on Brainsturbator

Follow the Little ball

2008-12-15T16:01:00.003Z

Mike Patton's song for Madonna.

Midlife Crisis - Faith no More

Go on and wring my neck
Like when a rag gets wet
A little discipline
For my pet genius
My head is like lettuce
Go on dig your thumbs in
I cannot stop giving in
I'm thirty-something

Sense of security
Like pockets jingling
Midlife crisis
Suck ingenuity
Down through the family tree

You're perfect, yes, it's true
But without me you're only you (you're only you)
Your menstruating heart
It ain't big enough for two

It's a midlife crisis.. It's a midlife crisis..

What an inheritance
The salt and the dockry
Morbid self attention
Bending my pinky back
A little discipline
A donor by habit
A little discipline
Rent an opinion

Sense of security
Holding blunt instrument
Midlife Crisis
I'm a perfectionist
And perfect is a skinned knee

You're perfect, yes, it's true
But without me you're only you (you're only you)
Your menstruating heart
It ain't big enough for two

ya ya ya ya

It's a midlife crisis...
It's a midlife crisis...

You're perfect, yes, it's true
But without me you're only you (you're only you)
Your menstruating heart
It ain't big enough for two

Sweet fifteen - Pete Doherty before drugs (?)

2008-11-27T14:14:00.001Z

The sounds of gargled water and strangled shouts from John Lennon clashing with church organs and distorted guitars

2008-11-17T15:02:00.003Z

By Ben Leach
The improvised recording was made in 1967 and was played just once in public. But it was never released because three of the Fab Four thought it was too adventurous.
It is said to be composed of a series of shrieks and psychedelic sounds - far away from the melodious recordings with which the Beatles are associated.
But speaking on a BBC Radio 4 arts programme to be broadcast this week McCartney said that the public would get a chance to listen to the track.
"It does exist," McCartney told John Wilson, the presenter of Front Row.
He added that he still has a master tape of the recording and suspects that "the time has come for it to get its moment".
"I like it because it's the Beatles free, going off piste," he added.
The track was put together on 5 January 1967, in between working on the vocals for the song Penny Lane.
Since it was recorded 40 years ago the track has achieved almost mythical status for Beatles fans.
It is reported to include the sounds of gargled water and strangled shouts from John Lennon which clash with church organs and distorted guitar.
"It will help reaffirm McCartney's claim to have been the most musically adventurous of all the Beatles," said Mr Wilson.
"He told me he would love to release the track. All he needs now is the blessing of Ringo Starr, Yoko Ono and George Harrison's widow Olivia."

http://www.telegraph.co.uk

The Ungoogable

2008-10-15T23:59:00.002+01:00

Let me tell you about my summer. Imagine it as a restaurant, and me planning to come in, sit down, relax and have some soup, maybe stare at the fishes bubbling in a huge neglected fish tank or drift away from the tablecloth’s hypnotic pattern into the cheesy world of the bald piano player. No! Not La Vie En Rose again! That was the plan. But instead, I stepped into the restaurant, fell on my face, passed out and woke up with two semi-naked snake dancers dragging me by the arms into the kitchen where Brad Pitt waited for me with a huge sausage in his hand. The rest is history. And all I wanted was soup.

So yes, as you can see, I had a rock ‘n’ roll summer, real superstar business, so much it irritates all, including me. Noooooo, can you go to ALL main festivals, make a fool of yourself on stage for money and fun and then go back to your hotel while everyone has to sleep in tents on a muddy steep hill? It was so hard to sleep, alone in a hotel room, wondering if my mates slept with their heads pointing up or down. Just curious.

I managed to sleep every night only after creating this whole HD scene in my head where everybody slept with their heads up or down but the one lonely hot guy in the village who stayed awake, lying down vertically, across the steep hill, elegant, reading French philosophy. This man doesn’t exist, I hear you say. They are all drunk or unconscious, sleeping in all directions. I think you’re right.

But if they were all real, they would be listening to Bernard Fevre.

Is it a bird? Is it a plane?

2008-09-09T22:51:00.003+01:00

The Big Bang Day! Is Higgs our imaginary friend?

http://www.bbc.co.uk/iplayer/episode/b00dccnr

Sunset at the north pole with moon at its closest point

2008-09-02T20:44:00.002+01:00

This beautiful image circulates via email and is often posted to online forums and blogs. Although it is certainly a breathtaking picture it is a work of art, not a photograph.

The image is in fact a work by artist Inga Nielsen. The image, called "Hideaway" can be viewed on the artist's website.

The image was created using a scenery generator program called Terragen™

M&M's Mix 'n' Mash

2008-08-30T11:54:00.001+01:00

R.A.W. explains everything - Part 6

2008-08-28T18:23:00.006+01:00

Robert_Anton_Wilson_-_RAW_Explains_Everything_-_06.mp3

The Political Compass

2008-08-27T00:56:00.008+01:00

It's quite hard to live where I live sometimes, especially when you work (hard) for big companies, blame health and safety measures for the excess of people in the world, or claim that instead of stopping the use of animal fur as coats we should start using humans. I'M JOKING YOU TWATS! I'm probably more to the left than you focking idle PCs. You never get it. Only Dave Bones understands me in this place, I'm telling ya.

So here it is. The final document. Morse coded hope from this humble Anarchist Dadaist Junglist Buddhist Rastafarian. Let us see your score. Here's mine. http://www.politicalcompass.org/test

Via Brazilian blog http://ebompraquemgosta.blogspot.com/

I survived this...

2008-08-25T15:18:00.004+01:00

Watch us disintegrate

1, 2, 3...

2008-08-20T23:41:00.000+01:00

Going for Goldie

2008-08-13T22:04:00.008+01:00

By Tom Service:
I always knew it was true - it just took Goldie to confirm it. Classical music and drum'n'bass are musical brothers in arms. As he told the Telegraph: "Drum'n'bass has always been a misunderstood genre. It has always put outsiders off. Unless you're a specialist, you think it's not for you. And classical is the same." Goldie is one of the participants in the BBC's Maestro, a sort of Strictly Come Conducting, in which "celebrities" (well, Sue Perkins, Peter Snow, and other denizens of the not-quite A-list - David Soul, Bradley Walsh, Jane Asher, Katie Derham) compete for a slot to conduct in one of the Proms in the Park events that are part of the Last Night celebrations.

Why I hope Goldie wins Maestro - The junglist-turned-apprentice conductor is onto something when he says that drum'n'bass is as misunderstood as classical music - Guardian Blog

Watch the BBC program

And Goldie's final performance:

Saving the World with Marketing, Advertising and Public Relations

2008-08-02T23:21:00.000+01:00

If you are interested in improving the world that you live in, I literally beg you to take this article into consideration. I am not making an original point here. I am repeating a very nescessary and important point. The tools of social control have been decentralized, due to the rampant spread of information technology.
I know hundreds, if not thousands, of good people who have a lot to offer and a lot to teach. Nearly all of them hold the worlds of marketing, advertising, and public relations in total contempt. They view it—rightfully so, I might add—as the modern equivalent of black magic, cheap tricks and malicious manipulation. I am arguing that the only way that will ever be changed is if we get involved with that culture and do it better than the human turds who are currently running that particular circus.
I am not going to argue that I’m right. I’m just going to lay out the tools that are at your disposal, every second of every day, and urge you to start exploring them and using them to get your message out to the world. Becuase if you’re reading this, I have to assume you have something more signifigant and positive to say than “DRINK SPRITE” or “SUPPORT THE TROOPS”.
Are you interested? Let’s begin.

http://www.brainsturbator.com/articles/saving_the_world_with_marketing_advertising_and_public_relations/

A NEW LOOK AT 2012

2008-07-31T14:32:00.004+01:00

by David Wilcock

As we are entering into the second to last Jupiter - Saturn conjunction before the end, the increase in the fourth - dimensional streamings of energy from the Sun as it prepares to "exhale" should be enough to open a dimensional vortex for those people who are vibrationally capable of handling it. Indeed, the Ra Material states that we are already in the fourth density vibrational level now, but people are not able to focus into it because of the planetary vibrations. This 1999 cycle will blow it open.

But, even as the Ascension happens, we get the beginning of the Pole Shifts, as apparently this is part of the consequence of the increasing frequency; it literally shatters the slower frequencies apart that cannot handle the faster vibrational speeds. This vibrational stress manifests in the Earth as heat, which causes such things as El Nino, volcanoes, flooding and earthquakes, and it manifests as great mental stress and karmic tension in the unprepared human. It is the last two cycles where all of the very major clearing has to be done.

We can already see the geometric increase in Earth Change activities in the last 20 years, and we must now realize that we are about to have another increase at just as high a degree as the one that started the present season in 1979. Many sources state unequivocably that there will simply not be an inhabited third - dimensional planet after the Ascension, as those recently ascended to the Fourth will not have yet learned the full secrets of how to camouflage themselves from the third; this could be very injurious to both parties. Thus, by 2039, our present living space will be wiped clean.

We can now see that the ascension itself starts in 1999, and those Ascended have to come back in 2039, skipping the years where the cleansing takes place. This could be accomplished by those individuals' spiritual essences traveling at near - light speed for a short time, and through the time - speeding effect of relativity, Earth time whizzes by at great speed, just long enough to make the intervening forty years pass. They are put back down on Earth in 2039, after all the storms, arthquakes and Earth

Changes have completed. This is what the Pyramid was indicating; a direct link between the "Final establishment of a separate and unique society based totally on allegiance to the Spiritual" in 1999 and "the mass incarnation of the Messianic presence in the Earth Planes" in 2039.

Indeed, I believe that the Mayan Calendar is designed in such a way that the actual nastiness associated with the pole shift is entirely complete before the full dimensional shift itself actually occurs. Thus, what we will have is a discrete increase in the degree of fourth - density vibrations in 1999 - 2000 which will be strong enough to catapult some people out, and they would be unable to Ascend into the Earth Planes until the third dimension was "clear," which should take the forty years to complete. So during that time, we can expect the Mad Max types of scenarios for those who have not yet Ascended, in the process of the clearing. Indeed, the Pyramid's chronology indicates just this fact; the total collapse of materialist society. [This same chronology incidentally targeted the Nov. 27, 1985 closest Earth approach of Halley's Comet to within three days of accuracy; the Pyramid states, "30 Nov 1985: Powerful spiritual influences start to irradiate the enlightened." Those powerful influences were obviously brought in by the comet, with the explosion of the Space Shuttle and Glasnost with the USSR soon afterwards.]

Read more on http://www.greatdreams.com/2039.htm

Also http://www.divinecosmos.com/

Urban Dictionary Word of the Day - No, not today's

2008-07-26T02:33:00.004+01:00

3. Attention Spam 740 up, 872 down
A condition resulting in a failure to process basic facts or comprehend common knowledge, due largely to having a mind full of useless information. - "Kali's numerous typos were a result of her suffering from attention spam."

See also Nut Huggers, Pomo and I wouldn't kick her out of bed for eating crackers

Toward a Cultural Ecology of Anarchy

2008-07-23T02:24:00.001+01:00

CONTROL FIGURES arise when anarchic communities, immersed in beatific dreams, visions and vocations, inadvertently delegate too much authority to an individual who is temporarily assigned the task of maintaining the (to them) subsidiary and trivial apparatus which sustains material life. The distracted community does not realize until too late that the strong individual gradually accumulates power through continuously performing the disparaged maintenance duties. The individual constructs a hierarchy to facilitate his responsibilities, and this hierarchical institution is eventually employed to enslave the free community. As the institution expands and becomes more impersonal, it gains a momentum of its own and becomes unmanageable, even by its ostensible rulers. Hence, its deistic, absolute powers, which are then projected or displaced onto the cosmos itself.

Toward a Cultural Ecology of Anarchy at http://deoxy.org/cea.htm

Waaaaaaaa! I don't know me limitzzz!

2008-07-21T16:03:00.000+01:00

Yeah, give him the mic, but when it comes to parties...

2008-07-18T21:32:00.007+01:00

OMG... Should I comment on that or not? hahaha... He just said: "two in the morning and the party is still jumpin' cos my mama ain't home..." hahahaha... "I've got bitches in the livin' room getting it on, and they ain't livin' til SIX in the mornin'..." hahahahaha...

Man, if you say that back where I was born they'll send you back to kinder garden, dude. Two in the morning and the party is still going? STILL GOING?? hahaha... And you're a gangsta, right? Things start later than two, dude! Or not? Oh right, maybe he used to live in Florida, near an old people's home or somethin'. Oh, no! He lives with mama!! And she's not home, so they're having a party! Well, that explains everything... hahahahaha...

And the bitches ain't leaving until six? SIX?? Are they really getting it on, dude? ARE YOU SURE? Or you're in the kitchen helping your mate who's throwing up gin and juice? How kind...

Your daily mix up

2008-07-18T00:04:00.004+01:00

http://www.snurfy.com/daily-mixed-picdump-34/

Never too late...

2008-07-16T20:46:00.000+01:00

MUTO a wall-painted animation by BLU from blu on Vimeo.

Rubik's Cube used to get on right side of octopuses

2008-07-08T00:07:00.004+01:00

By Rob Davies
Last Updated: 12:01am BST 07/07/2008

It may be an infuriating puzzle which has baffled and defeated countless children and their parents over more than two decades, but this octopus appears determined to solve the Rubik's Cube.

More on http://www.telegraph.co.uk/

IT tales

2008-07-07T20:04:00.001+01:00

Bill Gates on Windows

2008-06-30T22:07:00.004+01:00

From: Bill Gates
Sent: Wednesday, January 15, 2003 10:05 AM
To: Jim Allchin
Cc: Chris Jones (WINDOWS); Bharat Shah (NT); Joe Peterson; Will Poole; Brian Valentine; Anoop Gupta (RESEARCH)
Subject: Windows Usability Systematic degradation flame

I am quite disappointed at how Windows Usability has been going backwards and the program management groups don't drive usability issues. Let me give you my experience from yesterday.

I decided to download (Moviemaker) and buy the Digital Plus pack ... so I went to Microsoft.com. They have a download place so I went there.

The first 5 times I used the site it timed out while trying to bring up the download page. Then after an 8 second delay I got it to come up. This site is so slow it is unusable. It wasn't in the top 5 so I expanded the other 45. These 45 names are totally confusing. These names make stuff like: C:\Documents and Settings\billg\My Documents\My Pictures seem clear. They are not filtered by the system ... and so many of the things are strange.

I tried scoping to Media stuff. Still no moviemaker. I typed in movie. Nothing. I typed in movie maker. Nothing. So I gave up and sent mail to Amir saying - where is this Moviemaker download? Does it exist? So they told me that using the download page to download something was not something they anticipated.

Continues on http://blog.seattlepi.nwsource.com/microsoft/archives/141821.asp

I am still shaking and sweating...

2008-06-29T22:14:00.006+01:00

I woke up with a lot of difficulty. Had half of my breakfast, jumped on my bike and cycled to the station one eye closed, one eye hurting yet open. Sunday is a good day to cycle in the morning, but not a good day to wake up early and go to work. Can't complain thou. It's one more of those jobs I do. I'm off to hyde park to play games and talk to people. A regular fun day in the life of a promo girl. No quite.

Who's on today? We ask each other. Bangles. haha. And it's my break! Cool. It was pretty amazing to see them live. I sang manic monday, walk like an egyptian, all tunes with them. They rock. I had me burger and went back to work. Rather good sunny day, I thought. But I didn't really know what was waiting for me around the corner...

Stranglers are on at 19:15! Ha! I like The stranglers. No, no. I LOVE The Stranglers! I suddenly realized what was about to happen. Shivers up my spine. I was about to see The stranglers!!!! But hold on. Am I? I had my hour off already. hummm... I've got a plan. I repeat "The stranglers are great" all through the day like a drunken parrot. I look into the event manager's eyes at 19:15. I look deeper into his eyes. He holds my hands and whispers: Go.

I run like an idiot to the tent where they are and as soon as I enter it, out of breath, I feel the energy of that place exploding my brain like a cosmic convulsion. They are all yang, manly, ubber alpha rock skillfully orchestrated, lusty rock that is. they love it!! And we love it extra. They start with "Get a grip on Yourself" and I nearly faint. It's just too much. Waves of heat emanating from their instruments. So manly. They gang rape our musical brains with a classic after the other. They played all my favourites! Strange Little Girl, Nice N' Sleezy, Always the Sun, Walk on by, and of course... Golden Brown! The crowd started cheering and clapping and screaming in the middle of the song, no waiting til the end, as they looked at each other with an accomplished smile on their faces, all of us wanting to say that was intense, that was pure rock n' roll. We're taken, loved up, sweating devotion.

The older guys around me were very surprised with my love for The Stranglers, me singing all the lyrics. One of them shouted at me: "you're too young! How come?" hahaha. but they were proud and happy to see me enjoying their favourite band. The Stranglers were then, now, always, everyone's favourite band.

Sigur Ros - Glósóli

2008-06-15T22:29:00.001+01:00

http://www.sutemos.net + 3tronik

2008-05-05T22:56:00.004+01:00

http://www.sutemos.net

subjective music reviews, articles, free electronic music

Albert Hofmann dies - Bike day Part II

2008-05-01T00:30:00.010+01:00

Albert Hoffmann died of a heart attack on tuesday the 29 April 2008, ten days after "Bike Day", aged 102. Very interesting life. We're all very grateful for it. If R.A.W. was alive he would recite this little poem in Hoffmann's honour:

I never saw a purple cow
I never hope to see one
But I'll tell you this anyhow:
I'd rather see than be one

http://www.telegraph.co.uk

http://www.timesonline.co.uk

http://www.channel4.com

http://news.bbc.co.uk

Hofmann was disappointed when his discovery was removed from commercial distribution. He remained convinced that the drug had the potential to counter the psychological problems induced by “materialism, alienation from nature through industrialisation and increasing urbanisation, lack of satisfaction in professional employment in a mechanised, lifeless working world, ennui and purposelessness in wealthy, saturated society, and lack of a religious, nurturing, and meaningful philosophical foundation of life”.

LSD, my problem Child

Me laughing, ya know.

2008-04-25T23:51:00.004+01:00

Aaahhhh… Today I finished me uni thing. Handed in. Done. I got me bike and went to the supermarket, wind of freedom on my face, laughing, got lost in the back streets, laughing, playing rude tunes as loud as me phone allowed, laughing, thinking of berries. I could throw meself on the ground and listen to all me tunes in someone’s front garden if I wanted to, me face on the grass, laughing. Happy days. I’ve got nothin’ to do!

The worker boyz removing the east London line right by me house looked more orange today. And funny, and cute. Sometimes we chat but it’s like having a conversation with a friend travelling by tube. After a while the line drops like it was never there. Very cute in orange thou.

It’s me and me berries, now.

Bicycle Day

2008-04-19T03:30:00.003+01:00

On April 19, 1943 Dr. Hofmann intentionally ingested 250 µg of LSD, which he hypothesized would be a threshold dose, based on other ergot alkaloids. After ingesting the substance Hofmann was struggling to speak intelligibly and asked his laboratory assistant, who knew of the self-experiment, to escort him home on his bicycle, due to the lack of available vehicles during wartime restrictions. On the bicycle ride home, Hofmann's condition became more severe and in his journal he stated that everything in his field of vision wavered and was distorted, as if seen in a curved mirror. Hofmann also stated that while riding on the bicycle, he had the sensation of being stationary, unable to move from where he was, despite the fact that he was moving very rapidly. Once Hofmann arrived safely home, he summoned a doctor and asked his neighbor for milk, believing it may help relieve the symptoms. Hofmann wrote that despite his delirious and bewildered condition, he was able to choose milk as a nonspecific antidote for poisoning.[5] Upon arriving the doctor could find no abnormal physical symptoms other than extremely dilated pupils. After spending several hours terrified that his body had been possessed by a demon, that his next door neighbor was a witch, and that his furniture was threatening him, Dr. Hofmann feared he had become completely insane. In his journal Hofmann said that the doctor saw no reason to prescribe medication and instead sent him to his bed. At this time Hofmann said that the feelings of fear had started to give way to feelings of good fortune and gratitude, and that he was now enjoying the colors and plays of shapes that persisted behind his closed eyes. Hofmann mentions seeing "fantastic images" surging past him, alternating and opening and closing themselves into circles and spirals and finally exploding into colored fountains and then rearranging themselves in a constant flux. Hofmann mentions that during the condition every acoustic perception, such as the sound of a passing automobile, was transformed into optical perceptions. Eventually Hofmann slept and upon awakening the next morning felt refreshed and clearheaded, though somewhat physically tired. He also stated that he had a sensation of well being and renewed life and that his breakfast tasted unusually delicious. Upon walking in his garden he remarked that all of his senses were "vibrating in a condition of highest sensitivity, which then persisted for the entire day".

Bicycle Day

Picture thanks to Fraser@UP! parallel-youniversity

Brain Scanners Can See Your Decisions Before You Make Them

2008-04-16T16:38:00.005+01:00

http://www.wired.com/science/discoveries/news/2008/04/mind_decision

LSD assisted psychotherapy study to start in Switzerland

2008-04-14T10:40:00.000+01:00

http://www.maps.org/research/cluster/psilo-lsd/

Special K: Ketamine breakthrough in treating depression

2008-04-14T10:32:00.002+01:00

Read on http://www.independent.co.uk

Big flying paradox

2008-04-13T23:07:00.006+01:00

Man, when you’ve got stuff to do... Ah, I’ve got stuff to do but it is soooo hard to concentrate. Man, when you have stuff to do the world blooms in all its exquisiteness! Like now! Sooo many interesting things happening and I have to be here, doing my final project for this module at uni, talking codes, writing long reports, making a website, so considerate, thinking of elderly users. Aaaahh! All blossoms!

Paradoxes everywhere! It’s quite a good technique. If you want to make your life very very exciting get yourself a huge commitment. A massively boring one too. Instantly that special someone you always fancied will get in touch and suggest you two meet this week, a fantastic musician will write you a message asking you to collaborate on this magical piece, but it has to be now, your best mate needs your advice on what to do about this astonishingly intricate situation that makes you smile but takes 2 hours to be briefly touched on its slimy surface, your lemon detox + Chi Kung starts to produce a deep effect and you suddenly feel like climbing trees, your mailbox is flooded with the most amazing videos of new scientific discoveries that will change human reality forever and you… you need to concentrate.

Help.

And when you hand your project in, when you’re not committed to it anymore, everything is cold withering sarcasm, nobody is available, your computer crashes.

Like my granddad used to say, if you want something done, do it yourself or ask a busy person.

Jill Taylor in one of the best talks I've seen - Must See!!

2008-04-11T22:46:00.000+01:00

My neighbour

2008-04-02T21:07:00.002+01:00

Me, I’m this liquid celluloid, and things don’t hurt anymore. Can’t remember what happened. Was it yoga? I don’t know. I was a creeping westerner learning how to breathe and bang, all gone. I do sometimes feel something happening on the surface. Something that reminds me of something really bad or something really good. But me, I laugh. I love my shadows. I told myself I knew I were you, but every time I tried to tell you, you flew away.

That’s also why I don’t write here anymore. ☺

That sweeping love, oh, that feeling you give me, I melt inside. I could run in the cold rain, the freezing air stabbing my lungs, like I did many times before, just to throw stones at your window. No. Now I won’t run in the cold rain anymore. Now you’re my neighbour. I can’t drink your coffee, I won’t drink your wine, and amazingly, that kind of made you mine. How funny it is. Now that I know the way, I don’t want to go anymore. Now I will turn this cosmic convulsion inside me into rays of life, butterflies of all colours, the wisdom of an old carp. None. I won’t run, and now you live right by me. Life is funny.

You and all your faces. You were blond and obedient once, a long time ago. You were brown and loud and superficial, off you head. I loved you then. You were strong and suddenly weak, so I had to leave. I’m sorry. Now you’re tall and sweet and clever, and I would run in the cold rain to get to you in other times, but now I sit here and turn your love into rays of all colours. My neighbour.

Futurist Ray Kurzweil Pulls Out All the Stops (and Pills) to Live to Witness the Singularity

2008-03-28T18:17:00.003Z

Ray Kurzweil, the famous inventor, is trim, balding, and not very tall. With his perfect posture and narrow black glasses, he would look at home in an old documentary about Cape Canaveral, but his mission is bolder than any mere voyage into space. He is attempting to travel across a frontier in time, to pass through the border between our era and a future so different as to be unrecognizable. He calls this border the singularity. Kurzweil is 60, but he intends to be no more than 40 when the singularity arrives.

If I were you I would keep reading it on http://www.wired.com/

Time travellers from the future 'could be here in weeks'

2008-03-06T15:01:00.005Z

By Roger Highfield, Science Editor of The Telegraph

The first time travellers from the future could materialise on Earth within a few weeks. Physicists around the world are excitedly awaiting the start up of the £4.65 billion Large Hadron Collider, LHC - the most powerful atom-smasher ever built - which is supposed to shed new light on the particles and forces at work in the cosmos and reproduce conditions that date to near the Big Bang of creation.

Continues on http://www.telegraph.co.uk/

Thanks to fraser@parallel-youniversity's UP! for letting me know and for the picture.

The Year of the Rat

2008-02-15T16:34:00.004Z

Chinese New Year this time around is the Year of the Rat, which brings with it the promise of prosperity. The Chinese admire the rat for its quick mind and ability to gather valuables and save them for the future. Since 2008 is the Year of the Rat, the year ahead should offer many opportunities to acquire wealth, as well as the ability to make choices that enable us to provide comfort for a long time to come.

Since the rat sign is the first in the Chinese zodiac calendar, we may feel the energy of a cycle beginning. We may also feel a pioneering
spirit that helps us to forge ahead with a completely new endeavor. Looking beyond Western culture’s distaste for rats, we may be able to
appreciate their ability to thrive in less than ideal conditions. This quality might offer us hope that whatever challenges we may face will only serve to make us stronger and more able. The rat’s ability to solve problems is well-known, so we can choose to enjoy any challenge that helps us keep our minds sharp while also making life more of a game. A competitive nature may develop within us, leading us to use the rat’s ability to focus on priorities. The rat can also remind us to be less worried about pleasing everyone we meet and more focused on our goals.

We should be aware of the rat’s habit for collecting and not allow ourselves to become so focused that we neglect those around us. Being constantly on the alert for opportunity can be stressful, so we can make the decision to balance our pursuit of prosperity with the enjoyment of good food and atmosphere and the people we trust to offer us both support and space. With the energy of challenge and possibility, the year is likely to be exciting without being explosive. The Year of the Rat is sure to offer the type of enjoyable challenges that will enable us to become all we can possibly be.

[ From DailyOM ]

Padmasambhava

2008-02-13T00:24:00.000Z

I know so little but want so much. Sometimes it seems the world is my pray. Blindly I move in it, seeking, searching for the satisfaction of my desires, in the drunkenness of a partial mind, set up by the previous beat of my desiring heart. Thus I link my future with my past, upon the bridge of my appetites. But who am I that thread this path of questions?

In this talk Danavira uses and adapts verses from the excellent 'Self-Liberation Through Seeing With Naked Awareness' by John Reynolds (Station Hill Press 1989). Talk given at Padmaloka Retreat Centre, 2001

La di da

2008-02-06T01:19:00.000Z

David Bohm

2008-01-09T15:13:00.000Z

Bohm was alarmed by what he considered an increasing imbalance of not only 'man' and nature, but among peoples, as well as people, themselves. Bohm: "So one begins to wonder what is going to happen to the human race. Technology keeps on advancing with greater and greater power, either for good or for destruction." He goes on to ask:
What is the source of all this trouble? I'm saying that the source is basically in thought. Many people would think that such a statement is crazy, because thought is the one thing we have with which to solve our problems. That's part of our tradition. Yet it looks as if the thing we use to solve our problems with is the source of our problems. It's like going to the doctor and having him make you ill. In fact, in 20% of medical cases we do apparently have that going on. But in the case of thought, it's far over 20%.

In Bohm's view:
...the general tacit assumption in thought is that it's just telling you the way things are and that it's not doing anything - that 'you' are inside there, deciding what to do with the info. But you don't decide what to do with the info. Thought runs you. Thought, however, gives false info that you are running it, that you are the one who controls thought. Whereas actually thought is the one which controls each one of us.
Thought is creating divisions out of itself and then saying that they are there naturally. This is another major feature of thought: Thought doesn't know it is doing something and then it struggles against what it is doing. It doesn't want to know that it is doing it. And thought struggles against the results, trying to avoid those unpleasant results while keeping on with that way of thinking. That is what I call "sustained incoherence".

Bohm thus proposes in his book, Thought as a System, a pervasive, systematic nature of thought:
What I mean by "thought" is the whole thing - thought, felt, the body, the whole society sharing thoughts - it's all one process. It is essential for me not to break that up, because it's all one process; somebody else's thoughts becomes my thoughts, and vice versa. Therefore it would be wrong and misleading to break it up into my thoughts, your thoughts, my feelings, these feelings, those feelings... I would say that thought makes what is often called in modern language a system. A system means a set of connected things or parts. But the way people commonly use the word nowadays it means something all of whose parts are mutually interdependent - not only for their mutual action, but for their meaning and for their existence. A corporation is organized as a system - it has this department, that department, that department. They don't have any meaning separately; they only can function together. And also the body is a system. Society is a system in some sense. And so on.

Similarly, thought is a system. That system not only includes thoughts, "felts" and feelings, but it includes the state of the body; it includes the whole of society - as thought is passing back and forth between people in a process by which thought evolved from ancient times. A system is constantly engaged in a process of development, change, evolution and structure changes...although there are certain features of the system which become relatively fixed. We call this the structure.... Thought has been constantly evolving and we can't say when that structure began. But with the growth of civilization it has developed a great deal. It was probably very simple thought before civilization, and now it has become very complex and ramified and has much more incoherence than before.
Now, I say that this system has a fault in it - a "systematic fault". It is not a fault here, there or here, but it is a fault that is all throughout the system. Can you picture that? It is everywhere and nowhere. You may say "I see a problem here, so I will bring my thoughts to bear on this problem". But "my" thought is part of the system. It has the same fault as the fault I'm trying to look at, or a similar fault.
Thought is constantly creating problems that way and then trying to solve them. But as it tries to solve them it makes it worse because it doesn’t notice that it's creating them, and the more it thinks, the more problems it creates. (P. 18-19)

Bohm Dialogue
To address societal problems in his later years, Bohm wrote a proposal for a solution that has become known as "Bohm Dialogue", in which equal status and "free space" form the most important prerequisites of communication and the appreciation of differing personal beliefs. He suggested that if these Dialogue groups were experienced on a sufficiently wide scale, they could help overcome the isolation and fragmentation Bohm observed was inherent in the society.

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/David_Bohm

http://www.david-bohm.net/

http://alanwatts.com

2007-12-21T22:24:00.000Z

You talkin' to me? - Galaxy fires powerful particle beam at neighbour

2007-12-21T22:00:00.000Z

North American Union - Part II

2007-10-23T23:24:00.000+01:00

North American Union, the price of everything in London, winter is coming, but I don't care. I'm happy, amazed, wondering, wandering through this melting pot of a city, laughing quietly at the loyal Indians that, despite the chilly evening, stroll around in sandals and thin saris. Yeah man. They really stick to it. No "life is a river" kind of babble for them.

I think this mood I'm in is partly because I don't read the papers anymore. Ordered The New Drawing on the Right Side of the Brain by Betty Edwards and Java for Dummies and now I wake up and rush to the front door to see if I can soon start being a drawing geek. I'm gonna draw and program until the S.W.A.T. storm in through the window (cool!) requesting an accurate list of previous residencies. I can't remember!! For fuck sake!

They will go through my stuff for evidence to find a pile of weird shit, and amongst it all, my most recent favourite: Why Cats Paint: A Theory of Feline Aesthetics. They will yell "weirdo!" and I'll yell "sheep!" and they will jump out of the window into a wicked army green helicopter and fly away. I'll stare at their bums and think "nice outfit".

If that's not the sort of thing you add after "North American Union", I would say you're heading the wrong way.

Let us make them obsolete.