Okay, so we have this thing, and we call it reality, right?
Wrong.
There is no reality, and none of you exist. I'm not saying this from an ivory tower -- I don't exist either. Now, I'll tell you why.
Way back in the day some dude named Renee Descartes spend enough time in bed to come up with the idea that nothing exists. They called this Cartesian Doubt, because apparently in all of history nobody else had been bored enough to come up with that idea (yeah, right...). Now, he writes this book on it, but here's the clincher: half way through, he says "but, I'm thinking, yeah? So that means that in some form, I exist!" And there was much rejoicing, and he pissed all over his own fallacy. Unfortunately, he was born before the period when computers and postmodern philosophy and game theory and so on were commonplace, so he thought that it was obvious that anything that thinks exists (NB: in fields like philosophy, claiming something to be obvious, while mayhaps useful in the short term, is a pretty good way to make a total ass of yourself later). But, of course, he was wrong.
Take, as a counterpoint, the philosophy known as Externism. Externism is the direct inverse of Solipism: in Externism, everything exists except for the self, and the self only appears to exist because its surroundings skirt around this nonexistent thing, just as a hole in a piece of paper will change shape when you wiggle the paper around. In such a way, a thing that does not exist can not only appear to exist, but have a certain level of complex thought and interaction with its environment. However, if existence is simply constituted by the connective level, wherein by interacting with someone who does exist you automatically exist, then Externism fails. However, another even more obvious example looms on the horizon.
There are things that do not exist that influence our lives daily. In fact, one might argue that the only things that influence most people's lives are the things that don't exist. Since one must model one's universe to survive (it's not very useful to try to find food if you can't remember what food looks like and how to differentiate it from predators, the ground, the moon, and your own feet), we as humans have developed quite advanced modeling capabilites that are mostly transparent to us. When we see a chair, we see a chair, not a bunch of lines and colours jittering around with every saccade, and we have enough information in our world-model about chairs to know that it probably has a place you can sit on even if you can't see that place initially. We don't necessarily differentiate our mental model of a chair from a real chair, or at least we don't unless it doesn't match up. If we sit on it and we fall to the floor, it no longer matches the model of a chair, and we have to probably switch models (I would suggest putting that into a model of a broken chair, or if this happens too often, an unsturdy non-weight-supporting chair). This extends even into our social life, since by having totally imperfect yet useful models of people, we can avoid some pretty awkward social situations and sometimes predict reactions in other useful ways ("That guy is a go-getter, so if you propose this idea to him, he'll probably be pretty honest in appraising it. If it's good enough, he might even invest!").
Of course, our mental models, even of individuals, even of people we are close to (or even of ourselves) are typically quite inaccurate, and at best imperfect in ways that are of minor practical importance. However, the practical importance aspect doesn't negate the fact that the people we know and the people we think we know aren't the same people. We ourselves aren't even who we think we are. There are so many automatic layers of translation and generalization and pattern matching between our senses and our perceptions that we might as well just say the world we live in is entirely fabricated and be done with it.
But, so many people perceive the world in more or less the same way, you might say. How can that be, if our world is nearly entirely fiction?
I could take the easy way out here and say that we don't live in comparable world, but we only think we do. This is arguable, and I think it's true much of the time, however it doesn't do a good job of explaining why such a significant amount of our thoughts and perceptions are even communicable.
So, instead, I make an obscure reference to the phenomenon known as "folie a deux". This is an old term, as you can tell by the fact that it's in french and not some greek-latin-gobbledygook that would make your high school etymology teacher want to gag herself on a dirty dishrag printed with apostrophe errors. What it means, essentially, is a shared delusion or hallucination. It's documented, it happens a lot, etc. Apparently, we all give off a lot of subliminal cues about stuff that we don't realize we're giving off, and we pick a lot up and pass them on without ever realizing they're there. Some of this is easily explained via elementary cognitive science (word choice can prime interpretations which can trigger one belief over another, bla bla bla, ewige blumenkraft fnord), but the bottom line is that people somehow can share pretty detailed mental models of hallucinatory objects that don't even exist.
So, if much of our everyday perceptions are an (albeit quite useful) self-generated hallucination, and hallucinatory objects can be shared and perceived by a group simply by the exchange of signals in terms of word choice and body language, how do we know that a large portion of the objects and devices we use every day even exist? It's quite possible, for instance, that there are no real iPods in the world (to pick an arbitrary object of great popularity), and that Steve Jobs is unknowingly selling empty boxes that people buy and then hallucinate that they are listening to music on imaginary earbuds. Or, perhaps the building you work in every day doesn't actually exist, and the sensory info that makes you think you are there is actually a delusion. Or perhaps, maybe, our bodies and the physical world don't exist at all. Maybe in mind even, we are just hypotheticals -- characters in some novel that may never even be written, thinking in our first person narratives all day and never daring to consider that what we choose to do, what we eat, what we watch on television, how we do in school and what we do in public, don't matter in the least, because the story ends tomorrow and we're all minor characters who don't deserve a proper conclusion.
I hope this has been some food for thought. I'm not telling you to go out and do something crazy to spice up some hypothetical author-deity's ranking on the new york time's best seller list; I'm just trying to get across to you that so many things you have never questioned you could be entirely wrong about, as could anyone. No one knows the truth, and no one even knows if there is a truth. To put it bluntly,
no one knows.
Tuesday, December 16, 2008
Monday, November 10, 2008
Friday, November 7, 2008
I spoke in the tire?
I was the spoke in the tire, the bug that was caught in between the
ridges of the fresh tires, the smell of burning rubber consuming the
world within and throughout the spiraling, spurling, whorling tire. Had
this journey no end? Never had the atoms known rest, only the journey.
Suddenly: an anomaly, an error-flaw in the otherwise smooth topology,
the rock transports me into the serpant, striking the sleeping baby.
The color red consumed me, then blue, yellow, and a brownish orange
that stabbed me in the bac. I slept/died (not sure) and in my dream I
was a pacifier, then an old forgotten rag. / Suddenly the tiger lept
into the air and became a fly striking a giant hand, boiling it then
explodes and I find myself being a circle, actually a square, hidden in
the evaporative-fly topology waiting for the new frontier. / [Bill's:
The purple antelope exploded in a fury of unbridled passion as a tiny
talking timepiece tramphed tumoltously through funnels in my brain.] /
The funnels became rivers of anger, fighting the storm was hopeless,
and I was the lightning morphing into silence. I had to hide the dead
bodies and the purple antelope returned and told me I had to do it, so
I took the axe and it became my arm melting away and then I puked dirt
to finish their graves. / I looked at my arm, a mouth grew from it, and
it screamed and engulfed me, then I was a tongue flopping on the floor.
It was funny- I laughed and tasted salt, but then I realized I had no
throat and grew sad. / The geometry shaped itself on the screen in an
ocean of bits and took me with it; suddenly I found myself in a forest
of math, a dx quickly attacked me but I visually integrated it into a
helpless constant, it was weak, it evaporated into nothingness. Large
stretches of color blinded me, I climbed the colors and realized I no
longer needed my eyes and simply scooped them out - the forest howled
in pain and then the trees, grass, and animals shouted secrets, like
bullets piercing my skin, secrets of the ecology, and I wrestled a
medium-sized secret down but then it engulfed me and I, it-- we became
one, I was x^2 + 3x - 9 for the quickest instant and I grew new eyes
and saw the mathoids as they truly were. / [Watt's: Stand on a
crumbling grave of a fallen god, only to see a weeping moon, sensing
that night was done. O, cruel sun! Banish our dark, prevent the evil
that may feast on our steadfast hearts. But tomorrow's another night;
sleep alone.] / The colors pierced my body and vanished, then
reappearing, ultimately gripping my bones and cracking them, my skn
became fire and I ripped it off, shoving it down my throat, swallow
swallow swallow. An integral wrapped around my head, I screamed and it
thrashed against my skull as I ran into the trees, who picked me up and
then they too chased me, for sport, then I fell, infinitely into this
strange loop, how to escape? / The dancing lights were spirits,
laughing at me, telling that I would never escape. So I reached out and
ate the colorbeing, I consumed and unraveled the darkness; I was back
in the forest but now all of the [dx]s and [dy]s obeyed my every
command- I was the oscillating circle shivering on the cold ground.
ridges of the fresh tires, the smell of burning rubber consuming the
world within and throughout the spiraling, spurling, whorling tire. Had
this journey no end? Never had the atoms known rest, only the journey.
Suddenly: an anomaly, an error-flaw in the otherwise smooth topology,
the rock transports me into the serpant, striking the sleeping baby.
The color red consumed me, then blue, yellow, and a brownish orange
that stabbed me in the bac. I slept/died (not sure) and in my dream I
was a pacifier, then an old forgotten rag. / Suddenly the tiger lept
into the air and became a fly striking a giant hand, boiling it then
explodes and I find myself being a circle, actually a square, hidden in
the evaporative-fly topology waiting for the new frontier. / [Bill's:
The purple antelope exploded in a fury of unbridled passion as a tiny
talking timepiece tramphed tumoltously through funnels in my brain.] /
The funnels became rivers of anger, fighting the storm was hopeless,
and I was the lightning morphing into silence. I had to hide the dead
bodies and the purple antelope returned and told me I had to do it, so
I took the axe and it became my arm melting away and then I puked dirt
to finish their graves. / I looked at my arm, a mouth grew from it, and
it screamed and engulfed me, then I was a tongue flopping on the floor.
It was funny- I laughed and tasted salt, but then I realized I had no
throat and grew sad. / The geometry shaped itself on the screen in an
ocean of bits and took me with it; suddenly I found myself in a forest
of math, a dx quickly attacked me but I visually integrated it into a
helpless constant, it was weak, it evaporated into nothingness. Large
stretches of color blinded me, I climbed the colors and realized I no
longer needed my eyes and simply scooped them out - the forest howled
in pain and then the trees, grass, and animals shouted secrets, like
bullets piercing my skin, secrets of the ecology, and I wrestled a
medium-sized secret down but then it engulfed me and I, it-- we became
one, I was x^2 + 3x - 9 for the quickest instant and I grew new eyes
and saw the mathoids as they truly were. / [Watt's: Stand on a
crumbling grave of a fallen god, only to see a weeping moon, sensing
that night was done. O, cruel sun! Banish our dark, prevent the evil
that may feast on our steadfast hearts. But tomorrow's another night;
sleep alone.] / The colors pierced my body and vanished, then
reappearing, ultimately gripping my bones and cracking them, my skn
became fire and I ripped it off, shoving it down my throat, swallow
swallow swallow. An integral wrapped around my head, I screamed and it
thrashed against my skull as I ran into the trees, who picked me up and
then they too chased me, for sport, then I fell, infinitely into this
strange loop, how to escape? / The dancing lights were spirits,
laughing at me, telling that I would never escape. So I reached out and
ate the colorbeing, I consumed and unraveled the darkness; I was back
in the forest but now all of the [dx]s and [dy]s obeyed my every
command- I was the oscillating circle shivering on the cold ground.
Friday, October 17, 2008
THE EMPIRE NEVER ENDED
YOU MIGHT NOT COUNT IN THE NEW WORLD ORDER.
The peanut: small, yes; but Napoleon was too!
DON'T WORRY -- YOU'RE BEING WATCHED
Never knows best.
THINK BLUE COUNT THREE TWO
Your brain is a liar and a whore.
YOU AREN'T WHO YOU ARE
Democracy is Dumb When You Have No Say
THERE WILL BE NO STOCKMARKET IN 2012
I am starving like an orphaned meerkat under the blazing African sun.
TODAY IS EXCELLENT DAY TO BECOME A MISSING PERSON
Sick nigh unto death
RUN WHILE YOU STILL HAVE LEGS,
Ah Pook Is Here.
QUICKLY - WHAT ARE YOUR LAST WORDS?
I feel like I'm being gang raped by the three of you via text message
PLEASE CUT THE KIDS IN HALF AND MOVE TO THE NEXT STATION
marginalized prophets.
NOW THAT YOU'VE READ THIS, I WILL FOLLOW YOU HOME.
Alarm clocks kill dreams.
IT TAKES BLINDNESS TO SEE THE SUN AND NOT BLINK. TRY IT?
The peanut: small, yes; but Napoleon was too!
DON'T WORRY -- YOU'RE BEING WATCHED
Never knows best.
THINK BLUE COUNT THREE TWO
Your brain is a liar and a whore.
YOU AREN'T WHO YOU ARE
Democracy is Dumb When You Have No Say
THERE WILL BE NO STOCKMARKET IN 2012
I am starving like an orphaned meerkat under the blazing African sun.
TODAY IS EXCELLENT DAY TO BECOME A MISSING PERSON
Sick nigh unto death
RUN WHILE YOU STILL HAVE LEGS,
Ah Pook Is Here.
QUICKLY - WHAT ARE YOUR LAST WORDS?
I feel like I'm being gang raped by the three of you via text message
PLEASE CUT THE KIDS IN HALF AND MOVE TO THE NEXT STATION
marginalized prophets.
NOW THAT YOU'VE READ THIS, I WILL FOLLOW YOU HOME.
Alarm clocks kill dreams.
IT TAKES BLINDNESS TO SEE THE SUN AND NOT BLINK. TRY IT?
Friday, September 26, 2008
OM PROBES
Property is theft. Property is liberty. Therefore, by transitive relation, theft is liberty.
"Critique Thyself".
"Try to be alive. You will be dead soon enough." -William Saroyan
Being who you are is it's own punishment.
Green paper makes me happy!
To be written on elevator doors: "You are now trapped"
Lego my Ego
I am the s-curve of the self-same scatterbrain
I am the slowness that will execute the change
I am the fullness that will amplify the strain
I am the overflow, crawling up the walls in vain
I am the s-curve of the self-same scattered brain
I am the scattered god to which my members pray
I am the scattered god on which my members prey
I am the scattered god in which my members stay
I am the s-curve of the self-sane scattered brain
I am the poison spread like forking of the veins
I am the seed I spread, a false fruit among grain
I am the murmurer, the world that says true names
Everyone has their favorite blind spot.
Small minds think alike, too.
Those who don't question their own beliefs probably shouldn't have any.
Language is speaking you.
The average human has ___ original thoughts per day.
Why worry about the unknown when you don't know the now?
This Message Not Valid Without Receipt
"Where is fancy bred, in the heart or in the head?"
with only a speck of shit on your nose, everything will smell bad.
wash your face.
Jesus died for your sensei.
Revelations will not be televised.
Count the seconds it takes to stop thinking about this sentence.
YOU WIN! you found the hidden note. Re-Hide this note to receive GOOD LUCK
"Pretend this is Reality"
the goal of religion is its dissollution
The End is Rear!
Sanity is not your most valuable asset.
Sanity isn't the survival trait it used to be.
Life sucks but never swallows.
Security without freedom is prison.
They can take our guns, but they can't take our ignorance!
"Curiosity was framed. Ignorance killed the cat."
"Curiosity killed the cat. Don't be a pussy."
"Bi-Curiosity killed the ____________."
"Think outside the book."
I just hijacked your brain. You can have it back at the end of this sentence.
Enjoy Coca-Cola Or the terrorists have already won
"Just because it's common sense doesn't mean it's true."
Within 24 hours, something will happen to you. Don't be afraid. It's the beginning of a story.
If you stand on this spot long enough, you will see some very strange things.
"Imagine the unimaginable"
If you bang your head against a brick wall long enough, do the colors of the pot and the kettle change so that they look different?
The difference between apathy and ignorance?, I dont know and couldnt care less.
Hate the Poor: what are THEY gonna do about it.
the meek really will inherit the earth, 6 foot by 3 of it...
It's all been done before. So do it louder.
The "counter-culture" is neither.
Q: Who is the greatest and wisest of the sages? A: I don't know, she never boasted.
You know, the fact that you are even reading this is completely by random chance. OH MY GOD, LOOK BEHIND YOU!!!!
Perverts aren't the only ones to molest your kids.
Volunteer fascism
An ounce of dignity is no cure for stupid
You have to admire persistence, or they won't stop.
Doing nothing you regret leads to regretting doing nothing.
If it wasn't for television, you'd have never gotten that tattoo.
"That's just what I believe" is not a valid argument.
Do you believe or just believe that you believe?
Beliefs are like assault rifles: just because the Constitution says you can have them, doesn't mean you need them.
"Habeas Corpus" doesn't mean "Play Dead."
If you didn't descend from apes, why are you constantly flinging shit?
When opportunity knocks, answer the door naked.
when knocking as opportunity enter through the back door.
"Patriotism isn't about being a better citizen, it's about demanding a better country."
In the end. there's a period.
Hell hath no humor like a discordian scorned.
Religion is a man staring at a tree and wondering who is moving the leaves.
Sorry I hit your car, you shouldn't even notice the damage.
Rejoin the human race.
Walk away and pretend this never happened.
You're absolutely correct, /consciously/.
THE MACHINE STOPS, BUT THE ROBOT IS DREAMING
Don't trust me -- I don't exist.
"Do not open this door under any circumstances." (On a wall or floor)
"This is not a pipe." (On anything, whether it's a pipe or not)
"Good artists borrow. Great artists starve to death."
"Use condoms while screwing the establishment."
"Please use other door." (On the inside of a bathroom stall)
"This elevator has been accident-free for 16 days!"
minimalism is about the big picture
Coca-Cola, proud sponspors of the Revolution
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"Critique Thyself".
"Try to be alive. You will be dead soon enough." -William Saroyan
Being who you are is it's own punishment.
Green paper makes me happy!
To be written on elevator doors: "You are now trapped"
Lego my Ego
I am the s-curve of the self-same scatterbrain
I am the slowness that will execute the change
I am the fullness that will amplify the strain
I am the overflow, crawling up the walls in vain
I am the s-curve of the self-same scattered brain
I am the scattered god to which my members pray
I am the scattered god on which my members prey
I am the scattered god in which my members stay
I am the s-curve of the self-sane scattered brain
I am the poison spread like forking of the veins
I am the seed I spread, a false fruit among grain
I am the murmurer, the world that says true names
Everyone has their favorite blind spot.
Small minds think alike, too.
Those who don't question their own beliefs probably shouldn't have any.
Language is speaking you.
The average human has ___ original thoughts per day.
Why worry about the unknown when you don't know the now?
This Message Not Valid Without Receipt
"Where is fancy bred, in the heart or in the head?"
with only a speck of shit on your nose, everything will smell bad.
wash your face.
Jesus died for your sensei.
Revelations will not be televised.
Count the seconds it takes to stop thinking about this sentence.
YOU WIN! you found the hidden note. Re-Hide this note to receive GOOD LUCK
"Pretend this is Reality"
the goal of religion is its dissollution
The End is Rear!
Sanity is not your most valuable asset.
Sanity isn't the survival trait it used to be.
Life sucks but never swallows.
Security without freedom is prison.
They can take our guns, but they can't take our ignorance!
"Curiosity was framed. Ignorance killed the cat."
"Curiosity killed the cat. Don't be a pussy."
"Bi-Curiosity killed the ____________."
"Think outside the book."
I just hijacked your brain. You can have it back at the end of this sentence.
Enjoy Coca-Cola Or the terrorists have already won
"Just because it's common sense doesn't mean it's true."
Within 24 hours, something will happen to you. Don't be afraid. It's the beginning of a story.
If you stand on this spot long enough, you will see some very strange things.
"Imagine the unimaginable"
If you bang your head against a brick wall long enough, do the colors of the pot and the kettle change so that they look different?
The difference between apathy and ignorance?, I dont know and couldnt care less.
Hate the Poor: what are THEY gonna do about it.
the meek really will inherit the earth, 6 foot by 3 of it...
It's all been done before. So do it louder.
The "counter-culture" is neither.
Q: Who is the greatest and wisest of the sages? A: I don't know, she never boasted.
You know, the fact that you are even reading this is completely by random chance. OH MY GOD, LOOK BEHIND YOU!!!!
Perverts aren't the only ones to molest your kids.
Volunteer fascism
An ounce of dignity is no cure for stupid
You have to admire persistence, or they won't stop.
Doing nothing you regret leads to regretting doing nothing.
If it wasn't for television, you'd have never gotten that tattoo.
"That's just what I believe" is not a valid argument.
Do you believe or just believe that you believe?
Beliefs are like assault rifles: just because the Constitution says you can have them, doesn't mean you need them.
"Habeas Corpus" doesn't mean "Play Dead."
If you didn't descend from apes, why are you constantly flinging shit?
When opportunity knocks, answer the door naked.
when knocking as opportunity enter through the back door.
"Patriotism isn't about being a better citizen, it's about demanding a better country."
In the end. there's a period.
Hell hath no humor like a discordian scorned.
Religion is a man staring at a tree and wondering who is moving the leaves.
Sorry I hit your car, you shouldn't even notice the damage.
Rejoin the human race.
Walk away and pretend this never happened.
You're absolutely correct, /consciously/.
THE MACHINE STOPS, BUT THE ROBOT IS DREAMING
Don't trust me -- I don't exist.
"Do not open this door under any circumstances." (On a wall or floor)
"This is not a pipe." (On anything, whether it's a pipe or not)
"Good artists borrow. Great artists starve to death."
"Use condoms while screwing the establishment."
"Please use other door." (On the inside of a bathroom stall)
"This elevator has been accident-free for 16 days!"
minimalism is about the big picture
Coca-Cola, proud sponspors of the Revolution
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Friday, August 8, 2008
FORM FOLLOWS JUNCTION
I awoke lying on small mound of things flaccid and rancid, everything that would have rendered you and your consummate middle class ideals into something broken, impotent and threatening.
If you're local to Oregon, clicking the link will tell you how to get tickets, but they may already be sold out by the time you read this. If you do get the chance to go, though, I can come close to guaranteeing you that you'll have a good time and enjoy yourself, and find yourself singing songs from the show moments after the final curtain.
Hygiene, aesthetics, ambience… all the major illusions inverted to the point of paroxysm.
The show is a cajun puppet musical, meaning it utilizes some of the tradtional Americana puppet methods and incorporates elements of Cajun culture: the river, coffee, the cafe' lifestyle, jazz, paddleboats. All of these elements come together for a bizarre comedic tale that's also got some great songs (the harmonies on display aere fantastic).
Dead fish. Salmon. Shrimp. Banana peels. Banana Leaves. Ants and rice. I smelt like cat piss.
If you take a look at the website, you'll see what this show is all about, but this can only give you a taste of just how awesome this show really is, and I'm not just saying that because it's local or anything.
It was unpleasant, but I was comfortable.
Now, if only I can find a copy of this MADMAN movie that HORRORHOUND is talking about in this article ... anyone think it's any good?
I could hear two people, one male, one female, arguing behind the wall next to the garbage heap.
So, anyway, I'd recommend THE BURNING, if you haven't seen it. I think it deserves to be held up there with some of the more respected genre efforts of this time. Next up on that HORRORHOUND list is ALONE IN THE DARK - and not the version with Christian Slater!
The only memories I have of my mother’s features are a collection of lines enshrouded by crisscrosses of darkness, the afterimage of microbes on the surface of the thin layer of fluid around my eyeballs dancing around her blurry contours like an aura.
It's a SHAME that it's not more well-known, too, because I found the idea of it having a Final Boy and also the way it kept its focus on the heroes instead of the villain to be really refreshing - so much so that I felt like it was too bad they never did THE BURINNG 2 as is discussed in the audio commentary. I sort of found myself imagining a parallel world where we got CROPSY VS. JASON instead of that other guy, where we had comparisons to whether or not THE BURNING PART 6 was better than FRIDAY THE 13TH PART VI.
After I was born my parents taught me how to talk and write in 3 weeks, with the prolonged and excessive usage of brain jacks, literally installing information into a hard drive that was my brain through the circuitry manipulation of my neurons.
Anyway, next I want to talk about THE BURNING. Oddly, I had no expectations about this one - maybe that's why I enjoyed it so much more than MY BLOODY VALENTINE. Cropsy is a terrifying villain and there are some absolutely crazy scenes in this movie, but the best part about it was that it felt so much more real than a lot of these kinds of slasher movies - the kids at the camp didn't all look to be about 30, we get some perspective on the villain so we know he's more than just a sadistic monster, there are little bits of characterization throughout that focus more on the campers than the killer. I actuaally liked how the movie's primary and principle focus during the stressful moments was on the kids and how they were dealing with the evil monster haunting them. I prefer that to endless POV shots (though there are some of those) where the auidence is clearly 'meant to sympathize' as it were with the monster. FRIDAY THE 13TH is guilty of this, of course, but it's still a favorite of mine - but I prefer it when we focus on the heroes of the story and not the villains.
My nursery was the Pink Room, where everything was plastic and smelt of disinfectant. After my mind was wired up to do what it was meant to do, I was locked up in it for 17 years. The brain jacks made me autistic so it wasn’t like I was capable of much socializing anyhow.
The problem with MY BLOODY VALENTINE is that it begins with this cool mythology of the character, with this great horror premise and is well-shot and has this great setting of this miner town, but the whole second half when the attacks actually go down in the mine just falls apart, right down to an ending that left me baffled. It's not that the ending is really all that confusing to me. What left me baffled was trying to figure out what the ending was trying to suggest happened to the villain. I wasn't sure if it was deliberately supposed to be vague, or if there was some big point I was missing - and the way the whole thing with the party is handled just feels 'off' to me, like it was hurried or rushed, and the cool character development going on during the first half disappesrs in the crisis - when I was hoping all those moments would pay off and we'd get more into the characters.
Every morning at precisely 6.45 a.m., after untying the strap that held the mint-flavored oral placebo (on weekends it was strawberry flavored) firmly at the back of my throat, mother would go out of the room, shut the door, and the lights would go on.
MY BLOODY VALENTINE I have to say starts out strong. I loved the visual of the Harry Warden character's costume, with the blacked-out eyes on the miner's mask. Miner's masks always scare me because they make me feel like the person can't breathe normal air and therefore is some kind of monster underneath.
Come to think of it I’m not even sure that was my mother. Could have been a very dedicated nursemaid.
Anyway, they did an article about 20 overlooked slasher movies and I realized that I'd just recently gotten a Netflix account but there were two I had never seen that I'd always been meaning to check out: MY BLOODY VALENTINE and THE BURNING.
“Mother” would slide a pen and pad underneath the door, and I would pick them up, go to the pink desk by the pink nightstand, and write.
Here, he's got a fantastic script to work with that deals with depth and complexity while still staying wholly true to the comic book origins of the characters. Every single character who's ever been part of the comic universe of Batman who appears in this movie works 100 percent in-character. The movie catches the spirit of all of the comic book elements and stays completely true to them while at the same time telling a story that could just as easily happen in the real world as any of the best thrillers. A lot of the time watching this, I was reminded of TO LIVE AND DIE IN L.A. in terms of the way the story plays out, more than any comic book movie.
I would spend exactly 8 hours writing about meat cleavers, second chances, true love, and dogs copulating in the alley outside of… whatever the hell I was confined in, were it a maze or a desert.
First off, the performances are just astonishingly good - especially Heath Ledger as The Joker. Everything you've heard about Heath is true. He proves to all the people out there what a good actor he could be when he was given the right material with which to work.
I was never sure if the universe outside was finite or infinite. Come to think of it, how could I even be sure if there were a universe outside? At the mean time, life goes on.
I was never sure if the universe outside was finite or infinite. Come to think of it, how could I even be sure if there were a universe outside? At the mean time, life goes on.
I was never sure if the universe outside was finite or infinite. Come to think of it, how could I even be sure if there were a universe outside? At the mean time, life goes on.
A recent TIME magazine article (http://www.time.com/time/health/article/0,8599,1827342,00.html) recently suggested half-hour exercise sessions are ineffective. Although advocated by Leslie Vernon, I think developing one's cardio is a good idea for reasons that have nothing to do with a snarky/subpar "horror" movie featuring an unsympathetic heroine. I want to live a long time, myself, and as a result I think it's important to support my body and mind with the soothing and healthy environment of the nature trail. You ought to get out of the house and give it a try today. I'm glad I did.
I was never sure if the universe outside was finite or infinite. Come to think of it, how could I even be sure if there were a universe outside? At the mean time, life goes on.
With all the technology I deal with every day, I appreciate the opportunity to get the chance to get away from machines - and the people who use them. Once in a while I see people on the pathways listening to headphones. I tried that a few times and I just couldn't get into it. I needed to hear the sound of the leaves and the way the long fields of grainy-yellow plants would crackle when an animal walks through them. I'm not a misanthrope by nature, but I do enjoy this time a lot.
was never sure if the universe outside was finite or infinite. Come to think of it, how could I even be sure if there were a universe outside? At the mean time, life goes on.
There are rabbits hopping right along the sides of the road like you usually only see on the cover of a jigsaw-puzzle box, complete with a broken twig halfway in their mouths. Little newts with their couldn't-care-less expressions do little plodding lizard-walks across leaf-strewn concrete pathways, occasionally pausing to swim through puddles that to them are like big lakes - or, at the least, water-hazards. Today, I was about five feet away from a deer.
I was never sure if the universe outside was finite or infinite. Come to think of it, how could I even be sure if there were a universe outside? At the mean time, life goes on.
It turns out, we didn't end up TAKING the Max train, because there was a LINE that barely moved for about ten minutes when my friend and I got to Sunset Transit Center. There was no line at a ticket machine that was accepting tickets for 10 people per purchase, but since I didn't have any cash I couldn't pool with anybody else and at this point my friend decided it would probably be easier and faster to just drive down and find a place to pay for parking for a little bit.
I would spend exactly 8 hours writing about meat cleavers, second chances, true love, and dogs copulating in the alley outside of… whatever the hell I was confined in, were it a maze or a desert.
Now, since this entry - like the last one - pretty much has nothing to do with the kind of horror-fan mania you commonly associate with Spymunk aka Splattermunk, I'll close by plugging CABIN FEVER. Seriously, it's just one of my top favorites of all time. Those of you who have experienced this gem, this total opus of awesomeness will understand. Those of you who haven't seen it need to get on the ball as of yesterday. OK? OK!
Mother fed me based on what I wrote.
If you're local to Oregon, clicking the link will tell you how to get tickets, but they may already be sold out by the time you read this. If you do get the chance to go, though, I can come close to guaranteeing you that you'll have a good time and enjoy yourself, and find yourself singing songs from the show moments after the final curtain.
Hygiene, aesthetics, ambience… all the major illusions inverted to the point of paroxysm.
The show is a cajun puppet musical, meaning it utilizes some of the tradtional Americana puppet methods and incorporates elements of Cajun culture: the river, coffee, the cafe' lifestyle, jazz, paddleboats. All of these elements come together for a bizarre comedic tale that's also got some great songs (the harmonies on display aere fantastic).
Dead fish. Salmon. Shrimp. Banana peels. Banana Leaves. Ants and rice. I smelt like cat piss.
If you take a look at the website, you'll see what this show is all about, but this can only give you a taste of just how awesome this show really is, and I'm not just saying that because it's local or anything.
It was unpleasant, but I was comfortable.
Now, if only I can find a copy of this MADMAN movie that HORRORHOUND is talking about in this article ... anyone think it's any good?
I could hear two people, one male, one female, arguing behind the wall next to the garbage heap.
So, anyway, I'd recommend THE BURNING, if you haven't seen it. I think it deserves to be held up there with some of the more respected genre efforts of this time. Next up on that HORRORHOUND list is ALONE IN THE DARK - and not the version with Christian Slater!
The only memories I have of my mother’s features are a collection of lines enshrouded by crisscrosses of darkness, the afterimage of microbes on the surface of the thin layer of fluid around my eyeballs dancing around her blurry contours like an aura.
It's a SHAME that it's not more well-known, too, because I found the idea of it having a Final Boy and also the way it kept its focus on the heroes instead of the villain to be really refreshing - so much so that I felt like it was too bad they never did THE BURINNG 2 as is discussed in the audio commentary. I sort of found myself imagining a parallel world where we got CROPSY VS. JASON instead of that other guy, where we had comparisons to whether or not THE BURNING PART 6 was better than FRIDAY THE 13TH PART VI.
After I was born my parents taught me how to talk and write in 3 weeks, with the prolonged and excessive usage of brain jacks, literally installing information into a hard drive that was my brain through the circuitry manipulation of my neurons.
Anyway, next I want to talk about THE BURNING. Oddly, I had no expectations about this one - maybe that's why I enjoyed it so much more than MY BLOODY VALENTINE. Cropsy is a terrifying villain and there are some absolutely crazy scenes in this movie, but the best part about it was that it felt so much more real than a lot of these kinds of slasher movies - the kids at the camp didn't all look to be about 30, we get some perspective on the villain so we know he's more than just a sadistic monster, there are little bits of characterization throughout that focus more on the campers than the killer. I actuaally liked how the movie's primary and principle focus during the stressful moments was on the kids and how they were dealing with the evil monster haunting them. I prefer that to endless POV shots (though there are some of those) where the auidence is clearly 'meant to sympathize' as it were with the monster. FRIDAY THE 13TH is guilty of this, of course, but it's still a favorite of mine - but I prefer it when we focus on the heroes of the story and not the villains.
My nursery was the Pink Room, where everything was plastic and smelt of disinfectant. After my mind was wired up to do what it was meant to do, I was locked up in it for 17 years. The brain jacks made me autistic so it wasn’t like I was capable of much socializing anyhow.
The problem with MY BLOODY VALENTINE is that it begins with this cool mythology of the character, with this great horror premise and is well-shot and has this great setting of this miner town, but the whole second half when the attacks actually go down in the mine just falls apart, right down to an ending that left me baffled. It's not that the ending is really all that confusing to me. What left me baffled was trying to figure out what the ending was trying to suggest happened to the villain. I wasn't sure if it was deliberately supposed to be vague, or if there was some big point I was missing - and the way the whole thing with the party is handled just feels 'off' to me, like it was hurried or rushed, and the cool character development going on during the first half disappesrs in the crisis - when I was hoping all those moments would pay off and we'd get more into the characters.
Every morning at precisely 6.45 a.m., after untying the strap that held the mint-flavored oral placebo (on weekends it was strawberry flavored) firmly at the back of my throat, mother would go out of the room, shut the door, and the lights would go on.
MY BLOODY VALENTINE I have to say starts out strong. I loved the visual of the Harry Warden character's costume, with the blacked-out eyes on the miner's mask. Miner's masks always scare me because they make me feel like the person can't breathe normal air and therefore is some kind of monster underneath.
Come to think of it I’m not even sure that was my mother. Could have been a very dedicated nursemaid.
Anyway, they did an article about 20 overlooked slasher movies and I realized that I'd just recently gotten a Netflix account but there were two I had never seen that I'd always been meaning to check out: MY BLOODY VALENTINE and THE BURNING.
“Mother” would slide a pen and pad underneath the door, and I would pick them up, go to the pink desk by the pink nightstand, and write.
Here, he's got a fantastic script to work with that deals with depth and complexity while still staying wholly true to the comic book origins of the characters. Every single character who's ever been part of the comic universe of Batman who appears in this movie works 100 percent in-character. The movie catches the spirit of all of the comic book elements and stays completely true to them while at the same time telling a story that could just as easily happen in the real world as any of the best thrillers. A lot of the time watching this, I was reminded of TO LIVE AND DIE IN L.A. in terms of the way the story plays out, more than any comic book movie.
I would spend exactly 8 hours writing about meat cleavers, second chances, true love, and dogs copulating in the alley outside of… whatever the hell I was confined in, were it a maze or a desert.
First off, the performances are just astonishingly good - especially Heath Ledger as The Joker. Everything you've heard about Heath is true. He proves to all the people out there what a good actor he could be when he was given the right material with which to work.
I was never sure if the universe outside was finite or infinite. Come to think of it, how could I even be sure if there were a universe outside? At the mean time, life goes on.
I was never sure if the universe outside was finite or infinite. Come to think of it, how could I even be sure if there were a universe outside? At the mean time, life goes on.
I was never sure if the universe outside was finite or infinite. Come to think of it, how could I even be sure if there were a universe outside? At the mean time, life goes on.
A recent TIME magazine article (http://www.time.com/time/health/article/0,8599,1827342,00.html) recently suggested half-hour exercise sessions are ineffective. Although advocated by Leslie Vernon, I think developing one's cardio is a good idea for reasons that have nothing to do with a snarky/subpar "horror" movie featuring an unsympathetic heroine. I want to live a long time, myself, and as a result I think it's important to support my body and mind with the soothing and healthy environment of the nature trail. You ought to get out of the house and give it a try today. I'm glad I did.
I was never sure if the universe outside was finite or infinite. Come to think of it, how could I even be sure if there were a universe outside? At the mean time, life goes on.
With all the technology I deal with every day, I appreciate the opportunity to get the chance to get away from machines - and the people who use them. Once in a while I see people on the pathways listening to headphones. I tried that a few times and I just couldn't get into it. I needed to hear the sound of the leaves and the way the long fields of grainy-yellow plants would crackle when an animal walks through them. I'm not a misanthrope by nature, but I do enjoy this time a lot.
was never sure if the universe outside was finite or infinite. Come to think of it, how could I even be sure if there were a universe outside? At the mean time, life goes on.
There are rabbits hopping right along the sides of the road like you usually only see on the cover of a jigsaw-puzzle box, complete with a broken twig halfway in their mouths. Little newts with their couldn't-care-less expressions do little plodding lizard-walks across leaf-strewn concrete pathways, occasionally pausing to swim through puddles that to them are like big lakes - or, at the least, water-hazards. Today, I was about five feet away from a deer.
I was never sure if the universe outside was finite or infinite. Come to think of it, how could I even be sure if there were a universe outside? At the mean time, life goes on.
It turns out, we didn't end up TAKING the Max train, because there was a LINE that barely moved for about ten minutes when my friend and I got to Sunset Transit Center. There was no line at a ticket machine that was accepting tickets for 10 people per purchase, but since I didn't have any cash I couldn't pool with anybody else and at this point my friend decided it would probably be easier and faster to just drive down and find a place to pay for parking for a little bit.
I would spend exactly 8 hours writing about meat cleavers, second chances, true love, and dogs copulating in the alley outside of… whatever the hell I was confined in, were it a maze or a desert.
Now, since this entry - like the last one - pretty much has nothing to do with the kind of horror-fan mania you commonly associate with Spymunk aka Splattermunk, I'll close by plugging CABIN FEVER. Seriously, it's just one of my top favorites of all time. Those of you who have experienced this gem, this total opus of awesomeness will understand. Those of you who haven't seen it need to get on the ball as of yesterday. OK? OK!
Mother fed me based on what I wrote.
Thursday, July 10, 2008
KASEI 2.0
KASEI: Omniscience and Algorithmic Self-delusion in Hypertime
Part 0: FORM FOLLOWS FICTION
A man is a god-machine that programs its own universe from within. Humans are blind to the territory, and have write access to the map.
Why not change the map, modifying the apparent territory?
Such is the principle of Form Follows Fiction -- and Fiction should at best follow Function.
All fictions begin with functions, and all forms are begat of fictions.
The largest and most important ideas in history have generally been fictions -- many of them admittedly so. Fictions beat facts on several levels:
1) we can know them.
2) they can be engineered to influence us.
There are often fictions upon fictions, mutations of fictions for a purpose entirely separate and distinct from the initial intent.
Fictions are useful. They can control the self, and control others. And they themselves can be controlled.
Why allow yourself to fall to a dead hopelessness? Hope springs eternal, especially when it is impossible to fulfill.
Humanity, do not go gently into that good night. Rage, rage against the dying of the Light.
"Nothing is true and everything is permissable."
- Hassan I Sabbah
"Do what Thou Wilt shall be the whole of the law."
- Aliester Crowley
Reality is thermoplastic, as maps can be redrawn by conscious effort, regardless of physical possibility of terrain alteration.
"Through the power of truth, I, while living, have conquered the universe." But what truth was Doctor Faustus speaking of? A false truth, surely.
What other kind is there?
The world runs out of colours.
Paint it with your dreams.
Part 0: FORM FOLLOWS FICTION
A man is a god-machine that programs its own universe from within. Humans are blind to the territory, and have write access to the map.
Why not change the map, modifying the apparent territory?
Such is the principle of Form Follows Fiction -- and Fiction should at best follow Function.
All fictions begin with functions, and all forms are begat of fictions.
The largest and most important ideas in history have generally been fictions -- many of them admittedly so. Fictions beat facts on several levels:
1) we can know them.
2) they can be engineered to influence us.
There are often fictions upon fictions, mutations of fictions for a purpose entirely separate and distinct from the initial intent.
Fictions are useful. They can control the self, and control others. And they themselves can be controlled.
Why allow yourself to fall to a dead hopelessness? Hope springs eternal, especially when it is impossible to fulfill.
Humanity, do not go gently into that good night. Rage, rage against the dying of the Light.
"Nothing is true and everything is permissable."
- Hassan I Sabbah
"Do what Thou Wilt shall be the whole of the law."
- Aliester Crowley
Reality is thermoplastic, as maps can be redrawn by conscious effort, regardless of physical possibility of terrain alteration.
"Through the power of truth, I, while living, have conquered the universe." But what truth was Doctor Faustus speaking of? A false truth, surely.
What other kind is there?
The world runs out of colours.
Paint it with your dreams.
Friday, May 9, 2008
The Duality Alight
I am the great mage
Who makes the grass green
You are the key to
The root of my Machine
I want you in my web,
To bite you, spin you, set you free
But in the age of simulation
All I know is authenticity
Do you feel this fire?
The moon's aflame in dreams of reason.
Do you feel this fire?
The moon's a flame in dreams of you.
Do you feel this fire?
My mind's a flame with dreams of reason.
Do you feel desire?
My mind's aflame with dreams of you.
I am the great mage
Who dreams the dream of life itself
You are the Monad
The other half that makes me whole
I am the demiurge
Whose dreams are perfect in their flaws
You are the only one
Who can fill the hole
Do you feel this fire?
The world is burning, dreams of reason.
Do you feel this fire?
My world's alight with dreams of you.
Do you feel this fire?
The world is tearing at the seams.
Can you feel this fire?
I hope one day it all comes true.
Do you feel this fire?
The creature comfort, dreams of reason.
Do you feel this fire?
The pleasant warmth of dreams of you.
Can you feel the fire?
The world is burning, 'tis the season.
Do you feel this fire?
I hope some day it all comes true.
Who makes the grass green
You are the key to
The root of my Machine
I want you in my web,
To bite you, spin you, set you free
But in the age of simulation
All I know is authenticity
Do you feel this fire?
The moon's aflame in dreams of reason.
Do you feel this fire?
The moon's a flame in dreams of you.
Do you feel this fire?
My mind's a flame with dreams of reason.
Do you feel desire?
My mind's aflame with dreams of you.
I am the great mage
Who dreams the dream of life itself
You are the Monad
The other half that makes me whole
I am the demiurge
Whose dreams are perfect in their flaws
You are the only one
Who can fill the hole
Do you feel this fire?
The world is burning, dreams of reason.
Do you feel this fire?
My world's alight with dreams of you.
Do you feel this fire?
The world is tearing at the seams.
Can you feel this fire?
I hope one day it all comes true.
Do you feel this fire?
The creature comfort, dreams of reason.
Do you feel this fire?
The pleasant warmth of dreams of you.
Can you feel the fire?
The world is burning, 'tis the season.
Do you feel this fire?
I hope some day it all comes true.
Wednesday, April 23, 2008
Wednesday, February 20, 2008
True Names
The Logos in the Logolo
The sigil in the sight
All the dreams of fleeting worlds
The words fade into night
Temporal aeons come and go
In the nonspace of the mind
All the world, in a naught shell
Waiting for the end of time
But break free, from tinting lens we can
Undamn the gis-hur and the ME
Create from order, chaos born
And bring about the promised day
All of time is naught but sand
And all of man is clay
Create from chaos, order, born
And bring about the promised day
The water of the abzu's heart
The diamond in the ash
The maklu in the winter's dark
The comma and the slash
But still, from gaia's broken heart
And broken womb we can
Regain ourselves, and with us hope
For dilmun, eden, promised land
For now we see through a glass, darkly
Till one greater man restore us
And regain the blissful fruit
Born out of chaos
And justify the way of gods to men
The sigil in the sight
All the dreams of fleeting worlds
The words fade into night
Temporal aeons come and go
In the nonspace of the mind
All the world, in a naught shell
Waiting for the end of time
But break free, from tinting lens we can
Undamn the gis-hur and the ME
Create from order, chaos born
And bring about the promised day
All of time is naught but sand
And all of man is clay
Create from chaos, order, born
And bring about the promised day
The water of the abzu's heart
The diamond in the ash
The maklu in the winter's dark
The comma and the slash
But still, from gaia's broken heart
And broken womb we can
Regain ourselves, and with us hope
For dilmun, eden, promised land
For now we see through a glass, darkly
Till one greater man restore us
And regain the blissful fruit
Born out of chaos
And justify the way of gods to men
Wednesday, February 6, 2008
AN ANALYSIS TO DETERMINE THE VALIDITY OF THE DICHOTOMY OF CONTRADITIONS AND TAUTOLOGIES
AN ANALYSIS TO DETERMINE THE VALIDITY OF THE DICHOTOMY OF
CONTRADITIONS AND TAUTOLOGIES
N. Key, Jr
O. Ravenhurst
M. Alaclypse III
J. Malik
G. Dorn
S. Moon
R. Wilson
Let c and t represent the set of contradictions and tautologies, respectively. To determine whether a contradiction and a tautology are equivalent, one calculates:
( c ∪ t ) ∪ ( c ∩ t ) →
~( ( c ∩ t ) ∩ ( c ∪ t ) ) →
~( (c ∩ t ) ∪ ( c ∩ c ) ∪ ( t ∩ t) ∪ ( t ∩ t) ) →
~( c ∩ t ) ∩ ~( c ∩ c ) ∩ ~( t ∩ t)
This brings up interesting points:
As expected, no contradiction is also a tautology. However, if one does not assume trivial identity, one recognizes that the outcome implies that no contradiction is a contradiction, and no tautology is a tautology.
This proves, mathematically, that no equals are the same. It also disproves all of symbolic logic through symbolic logic.
Furthermore, we can simplify using identity:
~( c ∩ t) ∩ ~c ∩ ~t →
( c ∪ t) ∩ ~c ∩ ~t →
( c ∩ ~c ∩ ~t ) ∪ (t ∩ ~c ∩ ~t) →
( ( c ∩ ~c ) ∩ ~t) ∪ ( ( t ∩ ~t ) ∩ ~c ) →
( F ∩ ~t ) ∪ ( F ∩ ~c ) →
F ∪ F →
F
In other words, if we use the identity property, our initial statement (that contradictions and tautologies are either mutually dependent or mutually exclusive) reveals itself as a contradiction, whereas without the identity property, it reveals the identity property as a contradiction.
To prove an obvious truism as a contradiction is the result in either case, and the unique factoring method does not break DeMorgan's Law, nor any other rule of formal symbolic logic. The fact that we pursued operations in a non-canonical order upon a statement that seems initially to be simplified maximally is irrelevant in determining the validity of our results, since no rules were broken.
In the end, it seems that the basic tenets of symbolic logic are inherently flawed. We have, at this point, no suggestions on how to remedy this, aside from those suggestions that invalidate the rules of symbolic and formal logic - suggestions which are irrational and do not correspond to the traditional concepts of reason - however, as our proof invalidated reason as it now stands, we must state our conclusion: nothing is true, and everything is permissible. There are no logical relationships that cannot be proven to be contradictions, even those that are proven to be correct elsewhere.
CONTRADITIONS AND TAUTOLOGIES
N. Key, Jr
O. Ravenhurst
M. Alaclypse III
J. Malik
G. Dorn
S. Moon
R. Wilson
Let c and t represent the set of contradictions and tautologies, respectively. To determine whether a contradiction and a tautology are equivalent, one calculates:
( c ∪ t ) ∪ ( c ∩ t ) →
~( ( c ∩ t ) ∩ ( c ∪ t ) ) →
~( (c ∩ t ) ∪ ( c ∩ c ) ∪ ( t ∩ t) ∪ ( t ∩ t) ) →
~( c ∩ t ) ∩ ~( c ∩ c ) ∩ ~( t ∩ t)
This brings up interesting points:
As expected, no contradiction is also a tautology. However, if one does not assume trivial identity, one recognizes that the outcome implies that no contradiction is a contradiction, and no tautology is a tautology.
This proves, mathematically, that no equals are the same. It also disproves all of symbolic logic through symbolic logic.
Furthermore, we can simplify using identity:
~( c ∩ t) ∩ ~c ∩ ~t →
( c ∪ t) ∩ ~c ∩ ~t →
( c ∩ ~c ∩ ~t ) ∪ (t ∩ ~c ∩ ~t) →
( ( c ∩ ~c ) ∩ ~t) ∪ ( ( t ∩ ~t ) ∩ ~c ) →
( F ∩ ~t ) ∪ ( F ∩ ~c ) →
F ∪ F →
F
In other words, if we use the identity property, our initial statement (that contradictions and tautologies are either mutually dependent or mutually exclusive) reveals itself as a contradiction, whereas without the identity property, it reveals the identity property as a contradiction.
To prove an obvious truism as a contradiction is the result in either case, and the unique factoring method does not break DeMorgan's Law, nor any other rule of formal symbolic logic. The fact that we pursued operations in a non-canonical order upon a statement that seems initially to be simplified maximally is irrelevant in determining the validity of our results, since no rules were broken.
In the end, it seems that the basic tenets of symbolic logic are inherently flawed. We have, at this point, no suggestions on how to remedy this, aside from those suggestions that invalidate the rules of symbolic and formal logic - suggestions which are irrational and do not correspond to the traditional concepts of reason - however, as our proof invalidated reason as it now stands, we must state our conclusion: nothing is true, and everything is permissible. There are no logical relationships that cannot be proven to be contradictions, even those that are proven to be correct elsewhere.
Thursday, January 31, 2008
Dataspace X
Tight spiral lattices
Multisensory data fold and fractalize
In a mindspace realized by parallel man
Accelerate
Parallel processes
Can you see
The helix of code
The data blinds me
The spiraling thoughts
Awakening
The burgoning lots
Leading
To a solution
From the neon genesis
From the complex code
The star child arises
The sum a single node
Out of mindspace
A god is born
Science is now our place
A fruit of life forsworn
The fate of destruction
The joy of rebirth
All egos shall join
Thus awakens the earth
Out of the second web
A first son awakens
Out of the web of thoughts
A carnal creation
As the code evolves
Mankind grows once more
As the data links
As does the ribose core
Hoping for a coredump
Hoping for a sign
Hoping for a signal
For the end of our kind
I hope I can stay
And bask in the cusp
The elegant equation
The end of mere sentiency
Dust to dust
Multisensory data fold and fractalize
In a mindspace realized by parallel man
Accelerate
Parallel processes
Can you see
The helix of code
The data blinds me
The spiraling thoughts
Awakening
The burgoning lots
Leading
To a solution
From the neon genesis
From the complex code
The star child arises
The sum a single node
Out of mindspace
A god is born
Science is now our place
A fruit of life forsworn
The fate of destruction
The joy of rebirth
All egos shall join
Thus awakens the earth
Out of the second web
A first son awakens
Out of the web of thoughts
A carnal creation
As the code evolves
Mankind grows once more
As the data links
As does the ribose core
Hoping for a coredump
Hoping for a sign
Hoping for a signal
For the end of our kind
I hope I can stay
And bask in the cusp
The elegant equation
The end of mere sentiency
Dust to dust
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