A Human Movement
i apologize. i truly wish i were afforded more time in the day to ruminate on matters of the world and sift through the ever-expanding realm of information available online. i'd pluck interesting nuggets of information for you guys and apply my elementary html skills to their graphic presentation in the hope that they would occasion some discourse, or at the very least an immaterial reaction or thought amongst yourselves.
a human movement
is not one man's movement; it's a collective movement that should ideally integrate the thoughts and concerns of those involved into a collection of expression that might spur along further movement and exchange. the blog's motto, if i may proffer one: MOVE SOMETHING> the only moving lately has been done by thom, he's shouldered a heavy load. but hey, i'm trying to integrate. i love this thing.
i am confused and feel as though my vigorous sensibilities are in a vice, i sincerely wish to give full vent to the forces within me. it's difficult, many demands are made over the course of a day on my organism and resilient mental receptivity. i sadly have only a few moments of reverie in a day's time to contemplate and meditate upon all that my special gray matter desires. for this i apologize, but i'll make a concerted effort to briefly collect at least once over the course of a single day my scattered thoughts, ideas and opinions so that a productive dialogue might be brought about that would challenge and expand the vital constraints of our collective cultural envelope.
my best to you all.
Blog for George Fox's sake...
At another place, I heard some of the magistrates say among themselves that if they had money enough, they would hire me to be their minister. This was where they did not well understand us, and our principles; but when I heard of it, I said, "It is time for me to be gone; for if their eye were so much on me, or on any of us, they would not come to their own Teacher." For this thing (hiring ministers) had spoiled many, by hindering them from improving their own talents; whereas our labour is to bring every one to his own Teacher in
From Ch. XVIII Two Years in America, 1671-1673.
of 'GEORGE FOX - An Autobiography'
Holy literal shit...
The complete New Testament in easy to read, teen-girl magazine format. This is so very 19th Cent. Further proof that all photography, and modeling should be ignored, avoided, stopped, destroyed if freedom is ever to return to our country.
All photography and modeling serves to debase life of intelligence entirely. Leaves humanity with an emptry shell of emotional hinderance!!!
Review of Revolve
A Bible that looks like a magazine!
Detroit Free Press weighs in
wELL sOME pEOPLE mIGHT hAVE gIVEN uP, bUT i sURE hAVEN'T
Television and the Hive Mind
Certainly some interesting early history, but then our friend - just goes crazy -
Nick -- who is the IT Professional??
... Hey, this is my first post via Wi-Fi!!!!
This rules -- no wires --- I can't wait to go centrino!!!
i don't know what you're talking about, Brother Head Case, but I DO KNOW that for one reason or another the people i know in the South are different than the people i know in the North. Call it the legacy of the Confederacy or the 9-11 Heaven or what you will. It is neither good nor bad to be primarily focused on ideas over action or vice versa. The comparison was made merely as a tool for me to try and understand where I am and where I want to go. I apologize to everyone if that seemed overly confrontational or accusatory. I was hoping that it would lead to some sort of discourse amongst us four that would lead me to a better understanding of where we as a twentysomething, Recession-era generation are heading and what we might be doing in the near future and beyond. Ideas or accomplishments? What is it that we want? What is it that we need? But apparently that didn't happen, so... next question.
Who will be spearheading the formation of this year's fantasy basketball league?
Has anyone "here" been following this Sobig.F worm? It has been spreading over the 'net since Aug 18th. From what I am reading, now, the worm is attempting to take infected computers and download some program or game, which to this point has unknown intentions... it is quite fascinating...also so detailed that people think it, like the bombind of the UN in Baghdad, looks like an "inside" job.
The Worms has a mind of its own??
General Detection and Results of Worm
Mikko Hypponen of F-Secure explains
Between Nick's "southern-fried accusatory duh I didn't mean-to primarily-unconstructive-tone" and Scozes and Jozes veritable silence, You Forms are killing a solid brother...Meanwhile, align your cortical porticos on this bon visualness:
Issue 4.2 now available
Journal of Cognitive Liberties
Hold on there, Krapes, you are stepping on creeky ground.
Why even do we need 'movable type?' What is there that you want to do on this blog, that you feel unable to in this present form??
ALSO: Who here is an "IT Professional"????
I don't know Nick, but did you done got get Southern again?? Meaning you'ze brain be workin' on that thar slow "ek-spery-ents-izshy-alder-kool-cuz-look-at-it-ther" level
Hey, Mr. IT Professional, why don't you move this blog to your own site? Or start another one using widely available free utilities like this one
I will be making an appearance in NYC this weekend, so I expect you all to be on your best behaviour.
The Death, or killing of Reuters cameraman Mazen Dana seems like an interesting topic in the ongoing war. Escalating by the second on many fronts. I have a fear that there will be a bombing in New York before years end.
Report of his death
Another report of his killing
An interesting take on why he was killed
PBS FrontLine honors Mazen before his death
This is some pretty neat "back-side" net art. I don't think it was intended to be viewed as a page (as it is a picture collection) but it sure is kinda beautiful.
Check out. It is technicity at play.
I will remember this sight fondly
Well it is 3:05 on Friday, lovely day. I dare say a perfect day. My power came on at the nice time of 8:00 am, my fan turned on, and I was asleep and it seemed like nothing had happened. I think I was extra tired from the the 4 hours of walking yesterday, 116th st and Broadway starting at 6 PM down to First Ave at my sister's at 8. Two hours from one corner of Manhattan to another, I thought it was good timing. I even stopped in central park for a bit of a rest in the grass and to watch one of those human statues, they really are pretty neat when there is no power. Then through Times Square, without any signage. "Yes" I thought, finally - Times Sq. as I always wanted it. I walked right in the middle of the street with a Pepsi and a straw, foreigners and business people around me, and the cast of MTV out in a crowd full of sweaty teens. Then into 34 st street and out at the base of the Empire State Building. Hello mister Empire State Building, where are all your lights? Then down fifth ave to Madison Park, around the Flat Iron onto Union Sq. and over to the Gramercy down onto 14th st., 1:45 of walking and I could taste the east village... down second ave to 10th st. and over to first ave and then the home stretch. It was almost sundown by 8.
I rested a bit at my sister's, she gave me a beer and I met up with ann, who had been doing a day shift at Gigi's. Then unto the darkness we went, down Allen and into Chinatown. Kind of smelly and very, very crowded. We got on a bus, but it was more of a rest stop then any progress. So we got off, and realized the next project was "the Brooklyn Bridge" it was about 9:45 and we walked past City Hall, emergency light blazing, and then at the mouth of the bridge everyone seemed to converge... the bridge was for pedestrians. We walked over the bridge, looking at the red moon and the dark city behind us. After bridge hit downtown brooklyn. Lots of fat Brooklynites needing strange buses to get to their whereabouts. Hit Jay St. and got a Arizona Grapeade, it was about 10:30 and it was dark. The last phase of the walk home was easy, from Jay St. to Smith and then up smith and down to Nelson... I've done that before. Got home around 11:15, and had some ice water and an ice cold shower and went to sleep.
The power came on, and now I am back to Friday. Not a problem. I would do it again, power outages should be a summer ritual in the city.
It is funny, but the power went out at 4:14 (or something equivalent) and I was in the middle of a job interview for at the Columbia Oral History Research Office. This being the biggest blackout in america's history, and so ripe of an event for Oral Historicizing. I really hope I get the job.
YEAH GUYS!! I got juice! (but my phone seems periodically stunned by electricity, the line shorting out)...
anyway, a quick word: thom, i don't know if that show's goin' down. methinks not.
Nick: if experience is knowledge, it follows that knowledge is experience. I thought this is implied in your exchange with thom) Therefore, I wouldn't worry yourself about that "pretty but useless knowledge", don't fear what others think they know as a vital component of their experience; those individual entities are caught up in however they translate that knowledge into "experience" for themselves, including engaging you and others in that "experience" too -- irrespective of your qualitative judgement of that experience or reluctance to take part.
that's how knowledge is shared, and knowledge-shared effects a sense of community: it brings it about. therefore, the more open a person is to particular strains of knowledge and experience, the more that person is able to take part in various exchanges and understandings with various people.
You follow what I'm saying? I thought we'd already established that it's impossible to distinguish knowledge from experience; i thought we'd established that they are both one and the same, with some qualitative (as in questions of Quality) nuances, perhaps. Then you say, "knowledge alone is pretty but essentially useless until it can be translated into experience."
but your use of the word "pretty" betrays a sensitivity on your part of what you regard as the "special pretty knowledge" of others, and I suggest you take a look at that sensitivity, because it might have something to do with that Southern context of yours and might have a place in this discussion of openness to experience and closedness to experience, as a question of regional flavor.
HEY, it's good to have electricity. wish we could hang out.
Yessir, experience is knowledge and knowledge alone is pretty but essentially useless until it can be translated into experience. That's what my point was.
Yessir, experience is knowledge and knowledge alone is pretty but essentially useless until it can be translated into experience. That's what my point was. Thanks for agreeing with me. And no, I don't see these differences as being manifested only in myself, but rather indicative of differing potential life-paths, one created by one set of circumstances and another created by another set of circumstances. Amazing how a person's myriad circumstances transcend who the actually are. Hmmmmm....
How about turning off some window units, y'all??? Geez, lemme know when things get back in order for you guys, please. I've called Ann and Scott and Thomas and no reply. So I hope you didn't get stuck in a subway or elevator or angry mob.
I'm currently in North Carolina, myself. A very beautiful country (I believe it would be the Coastal Region on your map), but knee-deep in the rich-poor gap.
From the random files:
Orange County Boot Camp for Women!?!
These gals got problems, indeed!!!
I strive to learn from new knowledge, research *AND*
experiences...I don't see how you can draw a distinction between experience and knowledge, nick??? As in, one person is an experiencer and the other a knower.... experience is knowledge!
Furthermore - regarding nick's ideas about work, sleep and betterment
--- I believe that it is very possible to achieve enlightenment from one's "professional life," in fact I don't think there is any more enlightened state then to have a job that fits one's lifestyle, in such a way that working is living, living is working, and work experiences teach you more about yourself and others,.... this is what we have got to find in order to be reponsible citizens of our republic.
but nick, I think the differences between your Rebel crew and your Union crew, are in YOU.... your uncertainties about your own consciousness!!!
Other then that, sure, there is a big country, er world out there, a man can live anywhere. We live in New York City, the cultural hub of the time zone, I don't think we will live here forever - but on the other hand your dirty crew WILL never live here??? what kind of learning from experience is that????
Then again, I would never live in South Carolina because North Carolina is SUCH A MORE PLEASANT STATE!!!!
go Tar Heels!!!
Boy, alot to respond to here.
First of all, Josh, what is slow about a 7200 rpm HD? I know it is not 10000 rpm... but for 50c/GB I will wait a half nanosecond longer to access my MP3s... I mean 7200 ain't slow in my book on my Mac.
Second, I referred to vices
to lump together those things which one may consider a hindrance to the development and exploitation of one's virtues
, as this is the common juxtaposition historically bandied about by certain moralists and philosophers
. Thus, the overindulgence
of perfectly natural things like pot-smoking, masturbation, eating, television-watching, sports-following, erudition, etc. may be construed as a potential roadblock to the attainment of finding one's true self and happiness.
Third, I've noticed a very distinct difference between you people, my Northern friends
, and the people I have been hanging out with, in short, my Southern friends
. I don't know if it's education (liberal arts v. state-school-or-none-at-all), geography (North v. South), socioeconomics, New York City, or what, but it's funny to see the very marked difference between you three, who aim to better yourselves through the attainment of new knowledge and research, and my Dirty crew, who aim to better themselves through the attainment of new experiences and eschew, or rather ignore, or rather choose not to seek out such types of new knowledge and research. Me, I am stuck in the middle but at least I understand better why I refuse to have someone tell me "Well, if you like that kind of music, you should check out X and Y and Z, dude, that sounds like you'd like it." Shit man, if you don't like it and you don't experience it (or listen to it) yourself on a fairly regular basis, don't tell me about it. I wanna know what you feel
what you know
Fourth and finally, I talked to Scott this "morning" on the phone and I think it's a funny thing to note. When you dedicate your day to someone else i.e. when you have to go to work, why is it that you will try and suck the last minute of sleep out of it before you go and do your thing for THE MAN
? And when you don't have a job and you haven't spent the night drinking or smoking to recover from the toil and trouble of sacrificing yourself for THE MAN
, why is it you have no problem getting up at 9:30, 9 o'clock and are as happy as the day you graduated from high school? Why do
people strain and strive for success in the "professional life," when in fact it is very clear that that life has very little to offer in terms of enlightenment and human betterment. When in fact, the sedentary contemplation of rural moments offers so much more. Why suck and posture in New York City to make the latest 1985 show on VH-1, when you could live life somewhere else like it was actually 1985 if that's what brought you pleasure. Slap a Magic Johnson or Larry Bird poster on the wall, buy some pink wifebeaters, listen to some Duran Duran, and get yourself a Diesel Mercedes if you want. Hey man, one good thing about the South, the only trucker-hats I see are on old catfishermen (black and white alike) and, egads, truckers.
Ahh, too bad I am no longer in college. If I was I would sign up for this internship --
Old Bethpage Village
Where college students get to spend 24 hours a day for 2 weeks living life as a 19th century farmer, churning one's own butter, writing by quill and candlelight and milking cows.
Is there anything sexier then the 19th century?? All those bonnets, sheeps, and ring toss games, and getting married at 18... wow, sign me up!!!!
I am sitting here, reading the earliest television reviews I can find from Variety... articles with titles that read: Vast Television Expansion After the War, and NBC Interupts Test Patterns to Bring 9 Minutes of Times Sq. Celebration, (post WWII) and thinking about what television is as a cultural force, implying intelligence and control? The sort of doubling of the societal event, as TV, and then letting those who analyze it, less as a participant and more as a knowledgeable expert, become the controller of such a technology....
What side of the media should we be on? Should we make it? Understand it? Believe it? Ignore it?... Television, and its sponsors made a conscious effort to drive women from the workplace after WWII and back into the homes, so they portrayed women only as 'mothers' and 'ladies'.... is this something we want to support... we know how television is used to force groups of people into marketable block of potential money spenders... do we want to support this activity, knowing what we know, that 75 year olds would be better served to chill with 12 years and vice versa for the goal of age-reversal???...
and then I just got in an argument over ideas of 'art' --- whether it was necessary anymore for the human to come along and take notice of what was already beautiful in nature; grab, hold it, take its picture, write it down, and show it off to others.... I claimed that any individual who felt compelled to grab beauty out of nature and claim it their own, was suffering from some lack and needed to fill it - through associating their ego with their view of natural beauty - ... it seems to me that this way of viewing art has not helped anyone and we need to switch over to a "sustainable" definition of art, one that would allow beauty to remain as it is, separate from greedy human egos....nature as nature...and art as human striving.... the agrasping of lonley togetherness need only rub itself, and leave the sylolog of nature alone. we are ourselves. let's admit it....
anyway -- love you all.
The idea of vice
is not interesting to me, as it has been conceived in this forum to date. What is vice? Twofold: Either a truly negative quality of practice, or it is the not negative practice, only just that it appears so. The perspective of the quality holder, or accuser are the key to the exchange of meaning, of what, if anything is a vice
Masturbation, I brought up, as it can be a metaphor, I wish metaphysical, approximation of the loneliness of togetherness. In regards to scott's temporal commitment to the camping of co-workers, I was saying that a man, perhaps, must enter the togetherness minus his lonliness to receive the support of others all dying from the same disease of arriving at togetherness from lonliness, and without the handy petrol of dreaming about it, he was, in Vermont, living it.
Although Nick had a great response, I am not interested in following through with this conversation, because we seem to be hung up on words used, rather then meanings implied. I am sure that scott would agree, that he was originally claiming to exclaim the wonders of being with others, less as a question of the use than as a reiteration of the tasks involved.
Some researchers from VH1 came into the museum today, two dude researching for an upcoming VH1 special about the 90's phenomenon of Talk Shows (Ricki, Jenny, Maury, Jerry, Carney, etc.) They wanted to see what the museum had. It was not that interesting of an exchange, except to hear how serious they were about the "cultural totem of the daytime talk show formula," they were very earnest about it. One of them had an ironic moustache and vintage converse hi-tops. All I could wonder about is what work means to a man? What is it that makes a man feel attached to his projects so? I am sure that these young men have proud mothers, and that they are interested in uttering the words of their proffesional life, VH1, when asked. But still, what is this? How are we all so interested in uttering our professional words? Is there another model for personal identification and the work place?
...Also, VH1 is totally for the braindead. Why would these nice young men, want to work, only to create dead entertainment for dead souls (as you know VH1 content is replayed about 400 times a week.) Shouldn't there be more benefitial relays of work-space for these young men to lay their eyes lids upon?
Nick tackles Thom's stipulated "goodbye to masturbation and dope"
with articulation, but I'm not sure the "goodbye" implies a renunciation, nor am I comfortable with the element of vice
that Nick introduces. A vice is an immoral or evil practice on the one hand, and a defect and bad habit on the other. At the risk of sounding asinine, I don't think either of the two are really
vices, especially in their metaphorical capacities. Which is to say, are we really
speaking about beating off and smoking pot, or about the nature of self-pleasure and indulgent sacrament?
The "fond haze of dim recall"
of which Nick writes strikes me as an oblivion of some kind, but the search-state seems to me one of excitation and stimulation, not of repose. Perhaps the end that it moves toward is an intellectual state of repose, of contemplation, but the getting there is a trip of comprehension and apprehension that is inconducive (I think) with the idea of concomitant relaxation. Maybe in its wake, maybe at intervals.
And that's where indulgent sacrament comes in, potentially: as a mode of relaxation and a tool for the processing of information. I'm more ambivalent about the element of masturbation (Thom brought it up, not me) -- that might be a vice. I might be inclined to think that self-pleasure in whatever capacity would have a distasteful air about it, unless an analogue was drafted enfolding the masturbatory inclination with the search-state.
But now I defer to you guys.
I'm having too much trouble trying to download this new Linux distribution (as an ISO file) and burn it to CD so it is a bootable CD-ROM. The question now is whther to order a RedHat clone called PinkTie from Cheapbytes
for 12.99 plus shipping, or just suck it up and buy the real thing from a vendor in the city for 39.99.
That maxtor drive looks incredible, Nick, but I'm not sure I'm ready for 160 Gigs yet. And when I am, 7200 rpm might be slooooow. But what a fuckin' deal!
Merlot has already pointed me in some interesting Fibonacci directions. And I believe they consider themselves an "open resource," not neccesarily "open source."
Someone that works for Harmonia Mundi sent me this free of charge:
And it has been blowing (minds). Steve Lacy, Roswell Rudd, Dennis Charles and Henry Grimes
(!). Playing all Thelonious Monk. Free in terms of expressing within Monk's gorgeous writing, but not an ecstatic excess. Really to be beheld.
Check this site out:Merlot.org
A forward looking group of academic types, who gather and peer-review online learning sites, and then organize them for you and me. They claim to be 'open source' too, although I am not sure yet how that applies --- but still, it is a pleasent look to the future of electronic publication and the way that educative resources will eventually be for all -- and not just for 30,000$ a year at a college.
i don't think what is required is a conscious renunciation of one's vices, but rather an unconscious acceptance of one's loves and desires. The latter, if imbued with sufficient and natural personal investments, should only naturally overwhelm the former so that one remembers one's vices through a fond haze of dim recall. This is the evolution of the mind. And as our heads dart around in Thomas' effervescent search-state, they ideally will be streamlining into a preferred or comfortable angle of repose. However, absent the search, we are necessarily left only to our vices. And our vices act only naturally to limit the magnitude of our searches to the best they can.
Josh, here is a deal where you can get a 160 GB Maxtor internal drive for $80 this week. Fill 'er up. Gas is only 20c cheaper in the South these days. The Dirty done gentrified.
My antenna was receiving yesterday as I had an inkling to check tlib
in the late afternoon. Yet all I found there was an empty image placeholder. Undoubtedly, you, too, Thomas, were looking and updating the site simultaneously.
I'm returning to this semi-failed LinuxBox project of mine to finally create the mp3 server it is yearning to be. I'm downloading the newest distribution of RedHat from www.kernel.org
which maintains an historical archive of every distribution of the Linux kernel (RedHat, Debian, &c.) for free download. Though I may just suck it up and buy the RedHat package for 30 or so scrilla in town just to be sure I have accurate files installed.
is being kind in its return of searches lately. mmmm.... filling hard drives.
Oh, and be sure to close yr tags...
Scott, well fuck the english language -- if we are to enter the Mother-Sea we've got to create a new language -- Heck, old Humphry Osmond knew this when he suggested 'psychodelic.' (and yes it was psychodelic, the 'o' became an 'e' later, so as not to be confused with psychotic.)
Here are your beloved defs.
n. 1. The state of the act of grasping.
2. A firm hold or grip on something of explicit ungripple nature.
ex. 'An embrace of an embrace.'
n. 1. An exhaustingly similar match, with no apparent similarities: a sylolog of itself.
2. The longitudinal knowledge (as in the case of scientific enquiry) of an enitity: an 18-hour
sylolog of work in the field.
ex. 'the sylolog of the gene became a text document'
Scott, please re-read my post below, I had already editted the harsh language
Yes, not much on the blog. I could have gone crazy as I was ethernetted up friday, sat. and sun. But I knew I was the only one - and that would be cheating if I just kept on posting materials, when all of y'all were out catching the 'kend. I was in the library. Finding some rather fantastic finds. And preparing my presentation, which I deliver tonight, you can see it at Presentset
I never got as far I wanted, but how I am to really get up and talk about divinity and the search state? I have been reading Spinoza's Ethics with great delight, and finding it to be a sylolog (new word) for today's electronic searching, as a pursuit of good.
Christ, I only want to concern myself with the divine. That is for certain.
In my digging around in the history of psychological thought, I have been getting more agrasped (new word) of the idea of the subconscious. In particular the way William James via Frederic Myers via William James talk about there existing a Mothersea of Activity outside of our brains, capable of retention through memory and knowledge, but that individual consciousness only obtains a bit of the Sea and that little bit becomes us, our known life -- but underneath or around all of us is the chance to be any number of other identities. They look to hysteria, clairvoyance, automatic writing and genius to be evidence of their hypotheses of the subliminal self (especially Frederic Myers.)
These fellows work was shot down at around the turn of the century as psychologists wished to make their work "scientific" leaving work in the subconscious to various "mystic-weirdos and foreign-fiends," not respectable Harvard scientists types. (then, remember our friend Leary is only about 30 years later, meaning Myers/James was to Leary, what Leary is to us.) But you know that scientists have the amazing ablitiy to not factor in their own experience, as only one part of the Mother-Sea, into their sensational science life finding. As if it is unimportant that a scientist was driven to discover something, as a thing, out of pride or avarice, that his EGO IS CORRECT. Nonetheless, I am particularly interested in the way that the idea of the subconcious takes in, as a way of thinking, a fact that the human ego is just flotsam floating in a Sea of eternal possibility. Its particularness is only its unparticulars. W. James even got in hot water by implying that if there was a heaven, then it was not a space, but more like the Mother-Sea all around us - and that we would all be allowed in after death. (Tuff stuff to understand, duh?!?!?!)
Then I was also trying to brush up on my basic philosophy skills. Understanding dualism, non-dualism, causality, contextualism, epistemic cognition, et. al.
Also ran into more library uses for the XML, in the form of DOI (digital object indicators)
, and started to think about that Mother-Sea, as realized in the electric space of knowledge.
But, you know - you fellas, probably knew all this, that it was what I was thinking about this, as I was sending out messages into the Mother-Sea in the form of unspeakables. /OK
Scott, does a man have to say goodbye to dope and masturbation at some point, I don't know
...also, if anyone wants to make a link to my goings-on at tlib - please use this logo
Upon my return from the less populated reaches of Vermont, I'm surprised to see such little movement on the blog. We should all hang out some time soon, those of us in the city,,,
I had fun in Vermont, with the reviewery types, but I grew beleaguered quickly. The conversations were lively and the air genial, but the pace was fierce and the incessant demand of socialization taxing. It's difficult to describe, but my physiological response to the social predicament might have had something to do with the fact that we ate sparingly, subsisting mostly on snacks and then a monster burger in the evenings. (Thom, you know I must eat or I will not be merry; my body chemistry is such that I prefer to burn for energy the calories consumed in a day rather than the tender muscles and organs and brain cells that I hold dear, feeling the nagging emptiness inside.) We were attempting to lead active lifestyles, running and throwing and swimming, so the scant diet did become an issue.
My appetite was further curbed by a nervous stomach, and I became increasingly anxious, probably due to the fact that opportunities for disengaging and chilling out were largely not an option. It did make me think whether or not I was withdrawing from some addiction left behind in the city; this occurred to me in fact when I got home, still reeling from the deleterious effects on my organism, and smoked a bit of weed, which relaxed every tense fiber in my body and allowed my cumulative social anxieties to disperse and metabolize themselves. In a word, I felt better, but I don't mean to suggest that I'm addicted to weed; rather it made me think how valuable a room of one's own is, and how fucked up hanging out with a bunch of beautiful brainy types can be.
It was fun, but made me think, as ever. I can meet and be merry, speak my mind and appreciate the thoughts of others, but I've learned that when a queer conflation of intellect and sex is sequestered and manifested in the wilderness of Vermont, my sensorium grows weary and my will to struggle and rise to the challenge progressively weakens. It was intense and I'm happy I went, happy to be back. Like I said, we should hang out some time this week, Josh, Thom and I -- but I did realize that if I can't beat a retreat to my homestead, fill my tummy, and smoke and read a book at length (this can't be done with avatars of sex and intellect just outside the door, and thankfully I don't have that problem in my apartment), I will feel worn from within and without.
Is it just me, or is saying Bemushroomed
just about the funnest thing in the world???
Sammy, the phallic,
mushroom cat says, "meeowshrroomed" too!!
This took me 6 minutes and 14 seconds
But the structure which determines the sum is the structure of the part-states as constituted by World states,
and this is inaccessible
from within the World,
that is, inacessible
to World parts. No part
can fully represent
so no part of the World
can ever completely reveal
the way it depends on the states
of the World. Thus, from within the World, the parts of the World
do not reveal enough to completely determine
even less that sum which is the whole.
"What'choo talkin' 'bout, Kobe? How you taste now
, fool? Punk-ass, sleeping around on me....."
eek! apologies Josh, forgot to note the byline of the Quantum post. Nice one!
I have the first two Veloso albums, the first two Gil albums, the first two Gal albums, four Mutantes albums, and the manifesto-album. they're all fantastic. also have some early 70s Tom Ze which is by turns smooth and jerky.
the shit is hot.
Sustainable economical order
What should be done to save the planet
If the present number of Earths population is preserved and is reduced only by the means of birth controll, then:
- Birthgiving is licenced. To enhance quality of population , genetically or socially unfit homes will be denied offspring. So that several birth licences can be allowed to families of quality.
- Energy production must be drastically reduced. Electricity is allowed only for the most necessary lighting and communications.
- Food: Hunting is made more efficient. Human diet will include rats and invertebrate animals.
Agriculture moves to small un-mechanized units. All human manure is used as fertilizer.
- Traffic is mostly done with bicycles and rowing boats. Private cars are confiscated. Long-distance travel is done with sparse mass transport. Trees will be planted on most roads.
- Foreign affairs: All mass immigration and most of import-export trade must stop. Cross-border travel is allowed only for small numbers of diplomats and correspondents.
- Business will mostly end . Manufacture is allowed only for well argumented needs. All major manufacturing capacity is state owned. Products will be durable and last for generations.
- Science and schooling: Education will concentrate on practical skills. All competition is rooted out. Technological research is reduced to extreme minimum. But every child will learn how to clean a fish in a way that only the big shiny bones are left over.
Been diggin' a bunch Os Mutantes of late (thanks to Abbey) as well as the early fuzzed out records of Caetano Veloso and Gal Costa and Gilberto Gil. I'm pretty sure that the Os Mutantes members play on ALL of these records. I can't get enough of those psych guitar sounds placed so strangely in the mixes.
I also picked up Basil Kirchin's Quantum that I wrote about yesterday (similarly surprised at its Kim's 11.99 pricetag). When I put it on at first Abbey asked if it was Bjork. Wild organ washes with strange foreign female singing. But then slowed down insects and birds and the howling of Evan Parker took over. Ummm, wow.
A bit bummed that I missed the Ween album there. I think I may try to see them on friday night if I know what is good for me.
, i had the best CD
day of the year yesterday! got my friend Basil's 'Quantum', which I came across by chance at Kim's after having purchased a used copy of the third Os Mutantes album
in its original Polydor CD edition at Other Music. I was happy to see 'Quantum', after JOSH
nicely informed us of its existence, and at 11.99 i just couldn't resist. ditto the live Fennesz album, cos I always did want a live album of his and I finally got what I wanted, although it was pricier. next, looking up from where I found 'Quantum', my gaze alighted upon a marvelous surprise, compounding my music purchasing joy: the new Ween album, 'Quebec'
. All four are splendid and i don't think i can remember a better walkaround afterwork CD time. Needless to say, these discs will provide good times this weekend as I leave with a troupe of NYRB
types to a summer cabin in Vermont.
Elsewhere, Thom thanks for the John Stuart Mill link, 'On Liberty' is indeed a good read, but Stoicism is right there at the base
of rationality, a true Western precursor to the rationality espoused by Mr. Mill. Which is to say, his articulation of the condition of which I wrote is indebted somewhat to the Stoics. There's a passage I can quote to that effect but it's not on hand at the moment. I'll put it up later.
Now that is just a damn beautiful picture.
Can anyone really put this into words? I didn't think so...
It is just beautiful, I believe, it says it all!! Nothing like sports celebrities, sex scandals
and the law
to bring out the natural beauty of technology
It all just goes hand-in-hand!!
As usual, the person lost in a 'anomolous' state of knowledge
I am neither sure of what I am looking for, nor what I may find, at this early point in the information universe, i.e. 2003,
...it seems that my epiphenomenal
action state, is leading me, or led me - occured as finding information regarding a future technology for information sharing, yes, that i believe will help to create sustainable information technology
a proper reality project.
Further that our fellow men are working on work such as this;
WOMCAT: Word Of Mouth Concept: Automating Transitivity.
RSS, What is RSS?
We should see that a path might be clear.
Please see all links. PSAL.
Basil Kirchin must have realised early on that the sounds within sounds are the sounds that resoundingly sound sound. But then again, he was
a virtuosic drummer.
Here, in his own words, he describes his 1973 record Quantum
IF SOMEONE COMES AND ASKS YOU TO WRITE ABOUT A MANNED TRIP TO MARS, OUT OF THE ALMOST INFINITE AMOUNT OF DIFFERENT AREAS AND THEIR RAMIFICATIONS, HOW ON EARTH DOES ONE SORT OUT WHICH TO WRITE ABOUT...ANY ONE OF THEM WOULD NEED PAGES..."QUANTUM" PRESENTS THE SAME PROBLEM, BUT, I SUDDENLY CAUGHT MYSELF THINKING HOW NICE IT WOULD BE IF INSTEAD OF GETTING HUNG UP WITH THE "A C T U A L I T Y" OF EVERYTHING INVOLVED, I JUST REFLECTED WITH YOU ON SOME OF MY FONDEST "FEELINGS" BORN OF THE INDESCRIBABLE TRIP IT BECAME...MOMENTS THAT BRING ME A LITTLE "GLOW" AND WHICH WILL ALSO SERVE TO HELP THE UNDERSTANDING NEEDED FOR "QUANTUM" BECAUSE THEY WOULD BECOME LITTLE MOMENTS OF FAMILIARITY WITHIN THE "EN MASSE" AND ALL THE MOVEMENTS / PARTS OF THE DIFFERENT "LANDSCAPES" IN BETWEEN...SO, MY SIX PRETORIAN GUARD (MUSICIANS), IN PARTICULAR THE FOUR MINDS OF EVAN PARKER, GRAHAM LYONS, KENNY WHEELER AND DARRYL RUNSWICK...MOST OF WHAT THEY PLAY IS "NOT ON THE INSTRUMENT", BUT JUST FOR THE RECORD, SOPRANO SAX, BASSOON, FLUGEL HORN AND BASS...THE SOUNDS MADE BY ALL OUR ANIMALS, AMPLIFIED INSECTS, BIRDS, AND THE TRAM WHICH ON A RAINY DAY IN ZURICH WHEN TURNING A PARTICULAR CORNER WOULD BECOME A COMPLETE ORCHESTRA WITH SECTIONS WHEN "BROUGHT OUT"...THE BIRDS WHO SING "GOD SAVE THE QUEEN" (IN AMONG THE OTHERS) AT THE START OF PART ONE...THE KIDS OF SCHURMATT...SCHURMATT IS IN A VALLEY IN SWITZERLAND WHICH IS INHABITED ONLY BY AUTISTIC CHILDREN, THEIR CARERS, TEACHERS, AND CONTAINS THEIR FLATS, SCHOOLS, GYM, SWIMMING POOL, SHOP ETC AND BEFORE I MET HER, MY WIFE ESTHER HAD A CLASS OF NINE OF HER WON...SPREAD OVER THE NEXT TEN YEARS I SPENT AROUND A YEAR, IN AND OUT, RECORDING THE SOUNDS THESE CHILDREN MAKE WHEN TRYING TO COMMUNICATE...MUSIC IS SOUND AND AS SUCH IS TOTALLY SUBJECT TO THE LAWS OF QUANTUM PHYSICS...IF ONE GOES "DOWN AND DOWN" THROUGH THE MOLECULES ATOMS PROTONS NEUTRONS ELECTRONS TO THE TWO HUNDRED SUB-DIVISIONS OF QUARKS AND PHOTONS, PLUS ALL THEIR "ANTI'S", WHAT WAS WITHIN THE PARAMETERS OF THE HUMAN EAR HAS LONG SINCE DROPPED AWAY AND WHAT BEFORE WAS ABOVE THE LIMITS OF THE HUMAN EAR ARE NOW DRAWN DOWN TO THE LEVEL A HUMAN BEING CAN HEAR...SO, IN EFFECT ONE IS HEARING THINGS NO HUMAN EARS HAVE HEARD BEFORE...THEN THERE ARE SOME OF THE "DUET" PARTS...EVANS DUET WITH THE BIRD AT THE START OF PART TWO, PLUS THE DUET BETWEEN ANREAS (LEFT SPEAKER) AND GABY (RIGHT SPEAKER)...AGAIN, ANDREAS'S DUET WITH THE ROCK GUITARIST WHO IN ONE PLACE SOUNDS AS IF HE'S TRYING TO STRANGLE ANDREAS WHO AT THAT PRECISE MOMENT SOUNDS AS IF HE ACTUALLY WAS BEING STRANGLED...IN PART ONE IN CERTAIN PLACES THERE IS AN ENORMOUS ARCO TYPE BASS SECTION SOUND, IT'S JUST TWO HORNBILLS...THE INTERPLAY BETWEEN BASSOON AND GEESE WHERE ONE SIMPLY CAN NOT TELL WHICH IS WHICH AS THE GEESE FRAGMENT THEIR NOTES PRODUCING NORMAL HARMONICS AS WELL AS CHAIN REACTION HARMONICS TOO...THE INTERPLAY BETWEEN BASS, BASSOON AND ONE OF THE KIDS CALLED DORIS...SOME OF THE ACTUAL MELODY'S / PHRASES SHE INTONES ARE WORTHY OF COLTRANE AND ERIC DOLPHY...THE AMAZEMENT I STILL FEEL WHEN, HEARING HOW "FREE" IT SOUNDS (YET) KNOWING IT'S ACCURATE TO A TWENTY FOURTH OF A SECOND, EVERYTHING RECORDED TO CLICK TRACK AND ON FILM, NOT TAPE INITIALLY, AND IT ALL ACTUALLY STAYS TOGETHER!...THE BEGINNING OF PART SIC (NOT YET RELEASED) IS SIMPLY ONE BOY, ON HIS OWN NOTHING ADDED, AND WHAT GOES OFF IN THE HUMAN BODY WHEN WE TALK IS TRULY UNIMAGINABLE... BASIL KIRCHIN 2003
Hey all, did you hear this crazy story about the patriot act going completely wrong... seriously, there is quite a war going on...
Slashdot reports Sherman Austin in the scope of the State
Google Cache of the Raise the Fist.com
and here is Austin's story raisethefist.com
Sherman Austin vs. the State of New York
Hello, My name is Peter Ingwersen, I am a Danish Information Theorist, I work at the Royal School of Information and Library Science
Did you know that in Danish, if you say "Biblioteksudvikling," you are talking about information management? Well that is probably because you don't speak Danish. That is okay, though,
Hey check out my super fantastic book Information Retrieval Interaction
If you get a chance, because being a Biblioteksudvikling kind of guy, I put the whole darn book right up on the web in an electronic version, published in 2002, converted to PDF from the original manuscript with no changes!! so young boys like yourselves could gobble up my jazzy theory of cogntion and informatio retrieval.
While we are on the topic of information and Denmark, if you get a chance don't miss this nice spread by the Royal Danish Ministry of Foreign Affairs
Denmark is really a nice place, probably because of our well run system of goverment. The principle behind the Scandinavian welfare model is that benefits should be given to all citizens who fulfil the conditions, without regard to employment or family situation. Isn't that neat. This means that there is very little difference between high and low, and rich and poor. And there is very little violence. Of course our little country didn't go stealing africans and forcing them into labor for a hundred and fifty years, hah, hah, hah.
Ok, I must be on my way I am going a tennis match between a deaf woman and a blind man. Denmark is one of the very few countries in the world to have a single sports organisation covering several types of disability. Since 1971 the Danish Association of Sports for the Disabled has worked to promote exercise and competition sports among the deaf, the blind, the physically disabled and the mentally handicapped. Should be fun.
I'm having an easy, mellow time of it this morning because of this:
I'm particularly fond of the Pharaoh Overlord tracks and the Haikara tracks.
Oh and the ones off this:
also, it's about time you took a look at this
, which is a hot exploration of the past, window-like.
hey Thom, have you read up on nootropics for curiosity's sake?
has a concise word or two about it, although this old bulletin-board FAQ with excerpted articles and the like
might also be worth a look. Needless to say, you're already outfitted for a search.