Naked Proof

Installing Arch

2012-01-27T23:40:00.000-08:00

My experience installing Arch Linux.
Today I installed Arch Linux, I was attracted to it by its philosophy of simplicity (leave it up to the user/admin what to install) and it's rolling releases (I love bleeding edge stuff, hipster alert)

Let me sing you the song of my people.

Put in the Arch Linux cd with the "Netinstall Image" burned to it, booted it. And went through the steps.
I ran into an error after going through and selecting a bunch of packages to download -- something like "Ruby depends on yacc, cannot resolve dependency" -- This sucked. "At least I was penning down all my pacakge selections" I thought and figured I should just install a bare bones system anyway and install everything I want AFTER I got the system up and running.

I selected these main packages (which installed without error):
*base
*xfce4
*xorg
*xorg-drivers
*xorg-apps
*xorg-fonts
It booted to a login prompt "login:" which I used root/password and could start xfce4 with "startxfce4"
And began install packages and configuring stuff, its best to do each package one at a time so you can alter the configuration files as needed.

Here's the list of packages I've installed so far (using pacman -S package_name):

vim
firefox
pidgin
xdg-utils (this fixed an error when clicking links in pidgin)
sudo
flashplayer
gimp
audacious
gstreamer0.10-plugins(this is a group of 6 packages including the good, bad, ugly)
mplayer
mirage
wireshark
nodejs
slim(this is the login manager I chose)

and I've removed:

vi
nano

I've added these lines to /etc/rc.local

#remove pc speaker kernel module
rmmod pcspkr

#command aliases
alias vi='vim'
alias python='python2'
alias ll='ls -l'
alias la='ls -a'

and /etc/rc.conf was kept default from the initial settings besides this line:

DAEMONS=(syslog-ng network crond slim dhcpcd)

We added slim and dhcpcd (networking is a pain during the install, I had to run dhcpcd (got lucky from autocomplete trying to run 'dhclient') in another tty.)

This was error that gave me trouble:

[root@none etc]# pacman -Q node.js
warning: database file for 'community' does not exist
error: package 'node.js' was not found

I fixed it by running: pacman -Syy
which does a Sync and yy refreshes the database files from the server (even if they appear up to date).

That's it for now. Going to restart now to see if that DAEMONS line will work. Godspeed you black emperor!

OOPS! formatted my windows partition (ntfs) with Ubuntu 10.10 (ext3/4)

2012-01-26T13:49:00.000-08:00

This happened a while back, and took me a while to realize what I had done. I've just recently been seduced by Arch Linux and wanting to check it out, I need a place to install it and fiddle. Having that harddrive that I've left unplugged due to some hope of data recovery, I begin the journey of said data recovery. Here is the song of my people.

nak@none:~/recover$ sudo dd if=/dev/sdb of=./recover.img

I create a directory to work in (recover) and use dd to copy all the bytes from the harddrive to a file, I put a .img extension because I don't know if it would be considered an ISO or what... it's just the raw byte-age of the disc.
I plan to take recover.img and run it through `foremost` -- until then I wait for ~250 billion bytes to be copied from one drive to the other drive.

--after washing dishes and listening to a minimal techno mix--

488397168+0 records in
488397168+0 records out
250059350016 bytes (250 GB) copied, 3058.94 s, 81.7 MB/s

alright! So I downloaded and installed the latest version of foremost:

wget http://foremost.sourceforge.net/pkg/foremost-1.5.7.tar.gz
tar zxvf foremost-1.5.7.tar.gz
cd foremost...etc
make
sudo make install

foremost -t all -v -T -q -i recover.img

Finish: Thu Jan 26 14:45:29 2012

88528 FILES EXTRACTED

jpg:= 27888
gif:= 7371
bmp:= 1723
wmv:= 237
mp4:= 28
rif:= 2851
htm:= 718
ole:= 560
zip:= 1225
rar:= 112
exe:= 22253
png:= 23084
mpg:= 2
pdf:= 476
------------------------------------------------------------------

Foremost finished at Thu Jan 26 14:45:29 2012

...and now I've got a bunch of files (and corrupted files) that I may or may not trudge through to see if there's anything that I forgot I needed.

Peace out, hope this helps someone.

O anon...

2012-01-25T18:41:00.001-08:00

Well according to my studies, everything is a metaphor, or abstraction of a signal that is processed out of the eternal cosmic background radiation. How this occurs is similar to pointing a camera at a television screen displaying what the camera is seeing, the "infinite mirrors" effect. The camera is constantly feeding information off of itself from itself and displaying that information back again. So, in order for the universe to divide and "make sense" out of itself, we climb the ladder of sanity out of the primordial chaos. Each rung that we climb is a step towards abstraction and away from "hard reality". Now, how we go about explaining the mechanism of metaphor is based on what direction we are looking (metaphorically) and where we start in our journey to explain and find cause-effect relationships.

There is no one-hundred percent correct objective answer (one could say) that can be wrapped up in abstractions attempting to describe itself. I'm a republican.

Node.JS Bitmap Steganography

2012-01-21T21:12:00.000-08:00

http://abovesobelow.com:3000 <-- Link if it's still active.

I don't really know what to say, go look at the link, there's a video explaining it.

I was messing up the algo for a while, finally got it down today. The image on the right is the stego image, the image on the left is the original. The difference is barely perceptible.

Some stego programs use only the least significant BIT, so the change is even less perceptible, however you're only able to fit 1/4 as much data into a bitmap file, always trade-offs.

Defending against Reaver

2012-01-12T18:24:00.000-08:00

Recently a tool, Reaver, was released which brute forces WPS keys (I haven't looked at the source, but it should also be checking to see if the responses from the router will give out any information on partial key guesses):

An attacker can derive information about the correctness of parts the PIN from the AP ́s responses.

If the attacker receives an EAP-NACK message after sending M4, he knows that the 1 half
of the PIN was incorrect.

If the attacker receives an EAP-NACK message after sending M6, he knows that the 2 half
of the PIN was incorrect.

[From this PDF]
Anyway, turn of WPS from your router settings to protect from this sort of attack. Here's an example from a Netgear router:

And yep it should :)

Send me more screenshots of your own particular router if you want me to post them. @uberscientist on twitter, or email me uberscientist@gmail.com

Corpus Errorum Biologicorum

2012-01-08T20:12:00.000-08:00

But exactly the distinctive work of science is the modification, the reconstruction, the abandonment of old ideas; the construction of new ones on the basis of observation. This however is a distressing operation, and many refuse to undergo it; even many whose work is the practice of scientific investigation. The old ideas persist along with the new observations; they form the basis - often unconsciously - for many of the conclusions that are drawn.

This is what has occurred in the study of heredity. A burden of concepts and definitions has come down from pre-experimental days; the pouring of the new wine of experimental knowledge into these has resulted in confusion. And this confusion is worse confounded by the strange and strong propensity of workers in heredity to flout and deny and despise the observations of the workers in environmental action; the equally strange and strong propensity of students of environmental effects to flout and deny and despise the work on inheritance. If one accepts the affirmative results of both sets, untroubled by their negations, untroubled by definitions that have come from the past, there results a simple, consistent and useful body of knowledge; though with less pretentious claims than are set forth by either single set.

Our first fallacy springs from the situation just described. It is:

I.     The fallacy of non-experimental judgments, in matters of heredity and development. . . .

Our second general fallacy is one that appears in the interpretation of observational and experimental results; it underlies most of the special fallacies seen in genetic biology. This is the fallacy that Morley in his life of Gladstone asserts to be the greatest affliction of politicians; it is indeed a common plague of humanity. It is:

II.     The fallacy of attributing to one cause what is due to many causes.

III.     The fallacy of concluding that because one factor plays a role, another does not; the fallacy of drawing negative conclusions from positive observations. . . .

IV.    The fallacy that the characteristics of organisms are divisible into two distinct classes; one due to heredity, the other to environment. . . .

VII.     The fallacy of basing conclusions on implied premises that when explicitly stated are rejected. . . .

Many premises influencing reasoning are of this hidden, unconscious type. Such ghostly premises largely affect biological reasoning on the topics here dealt with; they underlie several of the fallacies already stated, and several to come. . . .

VIII.     The fallacy that showing a characteristic to be hereditary proves that it is not alterable by the environment. . . ,

IX.    The fallacy that showing a characteristic to be altered by the environment proves that it is not hereditary. . . .

It appears indeed probable, from the present state of knowledge and the trend of discovery, that the following sweeping statements will ultimately turn out to be justified: -

(1)    All characteristics of organisms may be altered by changing the genes; provided we can learn how to change the proper genes.

(2) _ All characteristics may be altered by changing the environmental conditions under which the organism develops; provided that we learn what conditions to change and how to change them.

(3)    Any kind of change of characteristics that can be induced by altering genes, can likewise be induced (if we know how) by altering conditions. (This statement is open to more doubt than the other two; but it is likely eventually to be found correct.) . . .

X.    The fallacy that since all human characteristics are hereditary, heredity is all-important in human affairs, environment therefore unimportant. . . .

XI.    The fallacy that since all important human characteristics are environmental, therefore environment is all-important, heredity unimportant, in human affairs. (247)                                             H. S. Jennings

Installing Reaver 1.2 on Ubuntu

2011-12-30T13:57:00.000-08:00

Hello internet,
I've been hearing all about this tool "Reaver":

Reaver implements a brute force attack against Wifi Protected Setup (WPS) registrar PINs in order to recover WPA/WPA2 passphrases, as described in http://sviehb.files.wordpress.com/2011/12/viehboeck_wps.pdf

1) Download (I downloaded the latest tar.gz, 1.2)
2) Ungzip, untar: `tar xvfz reaver-1.2.tar.gz`
3) Install dependencies: `sudo apt-get install libpcap-dev`
4) config, make install:
`./configure`
`make`
`sudo make install`

5)now type `reaver` at the command line to see usage :)

You'll also probably want the aircrack-ng suite if you haven't done any wifi cracking/recon/diddling before...

~NOW~
I'm going to just type out what I'm doing as I go along to actually use reaver.

1) `sudo airodump-ng eth1` checking the BSSIDs and looking for my WPA2 AP.
2) `sudo airmon-ng start eth1`
3) exit, then open reaver `sudo reaver -i eth1 -b 00:11:22:33:44:55 -c 11 -vv`

Now... I'm not sure if it's doing it's magick, I'll check wireshark soon, and maybe read the paper about the vulnerability, but I'm in skirpt kiddy mode at the moment.

*edit*
It wasn't doing it's magic. My card doesn't support packet INJECTION, oh well maybe someday I'll get a real man's wifi interface.

Good luck!

Also here's someone actually running the attack:

Means and Ends

2011-12-25T22:55:00.000-08:00

Means: The patterns, process, actions, keys, words. Myriad of multitude.
Ends: The realization, fruition, completion. Result. Done.

To confuse these, brings me pain.

This is important, and I will not waste my time with people who do not realize the pain this confusion brings about.

Becoming harsh again, crystallizing the molten psyche. From void to steel. Strength from weakness. Order and disorder from chaos. Chao, prime.

But with a smile. Cookies with a smile.

I've been a fanatic on every front in my life, at one point or another... fanaticism is the result of confusing means and ends.
(That is not written in E-Prime, pretend it was... pretend everything is spoken and written in e-prime)

Again.

I re-read what I wrote and even in such a small amount of time I can nit-pick myself over my generalizations. Everyone has the potential to be someone special... but they are also simulacrum. Both are loved, both light and darkness ripping, tearing, loving, playing, verbing everywhere.

Aum, um
Say. Ah. Ah. Ah. Reeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee.
Bondage, constriction, division, outline, quanta, package, dollar, restriction, restraint, holding form, stability, four, chariot, emperor, cycle, repeat.
Release, exhale, smoke, formless, flow, energy, chaos, unpredictable, spending dollar, air, the four suits, de-scrambled eggs.

Any[thing] True Will to be Discovered == Cutie mark to be earned

The Power

2011-12-25T20:02:00.001-08:00

The ghost of done #1

2011-12-24T12:36:00.001-08:00

(01:34:07 PM) uberscientist@gmail.com/7C56C041: ooh... some sort of autobanning thing
(01:34:17 PM) uberscientist@gmail.com/7C56C041: by selecting "invisible mods"
(01:34:28 PM) uberscientist@gmail.com/7C56C041: people who legitamately flag bannable posts
(01:34:39 PM) uberscientist@gmail.com/7C56C041: are secretly added to "mod list"
(01:34:49 PM) uberscientist@gmail.com/7C56C041: and if 51% of the secret list flags an image
(01:34:56 PM) uberscientist@gmail.com/7C56C041: AUTO-B&

Read about the ghost of done here!

Harlequin, Scaramouche

2011-12-20T23:02:00.000-08:00

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Scaramouche

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Harlequin

Those guys whaaaaaaaaaaaat!

Zwarte Piet

2011-12-19T19:55:00.000-08:00

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Zwarte_Piet

The largest Sinterklaas celebration in Western Canada, slated for 3 December 2011 in New Westminster, British Columbia, was cancelled for the first time since its inception in 1985 after clashes of opinion surrounding the traditional character Zwarte Piet or "Black Peter". Rather than leaving out Zwarte Piet, the organizers decided to cancel the festivities as a whole, because, as spokesperson Tako Slump of the organization said: ^[13]

"We got a lot of replies back from our customers in the Dutch community," he said. "It became pretty clear to us that we love Sinterklaas and we can't have it without Black Peter. Those two go together,"

Source Open

2011-12-14T15:29:00.001-08:00

Nice, I like the term "source open"
I know that feel bro.

No Android?
While I was compiling this list, I thought hard about putting Android on. It's hard to argue that Android is unimportant in 2011, isn't it? Absolutely. It's also, unfortunately, hard to make a strong case for Android as an open source project.
Sure, Google lobs some source over the wall when it gets around to it – but Android development happens mostly behind closed doors. There's little opportunity for the millions of Android fans and potential hackers around the world to influence Android development unless they happen to work for Google or one of its partner companies.
It's great that Google releases the code, but it's more of a "source open" project than an open source project.

http://www.linux.com/news/featured-blogs/196-zonker/524082-the-10-most-important-open-source-projects-of-2011

Node, Express, Redis, Jade, Ayn Rand

2011-12-10T23:02:00.001-08:00

More winning answers from today:
http://github.com/mranney/node_redis/issues/60
http://stackoverflow.com/questions/5748087/using-javascript-code-in-jade-views-ifvariable-shows-undefined-instead-of-pa

Instead of using ANOTHER npm package, I figured I can just call a function from inside the callback function that looks like this:

function renderPage(view, res, renderObject){
res.render(view, renderObject);
}

view = 'login'
res = response from the route
renderObject = the modified object (we put Redis data in this one) from inside the callback that we want to pass to Jade.

THIS IS BECAUSE YOU CANT CALL res.render MORE THAN ONCE PER ROUTE!!!! but you CAN CALL THAT EXTERNAL FUNCTION AS MUCH AS YOU WANT~ (I think)

Also just discussed "social chess" and then thought about a hypothesis that Ayn Rand was more autistic on the spectrum, googled in order to see others with similar thoughts:
http://www.wrongplanet.net/postt33433.html

Lisa Frank-esque stockings

2011-12-10T11:42:00.001-08:00

Love this.
Reminds me of Lisa Frank from elementary school. I also loved those folders. THE COLORS!

Passing array from node.js express to jade template client side javascript jquery

2011-12-10T11:40:00.001-08:00

And stackoverflow to the rescue again!
I was trying to pass a variable (an array) to the Jade templating engine in order to manipulate it on the cient side javascript, but it was a pain in the butt, the accepted answer worked here:

http://stackoverflow.com/questions/7681821/passing-objects-to-client-in-node-express-jade

Thanks internet!

rhyme

2011-12-07T21:52:00.001-08:00

In my years of eccentric study,
My mind may very well seem muddy,
But I have found
universe to be bound
by only
mysterious truth

Richard Stallman Pony

2011-12-07T17:40:00.001-08:00

GNU Hurd is the GNU project's kernel (in contrast to the popular Linux kernel)
Richard Stallman as My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic character. Made with the GIMP :-)

Reference:

End of year lucky winner!

2011-12-06T09:12:00.001-08:00

from:		David Mauricio Diaz Morales dmdiazmo@unal.edu.co
reply-to:		hpcorporation-hpgrant@hotmail.co.uk
to:
date:		Tue, Dec 6, 2011 at 8:00 AM
subject:		End Of Year Winner
mailed-by:		unal.edu.co

David Mauricio Diaz Morales dmdiazmo@unal.edu.co

8:00 AM (2 hours ago)

to undisclosed recipients

You emerge the End of year lucky winner in uk promo send your details for more informations

* * *

Worst scamming attempt ever.

Unless... maybe I am really emerge lucky UK promo winner?! :D

My 2011 Books Read List

2011-12-05T09:47:00.001-08:00

These here books I've read this year so far, and by golly it's December already!
I tried to put them in chronological order (unless I list 2 books by the author like Burroughs and Moore), but I'm bad at time and space, and really most things. But I get by.

The Book - Alan Watts
Stranger in a Strange Land - Robert Heinlein
A Dirty Job; Fool - Christopher Moore
The Illuminatus! Trilogy - Robert Shea and Robert Anton Wilson
Neuromancer - William Gibson
The Electronic Revolution; Naked Lunch - William S. Burroughs
The White People - Arthur Machen
Tropic of Capricorn - Henry Miller
Program or Be Programmed 10: Commandments for the Digital Age - Douglass Rushkoff
Natural Law or Don't Put a Rubber on Your Willy - Robert Anton Wilson
The Center of The Cyclone: An Autobiography of Inner Space - John C. Lilly

Of course there's more partials, references bla bla bla but these were the "front to backs" that I can remember of 2011!

My Read List on Goodreads

Argh

2011-12-04T14:53:00.001-08:00

(03:00:21 PM) ladyfinley2@aol.com: hi.
(03:00:46 PM) uberscientist@gmail.com/C63395DE: hiya I was wondering how we got connected
(03:00:53 PM) ladyfinley2@aol.com: hey whats up? 22/F here. you?
(03:01:00 PM) uberscientist@gmail.com/C63395DE: but Ive since found out that a lot of G+ contacts were automatically added
(03:01:08 PM) ladyfinley2@aol.com: hmm. have we chatted before?
(03:01:27 PM) uberscientist@gmail.com/C63395DE: I don't know
(03:01:36 PM) ladyfinley2@aol.com: oh ok. i wasnt sure. anyways.. whats up?
(03:02:04 PM) uberscientist@gmail.com/C63395DE: Well, just finished watching some channel frederator and I'm looking for a thread on a forum so I can post this guy's art page
(03:02:05 PM) uberscientist@gmail.com/C63395DE: http://www.antonygormley.com/sculpture/chronology
(03:02:14 PM) ladyfinley2@aol.com: im like so boreddddddddd.... theres nothing to do
(03:02:26 PM) ladyfinley2@aol.com: ohhh wait! i got a idea. have you ever watched a girl strip on a cam before?
(03:02:30 PM) uberscientist@gmail.com/C63395DE: argh

Baby Lock:BL402 Proteze (Serger)

2011-12-04T13:07:00.001-08:00

What she likes about this machine
I bought it second hand. The lady who owned it before me had upgraded to the Evolve after owning this one for 2 months. As a result I got it for a very good price (original price was approx US$600) from my local shop. Definately one of the best buys I ever made.
It is very versitile in it's stitches as it is a 2/3/4 thread machine hence it can be used in very many ways expect as coverstitch.
It is easy to use very nicely colour coded throughout and all parts are easily assesible. The roll hem is absolutely lovely and I am turning into a roll hem geek with this machine.
It is light enough to carry around to sewing weekends at my friends place.
I try to use my babylock as much as I can and to make that happen I did an overlocker course by the sewing shop. After the course I was not longer just able to use it I could understand it. Good seams are now happening because I know what I am doing, no longer nice accidents that I forget before I finished.
I had to concede that I needed a sewingmachine and have bought one but really only use it for things that can't be done with my babylock It is my machine of choice to use.
What she does not like about this machine
I had to learn how to thread it and that was hard as it is a bit bitsy and tempramental there. But once I fully understood the how and why of overlocking this becaem relatively easy.
Yes it is manual threading but I don't have any issues with that

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LED Juggling balls

2011-11-29T23:09:00.001-08:00

The AstroBrite pictured above

Price: ~$8

Batteries: Uses a 2016 cell battery, ~20 hours

Bright colored LED Bean Ball – Green LED
Push button switch for easy on/off
Battery run time: 20 hours
Two long life, replaceable 3V Lithium 2016 coin-cell batteries included
Diameter: 2.8" (71.12 mm)
Weight: 4.48 oz. (127.01 g)

Zeekio LED Stage Balls

Price: ~$8

85 g weight

Replaceable batteries: 3x LR44 or AG13 type

2.7" diameter

Boing Ball

Price: ~$6

Small Boing Ball is 2" diameter.
Large Boing Ball is 2 3/4" diameter.

3 light modes (constant color, slow phaseand fast phase) and 7 colors -- pushbutton

I think I heard a youtube video say 3x AAA batteries

Feeling good

2011-11-28T22:30:00.001-08:00

Silly huh, how it can be, how sensitive the balancing board is atop the pyramid.
FEELING GOOD LIKE I KNEW I WOULD, BUT THEN AGAIN!
Nah, crazy hug, wiggle kiss. Broken belly drop the abyss.
A coin purse falls without a shuffle, a wind blows in between the hustle,
A keyboard clicks, and clacks away, the spacebar punctuating, every day
A billowing basket of cream timbuktus... a swallow sings of fallen dews
A chilly brim, of the cast not thrown, to the stars in the seas sown
A pillow in crevice, a rock in head, a willow weeps in the yucks bread.
The philly in ravenclaw, the pilloux in flambert... how can it ever be hurt
A uneasy tummy waits for the worst, the warm fouz absorb the blurt
Now over, turning and treacherous... where once stood the friend, glad smiling, glad riling the fellow instead learned...

112258 588.780704 xx.165.68.xxx 192.168.2.2 TCP [TCP Dup ACK 112246#4] 41829 > ssh [ACK] Seq=67889 Ack=47520289 Win=12240 Len=0 TSV=1505778 TSER=243094585 SLE=47523169 SRE=47530369

Student as [OFFENSIVE WORD]

2011-11-26T13:29:00.001-08:00

Another section "randomly" snagged from the main article:

The democratic ideal--to which even the most conservative collegetrustees usually give lip service--means government of, by andfor the people. It means power in the hands of the people. Ourschools, however, remain less suited to this ideal than to anauthoritarian society; they are more effective in teaching obediencethan in fostering freedom Our textbooks may teach one kind ofpolitical system but the method by which our schools operate teachesanother And the method wins out over the textbooks overwhelmingly.A more substantial degree of democracy will become likely onlywhen we understand that political freedom is not merely a constitutionalmatter; it's also a state of mind, which can be either nurturedor blighted in school

I might decide to read the article sometime into the youtubes. But then again... I may decide on a different path.

The Student as [PROGRAMMED TO CENSOR]

2011-11-23T23:22:00.001-08:00

Everyone is an artist. It's how we live that determines if our art is showcased in walmart, the side of a dumpster or the gallery.

In fact, as long as a heavy preponderance of a nation's citizensare "good students" and are in some way rewarded fortheir performance, then dissenters and radical thinkers are nothreat and can be permitted to express their opinions relativelyunmolested. In the United States, free expression, to the extentthat we have it, is a luxury commodity made available by the highstandard of living and by the efficient functioning of such disguisedforms of repression as schooling.

W: Failed to fetch http://security.ubuntu.com/ubuntu/dists/lucid-security/Release.gpg Something wicked happened resolving 'security.ubuntu.com:http' (-5 - No address associated with hostname)

2011-11-12T10:07:00.001-08:00

Fix'd thanks to: this post.

I had the same error on a new install. It looked like a DNS issue. So I configured my network connection to use OpenDNS directly, rather than via my router. That seems to have solved the problem.

Right-click network icon, select "edit connections"
Select the connection you are using at the moment.
Click "edit"
Select the "IPv4 settings" tab
Set method to "Automatic (DHCP) addresses only"
Then input "208.67.222.222, 208.67.220.220" into the DNS servers box

Exit, reset the network connection and retry "apt-get update"

Weird that my ISPs DNS doesn't resolve some of the addresses now :/

Technology

2011-11-08T19:18:00.000-08:00

(08:15:32 PM) uberscientist: ok going to strong arm this into submission
(08:15:42 PM) uberscientist: and going to easily make it feel good
(08:15:50 PM) uberscientist: too good to be bad anymore
(08:15:56 PM) uberscientist: yeyeye

The One Hundred Percent

2011-11-07T18:03:00.000-08:00

The remarkable speech on "money" from the movie "Network":

You have meddled with the primary forces of nature, Mr Beale, and I won't have it! Is that clear?

You think you merely stopped a business deal. That is not the case. The Arabs have taken billions of dollars out of this country, and now they must put it back! It is ebb and flow, tide and gravity. It is ecological balance.

You are an old man who thinks in terms of nations and peoples. There are no nations. There are no peoples. There are no Russians. There are no Arabs. There are no Third Worlds. There is no West. There is only one holistic system of systems. One vast and immane, interwoven, interacting, multi-varied, multi-national dominion of dollars. Petro-dollars, electro-dollars, multi-dollars, reichmarks, rands, rubles, pounds and shekels.

It is the international system of currency which determines the totality of life on this planet. That is the natural order of things today. That is the atomic, and sub-atomic and galactic structure of things today.

And YOU have meddled with the primal forces of nature. And you will atone.

Am I getting through to you, Mr Beale?

You get up on your little twenty-one inch screen and howl about America and democracy. There is no America. There is no democracy. There is only IBM and ITT and AT&T, and DuPont, Dow, Union Carbide and Exxon. Those are the nations of the world today.

What do you think the Russians talk about in their Councils of State? Karl Marx? They get out their linear programming charts, statistical decision theories, mini-max solutions, and compute the price-cost probabilities of their transactions and investments, just like we do.

We no longer live in a world of nations and ideologies, Mr Beale. The world is a college of corporations, inexorably determined by the immutable bye-laws of of business. The world is a business, Mr Beale. It has been since man crawled out of the slime.

And our children will live, Mr Beale, to see that ... perfect ... world in which there is no war nor famine, oppression or brutality. One vast and ecumenical holding company for whom all men will work to serve a common profit. In which all men will hold a share of stock.

All necessities provided. All anxieties tranquilized. All boredom amused.

***

Watch the clip here

Are you mad at me for loving the robots?

2011-11-07T17:22:00.000-08:00

Or are you mad at me for not loving the robots?

Dead now, aged 24. Was the "life experiment" worth it? How do we quantify the results? Remove the chip from my head recording my internal chemical yogas?
The levels and combinations of serotonin, dopamine and endorphins that correlate to a state of consciousness?
Cut up my 60 frames per second life and create a spectrum analysis of perceived "good times","bad times" and the "rest"?

Initial conditions were set. Results followed.

Breaking away from your previous self, life, the forces, languages, technology that have formed you (...and you it.)

Are you mad that I'm talking about our experiment on the internet? This damned experiment, and I feel you wiggle in my guts... is it joy or agony?

I know. We came together in the womb, and I've had you all along, and you've had me. But that's a load of shit, just like the rest of the dogma being crammed in my head about what is going on.

Just experiencing non-euclidean geometry gives you the ability to make an artificial intelligence that surpasses any entity that currently resides on Earth (including yourself). So check yourself before you make everything again, once more a failure of a joke that has been told one two many times.

The body keeps wriggling after the stab wounds. The essence vital has taken its leave... robots...

To die at 27

2011-11-07T16:38:00.000-08:00

I am going to die at the young age of 27 years old.

That means I have about 3 years to live, probably closer to 2.

Unless of course, the eternality of the universe is revealed for a split-second-forever in December 2012, which cures my lifedeath disease and I can get beyond the "miracle" of the jizzing copies of myself, loving, hating, eating and shitting cycle[s].

State my assumptions:
1. The universe as I per sieve it behaves in totality hydromechanically -- of course this is a metaphor, which is the universe of itself.

2. I am going to die at age 27..

3. There is no assumption 3...

False Apophenic Connections:
1. 3 to the 3rd is 27 (The Holy Trinity contained within itself)

2. Letters in the Illuminated English Alphabet == 27

3. Everything comes in threes (unless it's fives of course)

4. 2+7 = 9, Yesod, the base, flow of eternal cosmic energy

5. 2 in binary is 010, 7 in binary is 111 -- the outer digits change, the inner "oneness" remains. "The rumors of my death have been greatly exaggerated"

That Being said!

Everything is True, and YOU NEED TO GET A JOB. Make it snappy barista, I've got things to do, I only have 2 years left to live anyway.

You ask me what my five year plan is as some sort of sick joke? Ha. I'll burn in hell for that one, good job. Where can you get real cigarettes made from real screaming, pleading, begging people anyway? Ah, it's all just a delusion anyway.
And you ask me why I focus on the darkness? With my previous lives emancipated from their hiding places in the folds of my brain meat... I see... THE BLACK MEAT AT THE END OF YOUR HOOK DRAGGING THE BLEEDING WORDS FROM MY TONGUE. I mean, you know, rainbows are cool, its all colors. It's not your fault at all, you're nothing but an innocent guilty pleasure.

I drink the Pepsi(R) and cum inside the empty can.

The Coca-Cola faction is not going to be happy about that. Mac versus PC, Red versus Blue! I'm cumming inside, and sending it off the the recycling plant to make more illusions. That's how it's always been, that's how we conservatives like it.

An unsatisfactory kiss. You finding nothing more to drink from this hell bound face and leave me. I kiss Maya in form of sheet and pillow, still nothing but going through the motions.

The flames below me are dying out, the eternal keepers distracted by their chasing of abstractions carved with metaphors out of boundries between one another.
I see. I judge. Humanity.
They speak of their "faith being restored in humanity" -- smells like ouroborus shit if you ask me. Sort of like the Sesame Street "Believe in yourself" message.
But the message isn't important, what's important is that while I was growing up they had a screen playing sounds and images.
What's important is you're reading this on a screen, programmed, controlled both by flaw and divine guidance.

Flaw is just a concatenation and abbreviation of Fundemental and Law.

"One owes discretion to oneself at some point" -- someone I read recently thought Freud said that at some point, but I also found it here in this GREAT LIVEJOURNAL POST.

Keep it foolish

Don't VistaPrint -- Beware

2011-11-07T15:02:00.000-08:00

tl;dr: Your address is going to start getting paper spam, aka mailers from VistaPrint and other companies like Stamps.com

I ordered some business cards from VistaPrint, they were "OK" -- my dad got some of the free ones too... great great.

I am not complaining about the quality (which is OK...) I'm complaining about them sending PAPER to my address that I did not ask for. And giving my address to "other" internet retailers (like stamps.com)
I just got a package from them with a CD in it (can you take me back to AOL years please?!)

This really pisses me off.

To get off the physical mailing list you HAVE TO WRITE THEM A SPECIFIC LETTER (without malicious chemical/biological agents)

So. If you need business cards, might as well do them locally. Even if it costs a few extra dollars then their mailers won't "cost" as much to send to your address.

Craigslist phone # skimming bots?

2011-11-06T10:01:00.000-08:00

I posted an ad recently which I recieved a prompt response from "NickBlackwell85@yahoo.com" that only had this in the message body:

** CRAIGSLIST ADVISORY --- AVOID SCAMS BY DEALING LOCALLY
** Avoid: wiring money, cross-border deals, work-at-home
** Beware: cashier checks, money orders, escrow, shipping
** More Info: http://www.craigslist.org/about/scams

What's your number?

http://phoenix.craigslist.org/nph/sys/2687088704.html

To which I responded:

I can give you a call/text, what's your number? (just to make sure this isn't a # harvesting bot)

And have not yet received a response.

Just a heads up!

Educational Links

2011-11-04T22:50:00.000-07:00

Tonight, I feel like sharing some of my favorite, most enlightening links to videos and ideas that have helped me gain a better idea of "WIGO" (What Is Going On -- to borrow a General Semantics term).

(Thanks to Quora) Fourier Transforms:

Simplest: Gain basic insight as to "what it is"
To dig deeper, and think about it: Understanding the Fourier Transform

Linux Assembly (just reference, I'm a complete noob):

Suffix those links Coding Philosophy:

"I hate almost all software." - Ryan Dahl

Python Paradox - Paul Graham
Linux from scratch (Audience page)

More to come later. This wasn't the best list, but it will have to do for now.

Zentai Twilight Sparkle!

2011-10-31T17:07:00.000-07:00

Thank god someone did it! Awesome.

See: This prior blog posting

Getting redis 2.2.2 on Ubuntu 10.04 LTS

2011-10-21T20:59:00.000-07:00

Found instructions here

sudo add-apt-repository ppa:bitpusher/ppa; sudo apt-get update; sudo apt-get upgrade

Creative VFO260 works in Skype

2011-10-20T21:50:00.000-07:00

To get my Creative VFO260 webcam to work with skype I have to run it with the "v4l2convert.so" shared object loaded:

env LD_PRELOAD=/usr/lib/libv4l/v4l2convert.so skype

you can create a launcher with that as the "command" so you won't have to run from terminal every time.

MOAR from the wikipedia:

The dynamic linker can be influenced into modifying its behavior during either the program's execution or the program's linking. Examples of this can be seen in the run-time linker manual pages for various Unix-like systems^[1]^[2]^[3]^[4]^[5]. A typical modification of this behavior is the use of the LD_LIBRARY_PATH and LD_PRELOAD environment variables. These variables adjust the runtime linking process by searching for shared libraries at alternative locations and by forcefully loading and linking libraries that would otherwise not be loaded and linked, respectively.

I do not know what kind of code is in the shared object that we are loading, but it works for me :)

Old domains, new life

2011-10-19T19:47:00.000-07:00

I decided to see if anyone has been using old domains that I bought and let go of, here's one that has been taken over and is being used:
http://technosafari.com/

Good!

These are being hoarded:
http://whitecoatlabs.com
http://zomgz.com

...and the rest are available for "purchase"!

Running in circles

2011-10-18T23:30:00.000-07:00

I check to see if anyone has sent me an email.
Is there a little red rectangle with a number in it on my facebook. What will I do today in order to get attention.
Getting attention...
Attention is so valuable, and flexible.
360 degrees times infinity or the focus of the precious prick of a pin tip, and any grades between.

In myself, I see how my attention dilates and contracts on various "ideas" or ""BOB"s" one may even say.

Attention, giving and receiving of such an energy.
Pay with Attention please.
May I have some of your "time"?
ATTENTION!
Direct your attention.
Contemplate your attention.
Let your attention, drift.
Does your attention control you? Or do you control your attention?
What is attention... really?
What is Momentum? What is "psychic energy"?
Questions that have your attention, have my attention.
Judgements now being made, we're processing what has taken our attention, labeling, internalizing, integrating

Social integration, in sociology and other social sciences, is the movement of minority groups such as ethnic minorities, refugees and underprivileged sections of a society into the mainstream of societies. Members of the minority groups thus gain full access to the opportunities, rights and services available to the members of the mainstream.

attention? mainstream attention please, you want to become mainstream culture.
You want to become mainstream culture.
Are you paying attention to why we have a government? Why we have national public radio? Why we have PBS? Why everything should be free including the slaves?
Your attention please. We love to do what we do, we've convinced ourselves that our lives are worth it, sitting in front of screen typing into a machine connected to a bunch of other machines with people connected to machines through a screen to a bunch of other machines. Is that the mainstream now? Where does the mainstream come from, and where does it go?
Too many questions for an outsider to answer, no, I am mainstream.
I am the cutting hull of the Titanic against the iceberg of Mainstream, the truth splashing into the firey belly of the beast, the main stream of water just destroying lives and fires and passions and possibilities and making a stroke with a cosmic brush.
Only a smallish boy-girl said "Cosmic" before her-his attention was "caught" by a flying sardine whistle.
It's quite unfortunate that such a platonic relationship could occur between a hexahedron and a icosahedron, their prisms could shine with jisms.
Attention is just Stumbling and Bumbling... all ov Rs olivers o-livers all of ours

Cepia - Dowry

2011-10-18T22:12:00.000-07:00

I post this song because I think I love it.
Around 1:30 I die, and it makes me cry a little.
&lt;p&gt;&amp;amp;amp;lt;br&amp;amp;amp;gt;s&amp;amp;amp;lt;br&amp;amp;amp;gt;&lt;/p&gt;

Pony Chat

2011-10-18T14:56:00.000-07:00

I realized that I haven't made a blog post about my little project that I've been sculpting in order to learn my way around some new technologies.

Your Pony Chat

It uses Node.js, Socket.io and jQuery to do all the heavy lifting, I'm just a kid playing with legos :)

I know quite a bit of my energy has gone into this project, and I've been writing, and reading as always. Have gone out a little, interacted with the masses, and the individuals. I have been feeling extremely low energy the past couple days. Maybe it was all the maker faire/#occupy/party fun-times... or maybe it's my brain craving nicotine again. NO BRAIN, NO! Silly brain. Maybe it's the sleeping in until 10am, maybe it's staying up until 2... maybe it's not eating enough calories or eating the right kinds of food. Maybe its the lack of someone or something interesting, or maybe its too much interesting. Maybe it's the lack of the predator on my tail... even though I imagined that I would give up and be consumed if the situation arose.

Oh well. Maybe I'll do some video editing, that's fun and creative.

beep boop!

Enneagram Results

2011-10-17T21:12:00.001-07:00

INFP - "Questor". High capacity for caring. Emotional face to the world. High sense of honor derived from internal values. 4.4% of total population.

Take Free Jung Personality Test
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Enneagram Test Results

Type 1	Perfectionism	\|\|\|\|\|\|	26%
Type 2	Helpfulness	\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|	46%
Type 3	Image Awareness	\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|	53%
Type 4	Sensitivity	\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|	66%
Type 5	Detachment	\|\|\|\|	13%
Type 6	Anxiety	\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|	46%
Type 7	Adventurousness	\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|	63%
Type 8	Aggressiveness	\|\|\|\|	13%
Type 9	Calmness	\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|	53%

Your main type is 4
Your variant is sexual

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Main type	Variant

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I was so much... happier as an INTP...

#occupy phoenix, sentiments, excerpts

2011-10-17T12:46:00.000-07:00

These words, books, people and experiences have inspired my political super-position more so than Ron Paul or Ayn Rand have...no wait... it is all delicious religion. It is what you DO with your religion that matters, not the denomination. PERIOD ;-)

People will use their belief system (BS) for good, love, and warm-fuzzy OR cold, mechanical, discrete non-feeling. Sometimes languages are biased towards the one... or the other... and the real fun begins when they mingle and it starts to tingle.

After participating in occupy phoenix, I couldn't help but remember sections,
from the third trip,
and the 3rd sephiroth,
The Illuminatus! Trilogy:

WE SHALL NOT
WE SHALL NOT BE MOVED

In fact, for Joseph Malik the beginning was several years earlier, in a medley of teargas, hymn singing, billy clubs, and obscenity, all of which were provoked by the imminent nomination for President of a man named Hubert Horatio Humphrey. It began in Lincoln Park on the night of August 25, 1968, while Joe was waiting to be teargassed. He did not know then that anything was beginning; he was only conscious, in an acid, gut-sour way, of what was ending: his own faith in the Democratic party.

He was sitting with the Concerned Clergymen under the cross they had erected. He was thinking, bitterly, that they should have erected a tombstone instead. It should have said: Here lies the New Deal.

Here lies the belief that all Evil is on the other side, among the reactionaries and Ku Kluxers. Here lies twenty years of the hopes and dreams and sweat and blood of Joseph Wendall Malik. Here lies American Liberalism, clubbed to death by Chicago's heroic peace officers.

"They're coming," a voice near him said suddenly. The Concerned Clergymen immediately began singing, "We shall not be moved."
"We'll be moved, all right," a dry sardonic, W.C. Fields voice said quietly. "When the teargas hits, we'll be moved." Joe recognized the speaker: it was novelist William Burroughs with his usual poker face, utterly without anger or contempt or indignation or hope or faith or any emotion Joe could understand. But he sat there, making his own protest against Hubert Horatio Humphrey by placing his body in front of Chicago's police, for reasons Joe could not understand.

How, Joe wondered, can a man have courage without faith, without belief? Burroughs believed in nothing, and yet there he sat stubborn as Luther. Joe had always had faith in something—Roman Catholicism, long ago, then Trotskyism at college, then for nearly two decades mainstream liberalism (Arthur Schlesinger, Jr.'s, "Vital Center") and now, with that dead, he was trying desperately to summon up faith in the motley crowd of dope-and-as-trology-obsessed Yippies, Black Maoists, old-line hardcore pacifists, and arrogantly dogmatic SDS kids who had come to Chicago to protest a rigged convention and were being beaten and brutalized unspeakably for it.

Alien Ginsberg— sitting amid a huddle of Yippies off to the right— began chanting again, as he had all evening: "Hare Krishna Hare Krishna Krishna Krishna Hare Hare. . . ." Ginsberg believed; he believed in everything— in democracy, in socialism, in communism, in anarchism, in Ezra Pound's idealistic variety of fascist economics, in Buckminster Fuller's technological Utopia, in D. H. Lawrence's return to preindustrial pastoralism, and in Hinduism, Buddhism, Judaism, Christianity, Voodoo, astrology magic; but, above all, in the natural goodness of man.

The natural goodness of man . . . Joe hadn't fully believed in that, since Buchenwald was revealed to the world in 1944, when he was seventeen.

"KILL! KILL! KILL!" came the chant of the police,—exactly like the night before, the same neolithic scream of rage that signaled the beginning of the first massacre. They were coming, clubs in hand, spraying the teargas before them.

"KILL! KILL! KILL!"

Auschwitz, U.S.A., Joe thought, sickened. If they had been issued Zyklon B along with the teargas and Mace, they would be using it just as happily.

Slowly, the Concerned Clergymen came to their feet, holding dampened handkerchiefs to their faces. Unarmed and helpless, they prepared to hold their ground as long as possible before the inevitable retreat. A moral victory, Joe thought bitterly: All we ever achieve are moral victories. The immoral brutes win the real victories.

"All hail Discordia," said a voice among the clergymen— a bearded young man named Simon, who had been arguing in favor of anarchism against some SDS Maoists earlier in the day.

I also want to add these lessons from Simon Moon, they can be taken many ways, try as many as possible:

"What the world calls sanity has led us to the present planetary crises," Simon had said, "and insanity is the only viable alternative." That was a paradox worth some kind of consideration.

"So, you see," Simon was explaining when the restaurant was starting to close, "the whole key to liberation is magic. Anarchism remains tied to politics, and remains a form of death like all other politics, until it breaks free from the defined 'reality' of capitalist society and creates its own reality. A pig for President. Acid in the water supply. Fucking in the streets. Making the totally impossible become the eternally possible. Reality is thermoplastic, not thermosetting, you know: I mean you can reprogram it much more than people realize. The hex hoax— original sin, logical positivism, those restriction and constriction myths— all that's based on a thermosetting reality. Christ, man, there are limits, of course— nobody is nutty enough to deny that—but the limits are nowhere near as rigid as we've been taught to believe. It's much closer to the truth to say there are no practical limits at all and reality is whatever people decide to make it. But we've been on one restriction kick after another for a couple thousand years now, the world's longest head-trip, and it takes real negative entropy to shake up the foundations. This isn't shit; I've got a degree in mathematics, man."

בנה

silmarillion

2011-10-16T22:07:00.000-07:00

The time will come when the right istime. Forever swip-swapping the words before the brain can correctthe already fluid liquiphage.

It started: off to the light-rail, Daddriving for the first time since the hernia operation.

(09:34:05PM) uberscientist: itwas alright, went to the makerfaire, then occupy phoenix, then aparty thingy, then slept on a couch at David's, then went to EJs,then came home
(09:34:12PM) uberscientist:that's the concise way of putting it

Arrived at the Washington exit. Walked towards 3^rd street. Oh, very exact,precise language, no details of feelings or impressions.

I am playing. I am walking, I am.

There David was, also wearing a tie-dyeshirt from Lollapalooza, I wore my tie-dye instructables shirt fromback when I was gifted items for my contributions to their website.

The Faire was 15 dollars, but I coughedit up anyway, hoping to be supporting something worthwhile andbeautiful.

We walked around gazed at variousprojects and performances. Had awkward interactions with people I'vemet before, which is always fun.

There were people selling items, likehomemade soap and leather laser etched and hand painted wristbracelets.

The dirt ground. The dust wasn'toverwhelming, but when the sunlight was just at the right angle, youcould observe all the little particles floating in the air.

A dry, comment airy.

Fire, 3D-Printing, rocks that talked,LED vest displays controlled by FPGA. Heat sync labs table, Makerbench table. FIRE SHOOTING CANNONS.

David and I left with his father, andwere dropped off at the occupy phoenix event. There were plenty ofpeople there with signs, occupying. There were people yelling intomicrophones, people standing in circles parroting another fellowemitting easily transmitted sound bites.

There were rappers, people doing twominute rants on an open mic and PA system.

There was free water.

Free water in bottles.

Water.

David and I ended up making a couplesigns, I threw some powerful allusions to some powerfulillusory-symbols on one side of my sign and the other said “DOCTERrrrBENWAY – 2012 -”

David's sign was a beautiful troll:“#bieber” and “Disregard women, Print Money #endthefed”.

There were haters.

Hater's gonna hate.

One person knew of Dr. Benway

“It's not good if many more than twopeople know who Dr.Benway with the plunger is!” and I laughed andloved and it was good.

There was another fellow who asked, andI asked back “Have you read Naked Lunch” and he claimed to, andsaid “Oh yeahhH!”... I guess that character has a large impact onme, unforgettable.

As soon as Angela was near, we wereleaving, it's the way of things. Rode the lightrail back to David'sapartment, went to Safeway, got food. Sandwich, Club Vodka Martiniand a pack of Camel light 99s.

We sat and at in Safeway, and I snucksome sip-gulps from my little drinky drink.

The sandwich was about 18 inches long,so I only finished about a third of it, and took it along for theride. We hit is apartment, bounced to a party at his girlfriendshouse. I ended up trying to change the playlist on the computer fora while, but then I conversed and jibber-jabber a bit here and thereI suppose.

Got home, was sloppy-choppy and textedand lazed about, watched some TV that David put on for me, I passedout, woke up at 8. Ate another 3^rd of the sandwich andsmoked a cigarette. Then. laid my head back down to rest. Eventually, Tim and Duncan came over and we took a journey to Eric,Matt, Dustin, Shalia and especially Buddha's house.

I took a couple un-offered shots of ginand whisky. I sort of tried watching football, but ended up in Eric'sroom to watch catroons online instead. A halloween Regular Show andthe “Genius” episode of The Wonderful World of Gumball.

Before all that David and I also visited a couple Halloweenshops. David got a grey beard in order to complement his goodwillpurchase of the ten commandments from The Lord engraved on a plaque.

So much stuff in those stores.

Some team won the game, the other teamlost, pay offs were made, fantasy football statistics changed.

Talked about some very important andbeautiful recursive stuff with Tim and the rest of the folk. I wishI could remember all the wonderful communications that we had.

It was interesting.

"With you one goes so far away from reality that it is almost necessary to buy a return ticket. I am afraid never to come back here."

Expletive Deleted

2011-10-14T23:06:00.000-07:00

Everyone else was in the woodwork and it was just us left.

Neither of us had much of a preference to being either male or female, and we shifted between genitalia as we shifted in our seats. He stared into my eyes from across the table, and forms unfolded from his snake tongue into a pile of vaporous creep. It, following it's whimsy on the lustrous surface. I took my finger and swirled the Word about...
It translates roughly, but it went a somewhat like this:

We split the corpuscle,
With machine and muscle,
A million new names to put our mind in fetters
And yet we don't know how to split Greek letters!

Find the flesh, next, gnaw...

2011-10-04T23:54:00.000-07:00

We're trying to climb a ladder that has already hit the top of the vault, the firmament laden with scintillating lights. I say take your words that you've found, that you we have woven out of this bamboo scaffolding that we stand upon and wrap it around whatever piece of flesh you can find there at the top and send it hurdling to the ground floor. And when you get tired of that game take a piece of intestine and wrap it around whatever neck you seem to be occupying at the moment and throw yourself towards the bottom of the barrel where all things that truly touch the third nothingness happen.
BUT IN ALL SERIOUSNESS:

At this point in our journey, looking "down" seems to have much more "unexplored" territory from this perspective than "up" (or horizontally? since there isn't any progress just a speeding up of the inevitable). Up just has higher bandwidth (information over time).

What do I see when I look down? I see different media for our content to be transferred upon. At the moment we are transferring our content through digital systems, screens and flashing lights. "What medium is next?" should be our question and answer it we will! Either it will be answered for us and we will be developers on this new medium, in whatever languages arise from the media's conception... or we will develop the medium itself, ergo, the languages that put content into/on the medium and actually SHAPE the future of what will be "possible" to express on the particular medium (unless there's a developer who designs their own language, falling back onto the "prime" of the media and moulding it to dance for his/her brain manifolds).

WHEW...

From my own personal mind-programming, and studies and observations I am able to speak some level of mixed taught reality, subjective and what seems to be harmonious objective stances upon reality. And to think of reality as a medium itself for the un-graspables, such as love, god, green, sweet... where have the languages of reality gone? I can't speak for the rest of humanity, but I can speak for me/we when I ask: Have we abstracted thought far enough away from the prime to have forgotten that there exists a language, a syntax, a protocol of reality? A relatively stable protocol that remains hidden beneath layers and layers of unstable abstractions? If we think the word "god" can mean so many different things to so many different people, I'd say that language is relatively unstable in comparison to an actual ROCK (a part of a real "god" to so.me) held in hand which (in some cases) conveys the ungraspables known to me as color, hardness, taste, smell...

But this language that exists in the manifolds of our minds. And that's where I will dance, stumble, twist and break, whether I know it, or can speak it.

Halloween Costume Idea

2011-10-02T22:19:00.001-07:00

Terrifying. That's the word I am looking to embody in motion.

Tropic of Capricorn exerpt

2011-09-30T21:12:00.000-07:00

I have a friend who talks to me from time to time about the Miracle of Golgotha of which I understand nothing. But I do know something about the miraculous wound which I received, the wound which killed me in the eyes of the world and out of which I was born anew and rebaptized. I know something of the miracle of this wound which I lived and which healed with my death. I tell it as of something long past, but it is with me always. Everything is long past and seemingly invisible, like a constellation which has sunk forever beneath the horizon. What fascinates me is that anything so dead and buried as I was could be resuscitated, and not just once, but innumerable times. And not only that, but each time I faded out I plunged deeper than ever into the void, so that with each resuscitation the miracle becomes greater. And never any stigmata! The man who is reborn is always the same man, more and more himself with each rebirth. He is only shedding his skin each time, and with his skin his sins. The man whom God loves is truly a right living man. The man whom God loves is the onion with a million skins. To shed the first layer is painful beyond words; the next layer is less painful, the next still less, until finally the pain becomes pleasurable, more and more pleasurable, a delight, an ecstasy. And then there is neither pleasure not pain, but simply darkness yielding before the light. And as the darkness falls away the wound comes out of its hiding place: the wound which is man, man's love, is bathed in light. The identity which was lost is recovered. Man walks forth from his open wound, from the grave which he had carried about with him so long. In the tomb which is my memory I see her buried now, the one I loved better than all else, better than the world, better than God, better than my own flesh and blood. I see her festering there in that bloody wound of love, so dose to me that I could not distinguish her from the wound itself. I see her struggling to free herself, to make herself clean of love pain, and with each struggle sinking back again into the wound, mired, suffocated, writhing in blood. I see the terrible look in her eyes, the mute piteous agony, the look of the beast that is trapped. I see her opening her legs for deliverance and each orgasm a groan of anguish. I hear the walls falling, the walls caving in on us and the house going up in flames. I hear them calling us from the street, the summons to work, the summons to arms, but we are nailed to the floor and the rats are biting into us. The grave and womb of love entombing us, the night filling our bowels and the stars shimmering over the black bottomless lake. I lose the memory of words, of her name even which I pronounced like a monomaniac. I forgot what she looked like, what she felt like, what she smelt like, what she fucked like, piercing deeper and deeper into the night of the fathomless cavern. I followed her to the deepest hole of her being, to the charnel house of her soul, to the breath which had not yet expired from her lips. I sought relentlessly for her whose name was not written anywhere, I penetrated to the very altar and found - nothing. I wrapped myself around this hollow shell of nothingness like a serpent with fiery coils; I lay still for six centuries without breathing as world events sieved through to the bottom forming a slimy bed of mucus. I saw the constellations wheeling about the huge hole in the ceiling of the universe: I saw the outer planets and the black star which was to deliver me. I saw the Dragon shaking itself free of dharma and karma, saw the new race of man stewing in the yolk of futurity. I saw through to the last sign and symbol, but I could not read her face. I could see only the eyes shining through, huge, fleshy-like luminous breasts, as though I were swim- ming behind them in the electric effluvia of her incandescent vision. How had she come to expand thus beyond all grip of consciousness? By what monstrous law had she spread herself thus over the face of the world, revealing everything and yet concealing herself? She was hidden in the face of the sun, like the moon in eclipse; she was a mirror which had lost its quicksilver, the mirror which yields both the image and the horror. Looking into the backs of her eyes, into the pulpy translucent flesh, I saw the brain structure of all formations, all relations, all evanescence. I saw the brain within the brain, the endless machine endlessly turning, the word Hope revolving on a spit, roasting, dripping with fat, revolving ceaselessly in the cavity of the third eye. I heard her dreams mumbled in lost tongues, the stifled screams reverberating in minute crevices, the gasps, the groans, the pleasurable sighs, the swish of lashing whips. I heard her call my own name which I had not yet uttered, I heard her curse and shriek with rage. I heard everything magnified a thousand times, like a homunculus imprisoned in the belly organ. I caught the muffled breathing of the world, as if fixed in the very crossroads of sound. Thus we walked and slept and ate together, the Siamese twins whom Love had joined and whom Death alone could separate.

Just great. Now I know that I really don't know what I want.

2011-09-19T21:52:00.000-07:00

And there are so many advertisements faking me out.
Ass, titties, big macs, delicious pizza... social interaction being shown to me on sesame street, sit-coms, my little ponies.
The part of ourselves that encodes the "primal chao" or whatever you want to call it, the core of ultra-introspection... lies (verb).
It lies and says the easiest thing to keep the other liars happy. (as well as itself)
IF that makes any sense. I'm not even high.
There's a liar in every head, and its the language user.
I suppose that's why people are interested in nuerolinguistic programming, because it's studying the physiological reactions that are "truthier" than words and logical-rationality (I don't even know what logical-rationality is anymore...)
That's when I start defining logic with terms and it gets dialectical and impossible to say anything true without 300 pages and a flaw in the extrapolation of whatever axioms I've set at the beginning of the treatise >.<
Flawed circular logic and I can't run away from it.

Non-philosophy, Non-euclidean geometry, dada art
The only things that contain truth that isn't being put through the mesh of lies.
Or so I SAY. >.<

I'm hungry.

Thank you lesswrong for rocking my world even harder. Gonna cry now, yay, systems.
http://lesswrong.com/lw/5sk/inferring_our_desires/

Nah, not going to cry. Read some more, and it's like what - how did I let words get past my liar and to my sacred chao?
Feelings of helplessness, unknowing, fear, stagnation.
Sophomoric reversion, bouncing between mature and childish, do I really? What do I even mean, this ramble is nothing but a smear of word-dash on the crimson tide rising... a false-hood-try-hard-wanna-be.
I get attracted to

........................................................................................

Just writing to myself

2011-09-19T20:38:00.000-07:00

EDIT: Gonna read this (article on inferring our desires) (I haven't even read it and I am posting a link to it on my blag, wtfak)
So 11 days have passed since I wrote my last post.
I've been getting randomly obsessed with details... and ponies, but now that the season two tension is over, my mind is clearer and I feel free to begin working on something again.
I wrote down some ideas and the technologies that I want to use in order to realize them into the world:
Open source hardware site - I want to make availiable kits in a novel way, maybe something like the baby of woot, etsy, threadless and adafruit.
A new image board written on with node, maybe with web sockets.
Maybe an imgur image favoriting site, there's lots of lulz uploaded there.

anyway, no shortage of ideas, just need to feel like I'm participating in the creation of our world.

I've joined the IRC chats on freenode #node.js, #express, #couchdb
and I hope to document my journey from zero to working simple application, and maybe produce some condensed screencasts of the experience.
I don't really know javascript that well(and therefore any of those other technologies), so it's going to be a challenge.
I need to figure out:
-How to get express + couchdb talking
-How to write in the Jade templating language

I should also mention I am a database noobie as well, I have barely even looked at SQL...
It feels like I am trying to eat an apple in one big bite, and I still have that nagging "why?" at the back of my mind. It's fun to do new interesting things.
I need to set goals I suppose, like "Read a Jade tutorial today" and "Watch all the XYZ screencasts" or whatever...

I suppose I just feel overwhelmed and need a way of breaking things down into bite-sized pieces. It takes a while to grok things, a very long while...

To roll my own... or not

2011-09-08T22:28:00.000-07:00

That is the question I am asking myself...
After editing my abovesobelow site I realized I should get a content management system like wordpress, django or something, but then I realized that I do want to learn how to write back end code (even though I've written a teensy bit already)...
To roll my own content management/blog type software would be great, maybe even search npm (node.js package manager) to find all the little lego pieces I need in order to do it.
I do have some unique ideas (that have seemed to have leaked out): Amazon's @Author allows people to select passages from books and ask the author questions.
I sorta wanted to do that with a news site where certain parts of the article could be highlighted and be commented on in particular, maybe between
tags. And the "hot" paragraphs/sentences would change color (towards red).
But that's just a novel little idea :)

Oh well. Maybe I'll sit down with a notebook and pen and try sketching some goals out and weave some sort of node.js + couchdb or python + couchdb magic to get there... either way couchdb has won my heart over (without me even doing anything useful with it yet, maybe it's been my couch situation or the philosophy of relax or REALLY how it takes advantage of the HTTP protocol and melts with javascript so... sexily :)

Anyway. Signing off.

Node.JS implementation of BitTorrent DNA content delivery?

2011-09-08T21:22:00.000-07:00

I want to know what people think of this idea. I am working on the feasibility myself, but seeing node.JS applications that do distributed computing, I figure there may be a way to do distributed content delivery using BitTorrent and node/websockets(maybe?) technology.

After having the idea in the bathroom looking into the mirror, I googled _bit torrent for streaming_ and came across:
BitTorrent DNA
and further to our interests:
DNA video streaming
Here's a clip from the DNA Client section of the site:

Description

BitTorrent DNA is a single 280KB executable file that must be present on the end user’s machine to take advantage of peer network acceleration. It operates in conjunction with a browser plugin which works with Microsoft Internet Explorer and Mozilla Firefox.
Platform Support

BitTorrent DNA is designed to run on versions of the Windows platform beginning with Windows 98. Browsers supported include Microsoft Internet Explorer 6 and later and Mozilla Firefox 2 and later. For streaming, Adobe Flash 9 and later is supported.

BitTorrent DNA is not yet available on platforms other than Windows. If an application runs on multiple platforms, it must verify that Windows is the current platform before accessing BitTorrent DNA. If the user is not on a supported platform, the application should use standard HTTP for download and bypass using DNA.

This sucks for 2 reasons, limits users to windows machines and it requires a download and an extension to be installed in the browser.

I have a feeling that it may be possible to do something similar with Node.JS
(Here's a BitTorrent client written in javascript.)
and perhaps Socket.IO, but it's just a feeling as I have barely scratched the surface of these technologies.

Therefore the title of this article ends with a pronounced question mark. Just an idea, think about it smart and good programmers out there.... do it (and please let me know what you think or do!)

(It's because I like to watch cartoons...)

Twigga

2011-08-28T22:02:00.000-07:00

Twigga is a python CGI hack that I threw together in a couple days. Just click to see what it does.

D-Link DWA-110 external antenna possibility

2011-08-25T15:42:00.000-07:00

I just received a DWA-110 today, I cracked it open to take a look at the PCB since I heard rumors from this forum post here that there may be the possibility of adding a pigtail to this adapter and attaching an external antenna.
They say its a U.fl RF connector, if it is, then it's either A) Missing the middle pin or B) Female or it's not a U.fl connector at all.
I was hoping to get some insight on this and will tag further posts with 'dwa110' with updates on this particular investigation.

Ubuntu 11.04, Netgear WG111 weirdness

2011-08-21T10:55:00.000-07:00

I have a weird networking problem.
WG111 USB wifi stick <--> Belkin router

I can connect to the router fine, the DHCP client gets an IP address fine:

wlan1
inet addr:192.168.2.9

...and the signal icon is visible in the gnome tray.

...The entry on the router's DHCP table

'route' shows that there is a gateway

default 192.168.2.1 0.0.0.0 UG 0 0 0 wlan1

and when I open wireshark I am able to see the MDSN traffic from a printer on the network:

and when I try and connect to the router, the TCP handshake never completes:

EDIT:This packet capture shows that I am attempting to connect to 192.168.2.2 instead of 192.168.2.1, the capture looks the same for trying the correct IP address as well /oops

Also, pinging the router's IP, or any connected client's IP gives no response.

*edit*
I installed ndiswrapper and put the wg111 .ini windows driver in that, which seemed to have made it work, but when I booted up again this morning, the WG111 usb powered up, bilnked its light a last 4 times never to be recognized again :I

Wut.

Wifi Access Point Chat and other Ad-Hoc ideas

2011-08-20T09:33:00.000-07:00

For the past several weeks I've been without a consistent internet connection. I've been picking up whatever *cough* open wifi that I can, and visiting Grinders Coffee Co. on occasion in order to exchange data with others.

Being in this state of affairs I've wondered what people will do with all these wireless transceivers (wireless cards, access points, bluetooth, etc) if the Internet takes a dump on itself, or the plug is pulled by Ma and Pa Federal.

I've been contemplating novel peace-time systems of communication using wifi transceivers, and perhaps eventually linking neighborhood/apartment mesh-nodes with each other through longer distance CB or ham radio.

Ideas:
An access point serving a socket.IO chat server for anyone who connects to the AP.
Example of nodechat: http://nodechat.no.de/ registration is simple, user/pass/email (which isn't checked I don't think).

I posted an idea on twitter:

ad-hoc chat/server with some low level wifi broadcast packet tweaking?

I want to make something extremely transparent and allow ANYONE to be able to join in on the communication, an issue I can see is malicious code being pushed by "bad nodes"...

Suggestions from @rrrrrrrix:

or just use link-local xmpp (Bonjour) :-)
that paired with BATMAN (mesh network protocol) makes for awesome infra-less lan chat

At Defcon 19 I was able to go see a presentation talking about using the built-in transceivers on android phones to create an ad-hoc network of sorts called auto-BAHN [main site]. It seems to be in a very early stage, but I like the goal of having a standardized mesh protocol running on all smart phones that can be activated in case the cellular signal is lost (or activated on volition).

However, I do not own a smart phone with wifi built in, and I figure a lot of valuable human beings are without these smart phones, but may have a wireless card installed on their computer. Integrating an auto-BAHN mesh network into router firmware would also be a great idea to make longer range nodes that aren't reliant on battery life.

6 Month Dental Checkup

2011-08-10T00:41:00.001-07:00

I had a 6 month dental check up which has put my time here in Phoenix into perspective, what I have been through in the six months back in the ol' 602...
Juggling is the first thing that comes to mind. Without an internet connection I delved into the world of juggling tennis balls for hours on end, it was fine when it was nice outside (pre-summer) but now I don't spend as much time juggling, I need some bean bags or something that doesn't bounce so I can practice inside.
I've been confusing to my family, Heisenberg uncertainty principle applied to a my direction in life... Causing an apparent general ruckus in the minds of the 2 biologically-authoritarian females in my life: my Mother and Grandmother, I can only assume when their teeth gnash and claws become revealed it's with good intent.
Heavy assumptions being made, confusion, misinformation, fear lace their words when I finally get a smell of the concerned gossip that goes on behind my back. When it's directed at my face statements such as "You're doing nothing with your life" are unleashed upon me, which creates a wave of discontent in my being. Assumptions that I have an enemy called "The Man" that I am totally against working for ???? being a parasitic being on my Father and his finances etc. Perhaps, I tried discussing how he felt about me staying with him, he seemed to appreciate it, but at the same time didn't want me to feel obligated to stay with him? I love, and I don't care (if that makes sense) in a very Henry Milleresque way. I don't care enough, so I can love purely, without any bounds. I'm wild... or the domesticated beast, what's the difference? I don't feel the need to "make my own way" in a world where all the ways are made, all you have to do is decide and do what you want to do. They are very concerned with money, and it's actually getting to a point where I need to make some, my bank account just went under 100 dollars for the first time in my life, for some people this is normal living from paycheck to paycheck, I never had that issue, never had the feeling of being "stuck" in a cycle of work->check->pay rent->work endless cycle of poverty, just barely clutching on to the necessities. I tend to give up luxuries, or cut as many corners on my own life in order to keep a balance in the finances... or in reality I spend money at thrift stores thinking (well, this is a good deal, if I can't use it I can probably sell it...) or buying PA systems that are now being lent out because...you know... living with parents you can't play loud music. My Dad is paying 22 bucks for a copper ring/tip phone line and isn't quite aware of how awesome a high-speed internet connection is (why I am sitting out here on the back porch writing a blog post at 1:03AM in order to escape the day time heat, and absorb the WiFi from a neighbor) The thermometer reads about a 95 deg. F even at this hour. This area of suburbia is pretty humid as well, maybe it's the canal and all the irrigated lawns producing work for the illegal immigrants... My umwelt is interesting in it's own right.

Mosquitos bite at me, which is living poetry, me sucking wifi, them sucking my blood, it's a circle of leeches all the way down to the "last hole" that can be sucked, the last well that can be tapped and used. There is no art to the utilitarian (I lie!). The machine is art, money and making it is art, it's sexual.

As stated in Kinsey:

Fucking is... nothing more than-- than friction and harmless fun?

Well, let me tell you... that is a risky game,
because fucking isn't just something.
It's the whole thing.
And if you're not careful... it will cut you wide open.

From Kinsey script

How easy it is to fall inside of yourself and forget where you CAME from~
*contemplates belly button*

Defcon 19

2011-08-08T20:50:00.000-07:00

I don't think I paid for a drop of alcohol this time in Vegas.
So: I get to Defcon wanting a beer, and what'dya know, there's a Coors Light in our hotel fridge, the one that ISN'T connected to the room service and charging scales. Awesome.
It's Wednesday, there aren't many others besides the B-Side folk, which are hard to spot (I still don't know what their badges were like, I guess it's a free conference... but I didn't register... or there's some weird ritual I don't know in order to get in)

My internal monologue was going something like: "Well, here we go again... I wonder what this year holds, a new venue: The Rio, a new badge designer "Lost" (who I knew from phoenix 2600 meetings, but fell out of contact with, especially after his mystery box competitions -- one time pad with a chapter from the Great Gatsby?! Oi vey!)" ... Lost, having worked his way up the ranks all the way to badge designer seemed to have consumed the whole conference into his mystery box challenge, clues were everywhere I looked, every badge had a different number, shape and was inter-related... I knew I should've brought Aleister Crowley's 777 with the tables of correspondence and the reference book on ancient Egyptian gods. Lost or 1o57 as it went in the competition must be a direct descendant of Set or Thoth... or perhaps Thoth and Isis got together and cosmically jizzed him on this planet :P, so much incest around the center of space-time-multi-verse )

The eye of providence was a re-occuring theme, the dollar bill has 13 steps up to the disconnected eye, however the decal in the middle of the Rio had only 11 steps... maybe a hint? Maybe just another random "fact"? Every badge had a number, all the ones I saw were even (mine was a 34) ... there were ancient Egyptian and Japanese numerical systems, logic gates, and binary codes, a little much for me :)
The badges were also made of water cut Titanium, very cool.

The talks I saw this year weren't blowing my mind. There's usually some good talks, but I feel it takes some special talent to make a technical talk interesting and also contain information which can be absorbed easily in a one hour period.
I was able to catch the Art of Trolling by @openfly (twitter), here's his blog with the slides: http://www.music-piracy.com/?p=434
One of the more entertaining, and probably my favorite talk I saw.

Participated in the beard competition, and generally dressed in opposition to the status quo, swapping scarves every few hours the first couple days and wearing a tie during the beard competition. One of the judges said I was cute, but I think I ruined any cuteness with my speech on how my sunken chest contains no heart to feel for humanity... I gave her my # and the Bavarian Illuminati... first time for everything I suppose. Haven't heard back from her :)

Aaron Barr from HB Gary was supposed to show up and be on a panel, we got front row seats to that show, however "the lawyers from HB Gary (and HB Gary Federal? ... they are 2 seperate companies) refused to let him appear..." this isn't surprising. The panel got some LulzSec badges... was hoping Mr.Barr could get one too, maybe someone from the panel could bring a button home to him ;)
That panel was neat, I liked the chaotic <--> lawful and good <--> evil Dungeons and Dragons hacker alignment analogy. One of the panelists wanted anonymous/lulzsec/antisec movement to go after "child exploitation sites" -- "Any of you for child exploitation sites? No it's ok to raise your hand." ... He doesn't know "Anonymous" I suppose; 4chan /b/ has it's fair share of CP (child porn) popping up, anonymity breeds the ability to share deviance from the perceived majority, the ability to be something OTHER than the HERD. He was really into trying to get a Anti-sec constitution or 10 commandments. Some sort of law to lay over the "Chaos"/"Disorder" that he saw as Lulzsec/Anonymous... If anything I could say that this cab was rare but I thought nah forget it THAT'S THE OPPOSITE END OF THE SPECTRUM. Chaotic Good isn't Lawful Good, sorry bub. We could get into the problem of defining these terribly vaporous words Good, Evil, Chaotic, Neutral... but that's the making of a whole damned book. You can only ask an individual what he feels in the moment, that's the closest answer you're ever going to get.

The talk on skimming chip credit cards in Europe was impressive, I enjoyed their humorous video and technology and reverse engineering of the system. Second favorite talk.

Lost $7 on the slot machines.

Swam for the first time at the hotel hosting defcon (Although I made it to Defcon 13, we didn't stay in the Alexis Park and I never remembered the Riv letting people swim much.)
The closed circuit television was great, being able to see the talks from your room was awesome (although our room only got Track 1... our friends were able to see them all, and we hung out over there a bit)
Hung out in a hot tub with some folks, played beach ball bounce with the guy who did the Stego/Crypto talk and gave him one of my stego ideas I got recently. The girl that brought the ball to the tub was cute, but we didn't really say anything to each other, girls are like gems at defcon, few and when you see one they're usually pretty -- physically, if not just for being at a hacker convention, I'm so sexist.

It was a good trip overall, I was happy to see Akira being shown, got to walk in on my favorite part: the whole talk about the "Amoeba Energy"... a very good anime.

Didn't dance too much compared to other years, low energy(or not enough booze) I suppose, or not enough fidget house, acid tech, and french hard electro :) ... the DJ playing the freakshow was funny mixing in Nyan cat and the Bel Air theme song, bringing back memories of ol' school /b/ days.

Defcon is now a huge leviathan that has lost it's original sheen that it had when I first went as an 18 year old anarchist hacker fresh out of highschool... I need to either perform music or speak next year to make it worth it. I also want to start more of an underground con without as many... uh... how do I put it, lamers :P
Out of the thousands of people there how many weren't lame? The few I talked to were sorta lame hackers (according to my self-definition of hacker) ... we need to concentrate the win, and flush the alphabet soup and corporate suits imho (and no, you weren't lame, you were pretty cool... it was someone else... really, it was just one lame dude haha)

Went to the EFF summit for the first time as well. DJ Jackalope has great taste in EDM and can spin those records like a boss. Won a raffle for a lockpicky-kevlar-handcuff-shim kit which was neato, bid on a Pwnie Express, I was nervous bidding over 400 dollars seeing that I am basically broke... it would've been bought on my Visa if I won. The actual winner of the auction got a smoking deal on the http://blog.pwnieexpress.com/post/7741234681/announcing-the-pwn-plug-elite lucky duck whoever you were :) *jealous* hardware script kiddy? hehe awesome. The "open bar" was out of drinks before I could get a second, but I finished off my friend's margarita in addition to my original red bull and vodka...

It was an experience worth having, I feel in debt to my friends who let me have the experience by piggy backing the ride and room, I hope I added some ~~spice~~ to their experience as they added to my own.

Shouts to: Penguin and SamueLjackSUN, PhlaK and Sarah-ACK, Matt Gee-zuZ and Pappy GleeSUN, -- and a special place in my heart for Sting.

Fuckings to: That one guy, the jester, and "LulzSec"(and in a good way to LulzSec... ya know, until you had a "mission" with chinga la migra you were cool, I like the dude with the wine and mustache, he has good fuckin' taste.)

Review: Naked Lunch

2011-07-16T10:57:00.003-07:00

Naked Lunch by William S. Burroughs

My rating: 3 of 5 stars

I give it three stars because "I liked it" ... I could put at "Amazing" as well, but in reality, it fills all those stars and none of them. It's a spell book, you don't rate it like a "novel" or something to be entertained by.

In parts he smears the shit that is bombarding his senses (not the ones they teach us in kindergarten, but the ones that are inside), twisting the feelings and images into the contortions and yoga of the Word.

Other parts are sequential (in a timeless sense). Steps to gain access to different "parts" or maybe frequencies of hell, a guidebook to the companies, parties and individuals that inhabit Interzone.

The fact that this "book" made it to the Time's Top 100 novels is a living proof to the methods in practice laid out in this book.

Young boys being sodomised while being hanged-hung-nooses around their throats, bringing out the primal energy in the reader, interjecting words from other languages, cutting ideas up and scattering the fragments throughout the 200 pages of this book. Using repetition of phrases, building stronger pathways in the mind. A skeleton is visible between the juicy Black Meat of this work.

A reviewer said it was a "cry from hell", and it's truly is. The places he describes in Naked Lunch are REAL (smile with me here).
If 4chan is the originator of memes now a days, this was the rectum where the memes of the 60s-pre-Internet era emerged (and the waves being caused by this... "work"... and still being felt, reverberating through collective unconscious)

Visit hell first or you won't get this book, you'll just be pretending.

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Article on Memory and TMS

2011-07-08T23:47:00.001-07:00

http://www.sciencedaily.com/releases/2011/07/110708124542.htm

A Day in the Undead

2011-07-08T22:10:00.000-07:00

(10:00:12 PM) innocent: Tell me about your day
(10:00:17 PM) damned: K so
(10:00:22 PM) damned: I'm in bed
(10:00:27 PM) damned: in my dad's living room
(10:00:31 PM) damned: on the foldout couch
(10:00:34 PM) damned: and my uncle comes over
(10:00:39 PM) damned: and my dad's like wanna go to breakfast
(10:00:44 PM) damned: and I was like "no thanks"
(10:00:54 PM) damned: and my uncle's like "what are you gonna do today?"
(10:00:56 PM) damned: "Stay here."
(10:01:23 PM) damned: and then I get up, jerk off into my cup, internet around, watch the shuttle launch
(10:01:30 PM) damned: drink some OJ and water
(10:01:42 PM) damned: finish reading "fool"
(10:01:45 PM) innocent: lmao into a cup
(10:01:51 PM) damned: start reading "naked lunch"
(10:02:03 PM) damned: chat on IRC, facebook dink around, look at twitter
(10:02:10 PM) damned: juggle, juggle
(10:02:27 PM) damned: go to trader joes and whole foods and pick up some groceries for my dad and I
(10:02:38 PM) damned: come back
(10:02:51 PM) damned: uh, juggle some more
(10:02:56 PM) damned: make a sammich
(10:03:02 PM) damned: watch part a documentary on the buddha
(10:03:20 PM) damned: talk to my old coworkers on AIM chat from compusa
(10:03:32 PM) damned: check my python QR checker running on my friends server
(10:03:44 PM) damned: think about making better use of the clock cycles
(10:03:56 PM) damned: look at this guys file list from IRC
(10:04:00 PM) damned: make jabs at him
(10:04:05 PM) damned: /*link*/
(10:05:12 PM) damned: your day?
(10:07:34 PM) damned: I sorta want to blog that
(10:07:38 PM) damned: then my day will be complete

Tennessee Offensive Image Law HB 0300 investigated

2011-07-06T23:18:00.000-07:00

Hello Internet, I have taken the time to look at the offensive image law that is causing the ACLU to sue Tennessee here, straight from the horses mouth so to speak:
HB 0300 Bill Summary

This bill makes it a delinquent act, punishable only by fine of $100 or 20 hours of community service, for a minor to frighten, intimidate or emotionally distress a person by communicating with or about that person, or transmitting or displaying an image, by electronic device, without legitimate purpose:
(1) With the malicious intent to frighten, intimidate or cause emotional distress; or
(2) In a manner the minor knows, or reasonably should know, would frighten, intimidate or cause emotional distress to a similarly situated person of reasonable sensibilities.

(emphasis my own)

This part of the law seems to be targeted at stopping "cyber bullying", which I am not sure how rampant this is... or if it needs to be curbed by Ma and Pa State. What about videos like this that stand as evidence of physical bullying, this video seemed like it was being recorded with a malicious intent, but turn off the camera and we lose a whole plethora of media.
The law goes on to say that even when committed by an adult, the class A misdemeanor still applies (weird way of writing a law... but I guess I'm a computer programmer not a law maker)

It goes on to say that servers in Tennessee running social network sites must cooperate with the district attorney and make all communications available. Weird, I wonder how many twitter, google+, or facebook servers are in TN, and how much jurisdiction Tennessee would have in forcing the hand of a large social networking site, or if Kevin Mitnick could call and "have a warrant faxed after lunch" and gain access to communications.

Goodbye Goatse.cx

11pm

2011-07-03T23:07:00.000-07:00

It's 11pm so it's time to post a post, I read my previous posts as I do, because if I don't enjoy reading my own spew, then why spew? Well, I guess you could just spew it down the toilet and flush it... or you could spew on the ground and swirl it about with your finger and see what patterns emerge.

"I see a dragon!"
"I see a face!"
"I see a heart!"

I have observed that each individual has an apophenic leaning [apophenic from apophenia, it's the legal form of schizophrenia that we all seem to have] My mother find hearts in all the rocks she sees, others I've heard they see faces. Some people (truly paranoid schizophrenics, the illegal kind of vision) see that everyone hates them, is out to get them, poison them or poison the minds of their friends against them. And its real. Real as the bacon, the pig and the slaughterhouse.

Dear Princess Celestia,
Today I've learned that even in times of pure honest love, the apophenic tendencies of a dark mind can sour every potentially beautiful moment. The habits of our minds can be hard to break and can darken the doorstep of our pineal gland with paranoia parading through our neurons before the original, empty, beautifully meaningless light illuminates you.
Your faithful slave-bot,
Alfredo Peptobismuth

Empty

2011-07-02T23:49:00.000-07:00

Chemically depleted, mathematically impossible. The perfection of nature, our beauty is the approximation.
No more seriousness, no more jovial mad pranking.
No more feeding, no more seating.
The finish line has been reached, what we've been striving for all our lives.
It's no cause for celebration, remorse or the rest... in the wild it's seamless.
However, we are high on human DNA, on planet earth, separatist ideas like "you're not the only pebble on the beach" silly silly, pebbles? No just beach.
But then what's the difference?
Mine's bigger than yours, silly concerns for the filled belly, I still starve, and this starvation will keep me going painfully long, Death will be a coming home once I pierce the veil... coming home to lol-land, to jokes-ville, apple nebula. Pirate vagabond, hipster electro carollers.
It doesn't end here, I can't even remember Blossum's name.

And the Mao game is perfect, just submit, resistance is futile.

What goes on in those cubicles anyway?

Freedom will not be defined, ever. If it does, then it loses all meaning... to me.
OK. There isn't much left, but when you're talking about an infinity, that's not saying anything really.
skidoo

Bronies

2011-06-27T13:19:00.001-07:00

My kin!
:)

The Meth Problem

2011-06-23T10:26:00.000-07:00

from an insightful facebook post:

Huh, weird. I guess I am just an extreme libertarian, and view addiction as a sickness instead of a problem to be solved by violence (but sure, go ahead shoot some "people", in your eyes they are but husks beyond help... and killing is fun for the whole family!). And it is true, I have used meth in the past, but I have done, and will do everything my feeble human mind can render, and perhaps whatever the greater mind can render above my own. So, sure, I can get groovy with your murderous, barbarous and also (in my eyes) sub-human ideologies, but perhaps this scourge of "meth on weakling wills" hasn't touched my life in the way it has yours.
Maybe I've been extremely lucky. Or maybe the pinks are sick minded (both meth-heads and murderers) that don't quite understand where the other is coming from. I appear before you as mere scum, where a human being used to be, however as this scum I recommend reading the introduction to "Naked Lunch" to get some insight into the Sickness and another clue as to how deep the conspiracy really goes to make you a dependant look-a-like clone of your nahbor. Homosexuals were jailed, hunted because of their lifestyle... during my month of use I had to hide it like I was a homosexual in those times, people would have over-reacted due to propaganda and mass-mob thinking, perhaps I would have been assaulted just because I had ingested a chemical. Maybe I am a demigod due to my control of "addictions"... but I really think there's more to that and the control THEY have over US. You are a SUBGENIUS right? Re-read the good book.

Legalize meth, the problems will go away. Do like the UK does with H, horse, junk, dope. Cut the need from the addicts at the bottom of the pyramid scheme, and the pyramid will fall. I really do re-suggest reading the introduction to Naked Lunch...

PS
I was talking about the guy who wouldn't pay you for your work from weeks ago. And kick me off your list, :P whatever that means. Keep it cool kiddo.

Modern Invocator

2011-06-17T11:33:00.000-07:00

YOU ARE NO MORE THAN A CHILD TO ME
AS I AM A child of the universe as well

If there is child, then I AM THE FATHER

HA HA HA! FOOL. Your bold rancorous words are comical. You are lucky, for I could smooth the wrinkle known as your TOTAL existence from the dimension from whence I leaked due to your foolish... experiment? Is that what has brought me here?
There is no time from where I come from, I only Am. But now I Am here, with you. You being someone who wishes to be called "father" and wishes to call me "child", however, I am no fool human. I know of your people's word weaving, their sigils of centuries of aeons past, and the tricks of the letter-folk, and the taxonomists divising divisions. Don't think I am static as your methods change.

Yes, I know of these folk as well... but remember your leak here would not be if not for my experiment. Don't think of me as a master, a superior, but do not think of me as a servant; NAY! It is bidirectional non servium. I brought you here, and just as you say you could wipe my existence, I can wipe your interference pattern from mine as well, which I will do now just to make sure I am not a liar...

The metaphysicist leans over to his astable oscillators and flips the off switch. He has a circuit reading the current ELF of the Schumann resonance, and another circuit generating 5 harmonic frequencies, each higher than the last. The first oscillator a doubler the original measurement.
Each oscillator is fed into an pancake inductor with a chip of moldevite in the center of the flux, with the lines of magnetism "flowing" down through the center and up around the outer edge through the stones.

Did the apparation's information leakage stay? Or did it go? -- a ghost!

Philosophy?

2011-06-15T15:56:00.001-07:00

With the dollar bill, every choice you make is a reflection of the choices made above you.
Why does god allow suffering? When is the last time you had a peice of meat? Used a service that
put someone in a position that caused them suffering in their lives? That is the same reason. Why did you perform these "spells" using masonic tokens? For pleasure, out of the sense of "NEED" to keep "your PRECIOUS(body)" yours, and functioning. "God" also finds pleasure in certain things, and has a body (think ecosystem, economic system etc) as well.

Imagine how domesticated pets view their owners. We may view our benevolent god in a similar fashion, others aren't lucky enough to be domesticated pets, they have been born into a industrial processing scheme, a scheme that is very similar to our slaughter houses here for our animal brothers here living along side us. Above so below... and so I mean, lateral thinking. God doesn't live ABOVE us (but in a way he does; if take the view that the chickens, and plants are BELOW us on some sort of foodchain that has a beginning and end...(a falsehood if you ask me)) it's all lateral, and as Michael V. Smith says "Thou art god!" -- I interpret to mean it as such. The ouroborous, snake feeding on it's own tail.
Chasing it's own tail. Beating it, talking to it.
Fin.

How to rename extensions (batch) in Linux

2011-06-15T15:55:00.000-07:00

rename 'y/JPG/jpg/' *.JPG

change as necessary.

Just gonna blah type

2011-06-10T12:12:00.000-07:00

And by blah type, I mean type whatever I want and post it on my blog. I just read an article in Scientific American about quantum physics(again...) and I feel like saying "Yessssssss!" under my breath, it's getting closer and I feel weird still (I'm still human, so that's a given... illuminati slave-bots fnord fit in and feel normal) and not quite a realized singularian of entangled information leakage.
The author's bio line was awesome too. He has 3 kids and plays a guitar on a marshall amp with the volume turned up to 11.
Now I get up to talk about Spaghetti with my dad.
Finished eating spaghetti.
Chubby fat girls with beards, drinking malted milkshakes and flashing you their panties and giggling.
Demon mothers made of plastic energy, with faces that never change, scary big teeth but I love you anyway.
Dogs that give you boners, and kids that make you cry. Fly forever normal man, and electricity is AwEsOmE. Human crystalline structure, follows some basic rules... take no advantage because there is none to be had~
Sit and spew your radical ideas from Byzantine, and make new ideas from the Aztecs. Eat what is given to you, and hold your breath (always little breathing).
Laugh for the lulz and see the corruptions take place, all eyes now turn and clobber the one at the top, it's the same concept though, and it was taken and given without a notice in the papers. The rifles never stop long enough to cool down, words are worth only so much to a mind that has this much.
Ok, so it's really interesting how that kind of stuff isn't standard communication practice. The convolutions of concepts being forced through a filter of semantic maps, deforming the ideas that wished to be communicated in the first place, and perhaps even the originator forgets the original intent during the formulation of the 'proper construct' to approximate the communication of the idea to the other fellow.
:)
But really the jazz isn't played from the tabulation the first time, it is forced there. dA DA DA DUM ..._
Smelly manbearpig-rapture openminded politically correct dreaded conformist hippie individualist anarchist NPR applejuice orchard loving nature swigging anti-corporate techno freak. Hyper conservative, loving family man, true freedom.
The true nature of things lies in our ability to correctly formulate the right cadence of proper symbols in a succession that unlocks the ability to create an empathetic universe. If we can avoid solipism (like a plague) then we may have a fighting chance against that terrible disease that takes so many lives and lives on our backs constantly.
Japanese cute alienheaded rangers from the sierra nevada brewing company.
A willow sways to and fro, and all my friends and family are with me constantly, my idea of them imprinted on my DNA. Progression is happening, its subtle, like progressive house music.
Unce unce unce unce oonze oonze oonze, yah k cool, so I think I like you alot.. A LOT.
A plastic womb for my children of the future.
It's weird to the earth man, and the fire man is too caught up in devouring himself, the air man knows best always, and the water man just feels he's been wronged.
I'm still a slow bee.
floatee.
Tea

Meteorite? Wrong?

2011-06-07T12:08:00.000-07:00

I thought I found a meteorite by Meltmedia before my interview, found it again today, washed it off and took some pics.

What do you think?

How to compile Context Free Art 3 alpha on ubuntu

2011-06-07T01:15:00.000-07:00

Context Free Art Forum Topic

*edit*
easy peasy now, just make :D

How to make/compile context free art 2.2.2 on ubuntu

2011-06-07T00:42:00.000-07:00

So, you need LEX and YACC for some crazy wizard parsing these guys do so...

$sudo apt-get install flex bison

Then change line 54 in ./src-common/yglue.h
from:
size_t yyget_leng (void);
to:
int yyget_leng (void);

This is because one thing is expecting one data type and its like nah its something else, thanks to this post I was able to find the fix.

Then go along as usual...

$make cfdg

*computer rumbles*

$./cfdg

Missing input file
cfdg - 2.2.1(v11)

Usage:
cfdg [options] input.cfdg [output.png/svg]
or to pipe a cfdg file on standard input:
cfdg [options] - [output.png/svg]
The output file name is omitted if the -o option is used

Options: ... etc

HOORAY! I'm thinking of adding some group tag support based on rule names from CFDG grammar to the output SVG files. I don't know C++, but I got a C- in the college class for it.

HA

2011-06-06T23:34:00.001-07:00

Greater than 140

2011-06-06T14:28:00.001-07:00

I wouldn't say anything is the same at all! Just drawing lines of association,E-Prime IS THE best ;)

What I was trying to get across in 140 characters or less is the feeling of confinement due to the ever-changing circumstances you're finding yourself in (born,living,breathing,earthling,USA,male,homeless,jobless).

For the trans-gendered, they've found themselves bound in a prison of meat, and it's not the right VERSION of meat to boot, so it makes sense to me their feeling of wanting to discorporeate from their circumstantial "not what ~I~ feel like" flesh-ship...

I really don't think those geniuses that killed themselves were insane, unless you count everything as insane. Suicide isn't a very common thing to commoners, it takes someone extraordinary to commit suicide. This is a modern example of a genius who did it.

When you feel out of place in your own body is when suicide becomes real. This applies to the philosophical and the trans-gendered (as well as many other people I'm sure!)

It'll try anything at least once.

Fiction!

2011-05-27T22:04:00.000-07:00

"I feel priviliged to be able to speak to you boy." The old man known as Purburble said to a young girl.
"I'm not a boy..." Kathandra said, the elipses almost visible in her manner of speaking.
"That'll do fine, girl, you have two ears and a wad of sensory computational biomechanics right?"
"You mean my CNS? My brain?" she asked.
"Yes. I'm a story teller, and a fan of science fiction, so I sometimes tend to use... other words."
"Well, yes, go on old man." The light of the fire they sat around danced on their faces like a ballet of luminous faeries, not quite the right frequency to be solid in their dimension.
"And so he did!" a manic smile grew out of his face, his eyes widened and the whole cave seemed to fill with extraterrestrial energy.
"I begin. Again. 'I feel priviliged to be able to speak to you, young lady Kathandra'" he unfurled upon the universe, an attitude and air that seemed as though he was operating at a level above the words themselves.
"I am able to tell you this fable, this timeless legend." he tittered slightly "And by that fact alone I can tell you Truth: I am not one bound by the story I tell." his mania simmered, the cavarn relaxed and the fire itself seemed to subside from what seemed to be a roar. It's crackles came to the forefront of the experience.
"There is an projection, a storyline, a succession of silent bearers that this 'myth' speaks of."
"Like Atlas? The god who holds the world up silently?" Kathadra queried
"YES. Atlas would be a good analogy, but that is such a GROSS example for GROSS times." Puburble ejaculated, the fire flared with his emphasis. "by gross, I mean, base. Low vibration, bass in music too."
He continued after contemplating the thousand associations of base, bass, fish, omega-3s, numbers, the symbols used to represent numbers, synethesia et cetra for an instant, and shivered.
"For these entities, these people, men, women, 'chunks' and 'wholes'... are embued with a secret duty to keep a secret for all of their existence. This secret only they are able to know, not even their creator knows, and REALLY KNOW IT!"
Purumble spat the last two words at Kathandra, his eyes noticably darker as he did so.
Kathandra tensed, which moved her back a few inches and her eyes widened a few millimeters.
"They know this fact, this gnawing thing and they bear it for as long as they can. Some, it drives them visibly insane, others they live in a world of insanity while carrying out the mechanical part of their 'duties' in the universe, fate some call it.
"Some bear their secret with pride, some with perversion, in some it causes illness other than mental. Cancer is a pretty good sign of a bearer, an Atlas as you say."
Kathandra's brow furrowed as she thought how crazy Parumbal was.
"The secret these bearers all hold dear, is vital to the phenomena that we experience here my dear Kathan-durr"
"Kassandra..." she said "Stop making fun old man. This sounds serious."
"OH! It IS serious my deary. My deariest little cupcake tiddly-wink." his eyes widened as he bared his upper teeth.
"And, I'm NOT making fun my sweet. It's just how these things MUST come out, sort of like how a plant must sprout from a seed in a sense.
"We can't seperate ourselves from the natural course of things, one of the things being the way I say your name, Kath-ee"
Her lips pursed and she kept her silence, although her eyes wandered to the night sky just outside the cavern.
"YOU LITTLE WHORE BITCH" Parambler yelped and K grappled her .357 magnum from beside her and jammed it under his jaw.
"Oh fuck" Kassie said as she noticed her arm over the fire and pulled the trigger accidently in a knee jerk reaction to the burning and fumes of her polyester coat.
Retracting her arm quickly as the very confused shell that used to bind Parumba slumped face first into the fire.
"Goddamn fucking dickhole schizoid retard FUCK" she said plainly, allowing a little bit of divinity into her final word, using it as the period of her statement.
Kassandra hated swearing, and she hated killing anything, she was a vegan for Christ's sake. But life on a vagabond track required a loose mentality. She ate a roadkill racoon for dinner earlier tonight, graciously offered to her by Parangled.
She dragged her old friend's corpse out of the fire by his ankles, the cavern was being ravaged by the smell of burning hair, flesh and a potporri of cotton and synthetic fibers used to weave the old man's clothing.
She continued out the oriface into the cool night, illuminated by billions of stars and a moon, waxing and gibbous. Moving about 2 feet at a time, she tugged the meat backwards into the pine forrest. The needle floor of the outdoors helped lubricate the process of Prumbling Paramble out to a place where he wouldn't be stinking up her nose with his decaying process.
At one hundred and thirty two point six standard Kassie tugs the corpse laid to rest. She consciously wiped her brow with the back of her hand and headed back to the temporary encampment. By the time she made it back the breeze had cleared the slight cavern of any odor, not the slight gunmetal tinge of used gunpowder remained. The fire was ruined, only a few embers remained around a peice of wood that had flares that would come in and out of existence with little sounds "poof" "woph". Much more graceful than the screams of a newborn child or the mortally wounded soldier she thought, and had did a double-take in her own head.
"Did I just think that? That feels like something Purumba might've said back when he had a brain-meat..." she thought, a level more objective, to herself. She poured the waste water from inside a coffee can on to the remainder of the fire, which hissed omnidirectionally and plumes of steam rose to meet other gasses in the atmosphere. She laid down on her tattered sleeping mat, staring at her pistol in the moonlight. Waiting for a sleep that didn't ever seem to come.

HP printer stops working after upgrading to natty 11.04

2011-05-20T11:09:00.000-07:00

All you have to do is run hp hp-setup...

sudo hp-setup -i

follow prompts and you should be good :)

Middle Initial: An info leak tag

2011-05-20T10:00:00.000-07:00

Here's some wisdom I've gained from my old man:

He changes his middle initial when signing up for something such as a magazine, for example:
My sister comes along begging to sell magazine subscriptions in order to help school $pirit, he picks up a sub for "Men's Health", on the form he fills out:
Name: John
MI: M
Last: Doe

He uses an M (he doesn't keep a table, because he's not an INTP) but the M helps him remember that he was signing up for a Magazine, or Men's health.

Now when I was searching his name on google to find out how his old cousin from Germany found his email address I saw that spokeo.com had my dad listed as John M Doe! So I called him up and told him and he immediately came back with "I know where that came from, the M..." and proceeded to tell me the same story I just told you.

I've know he's done this, and I've done the same, but this is the first time I've seen any sort of result from this activity and was excited enough to share.

So keep that in mind, you're name is like water.

VirtualBox on vboxdrv modprobe fix

2011-05-19T22:58:00.000-07:00

linuxheaders=$(echo -ne linux-headers-$(uname -r))
sudo apt-get install $linuxheaders
sudo modprobe vboxdrv

-Creates variable for the headers of the linux kernel you're running
-apt-get installs the headers
-adds the module to your kernel

The Five of Pentacles

2011-05-16T11:06:00.000-07:00

It was jumping out at me yesterday...

I had my own idea of what it stood for, associations like worry, severe relentless male force existing in the force that moves material, low vibrating energy, money issues... but nothing like that website (which was the first, and only one I checked out... (might pop open a qabalistic book to see what kind of associations with ain exist.))

I feel like it's very appropriate for the situation I'm in at the moment.

And lol, using parenthesis like that makes my blog have a LISP.

??

2011-05-16T00:44:00.000-07:00

"If one can attain purposelessness through purpose, then the thing has been grasped." - Secret (shh!) of the Golden Flower

"If one can attain purpose through purposelessness, then the thing has been grasped*." - Flower of the Golden Secret

I just reversed them and thought about it and my head exploded, what if it was released*? Is the thing the tao? Haha, I imagined a hand physically grasping a dragon, controlling it forcefully. Then a hand that has released a dragon 'on a silver cord' and is chasing it. Another hand is caressing the dragon, making it feel ok. It could be metaphorical, or it was for a moment, but I'm not sure what kind of process I was trying to describe.

Substance is important. Sometimes writers use a lot of airy words to try and make themselves seem like a good writer. But other times it's really the best word for the job. Substance is something the mind can chew, or work with, play with. An imagination partner really in fiction and non-fiction as well. For non-fiction like scientific results you can read about how the experiments were done and chew on it, learn more names for more specific processes used to collect data. Computers are very complex, but I'm not sure HOW complex... perhaps infinitely! There always seems like something new to learn, or get better at, especially on linux because knowing how to use standard bash commands and a package manager people (I know a little...) can do really impressive things. and really, have a more impressive knowledge of how systems work in general.

A short one

2011-05-15T01:13:00.001-07:00

I just wanted to write something, add some more pollution to the pure chaos that exists beneath all our little tits and tats.
Simply put, I'm going to brush and floss my teeth, install my retainers for the night and wiggle-wuzz with my bedding. Reality is like thermo-plastic, where you heat and set and it holds it's shape... this is an assertion made by a fictional character written by Robert Anton Wilsion. It's NOT like silly putty constantly changing the ICs (Initial Conditions).
Yawning now, boring words. Same thoughts.
I said this would be short, and I'm going to leave with this:
Your truth, your desperation, your grudge, shadows of shadows. True love exists in total annihilation~

Life = Specific

2011-04-20T09:50:00.000-07:00

Life seems like a very specific thing, this specificness disturbs the little monster in me that runs at every door it sees and tries to get through. Everywhere I look in lifedeath, samsara, I see adheration to specification. When you plant plant a fertile bean in soil of same ilk, water it, a bean plant will grow.

As humans our brains are so large, we produce behavior that appears to our consciousness to be complex, much less predictable (some of us more so than others) than our smaller brained animalia, and non-brained plant brothers.

Human lives executed like genetic code... if... then. All lifedeath.

If you get a degree, get a job, listen to the messages from "above" you will "grow" become part of lifedeath and thrive in samsara. And like the rest of the machine-organism-computer, you will be in a process of evolving, mutating through the sexual and natural selection processes.
I am not saying that all humans SHOULD get a degree, job, wife, house. I'm saying that is one [bio][logical] path in which I've seen human life THRIVE. Just like that little monster running at the doors, life just wants to thrive. There are folks thriving working at a post-office without a degree, on a farm without a wife...the Emperor of the United States (a homeless man in San Fransisco) is also thriving without any of these other conditions being met.
Although no two snowflakes are identical in the details, the basis of their formation is based on laws that bind us (and free us) in samsara. To attempt to break these laws will bring about suffering, try to fit the square peg in the round hole. In the game of Go, a game in which some say is a reflection of the cosmos in a microcosm, I've heard a master say "To the beginner there are many options, the rules say you can place a stone on any one of the 19x19 intersections, but to the expert there are but few options" -- to the ones who see how the game of lifedeath is played, there are few options.

I've been suffering because I've been fighting with the game itself instead of leveraging my knowledge of this cosmic game to my advantage, allowing MYSELF to be played out of angst and hopelessness. The part of me that wants to escape suffering by ending it all.

As I said, our brains are complex. Perhaps, our brains are the most complex object that our brains can find in the universe. To comprehend some thing more complex than our brains, with our brains _______________.

I search for purpose. I give more of myself to that little monster trying to get through the next door, to that alchemist attempting to pierce the veil, and it has it's price.

"To enjoy life. Happiness. Contentment."

We have the ability to feel, and attempt to move that feeling to another feeling human. The purpose of Art. One could say "The purpose of life is to feel, life is art." or in E-prime: "A purpose of life could be to feel, life can be seen as art."

-- Parts from notebook page found

Poshitive Thinking

2011-04-18T19:40:00.000-07:00

Hey if you're not going to reverse the direction of your spiraling thoughts, then how do you expect the universe to work with your incoherent, out of key, mistepping life-movements?

It's not.

You're fucked until you learn how to focus not on a point of positivity, but on the motion of positivity. Goals are so scarcity oriented objectives, now objectives are not goals. Now, in this age of singularity, our objective is not a singular goal, but a flowing motion of decisive thinking process that is only defined by taking the leap from "here and now" to "hear and nao" (Nao is a common Japanese name for robotic playthings, like, dildos that hook up to the internet.)

Stay with me here folks, or really stay with me "hear". Get my drift? Thought not. Ok, picture this: we have a wild country side, the grass green glistening in the early morning. Birds swimming in the currents and thermals above, and others sing their birdy songs from the trees near the edge of the wooded areas. A deer masticates the grass, extracting the slowly vibrating prana, and it breathes the fresh summer air gaining lighter prana, as well as absorbs more from the sun itself.

Torched Soil *cough* *hack* damn cigarettes... I meant Chris Toledo.

"It's a simulation!" the little people that make the grass up say.

The Deer doesn't contemplate such things as holographic universes, sampling rates, or has even heard of things like the speed of light or Claude Shannon. Maybe he's too pretentious, or doesn't have enough reverence for GOD to do so.

Now, what we're trying to get at here is, don't do that. What you ask? That thing you were thinking about doing, it was a bad idea in the first place. SO just stop, get your hand out of your joy department and break your mind free from the prison of your reality TV show called "Whooops".

You know what the prophet Charlie Sheen says about Whooops? PLAN BETTER. There's no excuses for your pathetic life, it's not your parents fault, the schools fault, the multinational corporations bombarding you with advertisements, it's not the fault of the government for enslaving you 600-96-1766, yeah I'm talking to YOU...
Birth certificate slave, simulacrum of your neighbor, cut your grass, your pubes, lift weights and live life like the rest of the meat on your bones because if you didn't what would GOD do? He'd fall apart, and he doesn't want that to happen. And guess what? You were created in the IMAGE OF GOD, so you better keep it together, keep it real and don't let any of those damn little devils trick you into thinking that "being a mutant is cool" -- because it isn't. Its dangerous to the GREAT PLAN and the GREAT WILL of YADA-HADA-VAVA-HAHA-UNO. So, miss(ter) DOS, not DIOS, you'll never be number one, stay in your cubicle and all reality will dance around you giving you whatever you want... why not just give it a shot tough guy, you're not scared of anything anyway...

Less Abstract

2011-04-11T23:34:00.001-07:00

I actually have a real world "mission". I am going to be working on Tim Dance's website like a maniac. My focus is going to shift from the esoterically abstract towards the exoteric and empirical, although still intuitive, the technical work will be bound in the screen.
I need to dandy up my own site as well.

I was listening to this song when I decided to post this lil' blurb turd:

yeah ____----_))0999!

A sphere with more than 4 dimensions

2011-04-08T20:37:00.001-07:00

I am looking at this ball, it is a round ball, a green ball, a ball that looks like it has been in the sun for a while.
I am looking at this tennis ball, I wouldn't ever use it in a tennis match, it's old and worn. Something I might play "DOG ... fetch" with.
I am looking at a sphere, it is but the extension of light from the origin. There is no such thing as time and too bad these other losers are here creating a restricted consensus reality that I am unable to penetrate fully with my "big bang" powers.
I am looking at a table, it is oak, it is well crafted. On this well crafted table I notice a manufactured play ball. The play ball is grey-green with white stripes and is a bit fuzzy. The table has a few rings from where inconsiderate people have left cups creating circles of water damage.
Ball! My hand is my mouth, they bark, I escape! Life is a game!
A tennis ball, it's Wilson brand, circa 2008, the distinct lettering and stripe pattern is from that around that year, in contrast to the previous lettering, and the proceeding stripe alteration (the stripes have since become closer at the apex by 5mm).
Damn dog! Stole our ball for this exercise, time for tea. With saucers, don't want any of these bastards to damage my table.

I admit it...

2011-04-05T13:44:00.000-07:00

I'm full of shit.
Yes it's true. Now, then, I see myself, floundering in a sea of psychedelic vomit. Eating cream cheese on a chilled English muffin, finger motion translating into blog words.
"How can we help you?"
"How can we help you, help yourself?"
"Fuck you, help yourself."
"Welcome! Help yourself to the chips and dip."
Don't continue to desire the unattainable on that level of consciousness, focus more on the verbness between the desires.
The duit, instead of Nuit. (I know you loved her so)
Sense comes easy, make non-sense again.
Non-sense is point-less.

Help me! Help me! -- Sir, what do you need you are knee deep in feces.
Yea yea yeah!
If I were to hold my hand out to myself, world being torn apart, huge voids of energy, monkeys in a barrel, everyone connected holding on to the last piece of humanity that they can see.
Drink Orange Juice. It's nice.
Pandemonium.
Don't you know how to dance? Follow Blue's Clues. CUES.

Never once. Always thrice. Simpler Times in contrast. Origami of space-time, matter is an illusion.
Fold it up, fold it down, fold it around then stick a push pin through it.
Now, unfold hold up to light.
Next find constellations, attribute meaning.
Find reality.
nadabra, Abra

Still, you suck. Still we're hear, you here?! Still motion. Watch them eat, watch you eat, quick before the lights come on. They have no soul. "Scratch 'n Sniff"
SO MAD. ANGRY! STOP THAT. Fade away, shapeshift. Continue.
The eye swings around madly upon it's perch. I HATE YOU I HATE YOU!
I just need to engage the clutch, engage the engine with the drive-train.
Just need this one last thing.
to participate.
to be part of.
Excommunicated from Life, self serving liberated individual collective of space matter.
All gone. Too many mistakes. Good.
Didn't want to finish the race anyway, wanted to scrape my knees, goal.
Poor girl, I love you so. Sorry for killing you that one time, and that other time, and that other time.
I saw you. I knew you. What to do? How can we free each other from this misery?
Ice cold cum.

Some quotey quotes

2011-04-05T08:25:00.000-07:00

"It is well known that scientists and mathematicians have evolved a cryptic language, a language so elusive, so fugitive, and yet so essentially cosmic that it forms an almost qabalistic mode of communication, often misinterpreted by its own initiates!" - K. Grant, Outside the Circles of Time

"the primary study of the man who wishes to be a poet is his own knowledge, entirely. He seeks for his soul, inspects, tempts it, instructs it. As soon as he knows it, his duty is its cultivation ... The soul must be made monstrous ... I say that he must be a Doyant, make himself into one. The poet makes himself into a seer by a long, tremendous and reasoned derangement of his senses. All the forms of love, suffering and folly, he seeks himself; he consumes in himself all poisons, in order to retain only the quintessences ... Thus he attains the unknown; and when, at the point of madness, he finishes by losing the intelligence of his visions, he has beheld them!" - Arthur Rimbaud

Today

2011-03-27T14:06:00.000-07:00

Style? The gaseous emission from some cosmic nebula, that style is post-modern.
Good? The white dwarfs, neutron stars. Bad? Red giants, blue dwarfs.
A HOLY CRUSADE FOR THE STELLAR MEN! Fill the ignorants with star dust, destroy old brain patterns by creating new ones! Your SECRET sinturd. My back arches for your love, 3.1415.......... tick tick tick, your measurements divide the waters.
"YELP ABOUT GOD!" GOD IS A NERD! GOD IS A TURD! GOD IS GOOD! AND GOD IS FOOD!
"I'm in it for the water" Stop splashing, stop typing, stop fucking, stop eating, stop breathing, stop stop stop STOP THINKING!
Mow your lawn.
Paint your house.
Go out and have dinner, pretend FOR ME.
Envelop me in your skin, wrap me in your sin. Keep believing that I'm not here, so I can have some fear.
Security, encryption would mean no-more color, the grey little alien derive no dollar
You can't grasp the flow, touch the fence and your fingers crumble.
He sharpens his crude iron blade, made of the souls thrice slayed.
Stuck in this cycle, rebirth everyday... there is ~about~, numerically, a place to play.

The loudspeaker above me crackles "Number 84, your time has come."
White walls, white tile floor, calm angels wearing turquoise.
Me get up, me no where to go, the angels in their smocks direct me to freedom.
The path to the door is lined with dogs in kennels, speaking to me in tongues of a language long forgotten.
They were out once, and they were in, and me see my own paws now and my body grown thin.
Me used to only be my sight and smell. Now with these angels I AM and have a Will.
The door isn't pure as the rest of this place, bloody paw prints, and desperate scratches.
A golden door knob protrudes from the right. I dare not touch, but the angel's hands are the keys to all the doors we please.
And there he sits, as though he's at the top of the world. My blue green guardian-guides leave my sight, but not out of mind.
A woman dressed in a black dress and a blood red poppy pinned to her chest. Surrounded with gold coins, and mounds of currency dressed up for all the nations.
My eyes follow her form from her soft red lips, down down down, my mind and eyes are falling to the floor.
Past her perfect breasts.
Down to the house of the reproductive system, which creates the slightest, subtle hill where the stars are born.
The dress is now lace, black and intricate, covering her legs. Ankles. The horror of the floor she stands upon. The faces of living zombies, lost souls staring up her dress, needles, white faces of the ones that finally made it. They fold over and under under her stance. The woman in black still on this ocean of secure bliss. The tiles made of human life, bought and sold they flow up, then down behind the desk of the man in the Grey suit.
His desk is mahogany. They say if you can craft mahogany, you can craft anything.
His face is neither young or old, he is neither fat nor thin... and his smile is made from Light stretched skin.
Not even a smile, a slight upturn in the corners of his mouth and his jaw slightly slack, holding an orb of Air between his tongue and pallet. His eyes stare, his chest doesn't seem to move.
To the right of his mighty empty desk stands a man on a chess board extending to the infinite. He is dressed in a white suit, decorated in metals, ornaments and sashes I've never seen before. I covet these things immediately, I wish to impress this man.
I remember my paws.
I remember my worthlessness. How could I ever be him, be as valuable as him? I feel shame.
It's my fault.

This man, he speaks, he speaks words of Madness staring out on his grid of black and white.

As soon as my mind settles the Grey suit at the desk moves.

His face doesn't change expression, he reaches slowly, purposefully to a drawer and removes a small dagger. Closes.
Another drawer he opens and removes a glass phallus, holding his careful expression he places both the dagger and phallus on the mahogany pointing in opposite directions. The blade towards the White suit. The phallus towards the Black dress.

He stands up, walks through the polished wood desk as though it were air. One pace, two pace, three, four. Another four and his nose would be at my snout.
~Fellow. You are on the path between SEVEN and EIGHT.
The path between FIVE and FOUR.
You don't need your beauty anymore.
His eyes were locked with mine, but his face hadn't moved. There may have even been a glow coming from inside his mouth... if he opened his lips.
The squares began to twist and turn under the White suit. The black and white spiraling in a pattern, as if it were a chore for them. Just as winding a spring is a chore, less force required at the beginning, then it gets tighter, and harder, and tighter.
The humans under the heels of the Black dress began to rise, speak unMadness to each other. The womans face was changing, her nose became larger, left eye just slightly lower than her other, her tits sagged just a little unevenly and the perfect lace became tattered.
"Know were I can score some x,y,z?" Dope, pussy, dough, a job, a good time, beer, friends... some water? All the risen were needing something, to do something, to get somewhere and make something out of themselves.
The man in the Grey suit still stared unblinkingly into my soul.
The White suit began to turn with the patterns beneath his feet, each rotation created another man in a special garment. First was a priest, a police officer, a good looking man in a suit and tie and a smile that could woo millions. Boy scout leaders, girl scout leaders, a pretty third grade teacher, and eventually mall security officers.
Still, we stood still speaking the language of silence, staring into each other's eyes.
The crowds were now intermingling. Each one latching to another, grabbing this, killing that, believing this and shunning that. The ones who spoke unMadness were beginning to speak Madness, following one of the chessboard people, building bridges to somewhere, making something of themselves in their Destined image.
Reality set in around us, Grey suit and I, now us.
Factories, green grass, stone, mountains, streams, computers, blogs, information rates, explanations of their birth into this cosmos.
The right side of our lips move up so slightly and our hearts melt for every single one of the animated ones, for reality, for the food and the worm.
Love is their work, worm and word. Love is a lie to us.
The smile spreads to the left side of our mouth and we turn around, eyes shared reveling in the mathematical chaos. Person(A) chasing Person(B) creating Chase(X). Nouns are dead. Verbs live forever. XXX

Str8 up G-Ma in da Hozpitall

2011-03-27T11:38:00.000-07:00

I wake up at around 11am today with my grandpa calling me. "Your grandmother is in the hospital. Nothing major, just an ulcer."
I talk like a normal person pretty well I suspect, voice raspy from just waking up from a night celebrating the chymical union between two friends of mine. Smoking rollies, drinking cheap beer and mexican food (as well as smoking too much JWH-073 at my own loner after party) doesn't help the morning rasps either.
I hadn't talked to my grandfather in a long time, there's been this big ordeal with my grandma thinking I am a drug addict, weakling, that needs professional help etc. I really don't think people "with ADD" (since that's what I have according to the TV: "Living with ADD and Loving it!" -- it's a PBS special).
My grandfather was to have a knee replacement soon, but that doesn't look like that is going to be delayed (Oh to everyone that is after their health information: now you know...)
The suburbanite paranoid "imagination" (advertising, mass media mind virus of distrust and contempt for your fellow human being) can run rampant and make a million different reasons why I shouldn't even post what I have posted on the internet. And my grandfather is the one who said Assange should be "castrated with a dull rusty blade" in an email to me when WikiLeaks was ~big news~ (Look over here, look here!)
Same tricks Charlie Sheen, Lady Gaga, etc are using to create fame for themselves. We are all cosmic background radiation (From the big bang? Sure, I'm not that enlightened yet... however I use the big bang theory because all the robots who don't know how to think for themselves believe it instead of Psalm 23 now)
Now we are all stars. Some of us superstars. And some are just queers saying EVERYTHING IMPLIES EVERYTHING... statistically.

No, life is all about layers of distractions. Jokes, paradoxes, word-play that's where The Truth lies.

Plasma antenna truths. Meatflapping clit-twiddlers.
Probably means more to you than it does to me.

Hide It! and play the SHAME GAME

2011-03-26T23:58:00.001-07:00

You should be ashamed of yourself. (WHAT? NATURE vs GRACE? HA)
LIVE ANONYMOUS. I'm sure I can make it real. I can empty my pain on the rest of the world, they don't want to think they took part in the original birth of this all, but we'll remember soon enough, and the good thing is, we'll remember we are all in this together as the lion snaps our neck with mercy.

OVERSTIMULATE YOURSELF! -- miss the subtleties
Notice the subtleties and they drive me to madness, maybe it's the eyes I see with.

INFERENCE IS DARK ENERGY.

5% of the universe is visible? Well then the 95% is what we INFER from that five percent.

It's DARK energy because that's what I see for some reason. It has been menacing for me. So menacing I've been AFRAID TO TALK or WRITE about it. Not fear of DEATH but fear of IRREVERSIBILITY, fear of an eternal TRAP. The EYE watching over me, GOD, the one I can't help but STARE at constantly. "The Mean Reds" -- I love the main character from Breakfast at Tiffany's, I relate to her mental processing.

But it's been too long, I'm getting tired of this HELL ON EARTH, might as well jump straight into the CELL, lock the door and hang myself with my intestines only to find myself waking up on groundhog's day again.

"IT'S NOT FOR EVERYONE"

Well, good, then they shouldn't be able to understand a fucking thing I write. Which is FINE WITH ME. 1st Degree, 2nd Degree, INNER CIRCLE, TEMPLE, TEMPLE holy PLACE... Garden of Eden, the jeweled dance of eternity, the SELF IONIZATION OF WATER.

SO. I shall thrust myself in deeper. Go to India? Sit with the Dali Lama reincarnating OVER and OVER and OVER again telling the same FUCKS the same thing? Stand at the gate of eternity staring at the Bodhisattvas egging me on "Yea trust us ya slimebag we're not trying to selllllll you anything heeeehheeehehheeeee, it's FREEE"

Hide your deviations. Let them infect your insides, let the bastards say "UR DOIN' IT WRONG" -- "Hey square block doesn't go in circle hole!" -- WHO INVENTED THAT GAME ANYWAY, THE RULES, MAO MAO MAO place a card, is it right? PLACE A CARD.

Well, this works. So does the OTHER SIDE OF EULER'S IDENTITY. We don't need no STINKIN' APPLE PIE FROM SCRATCH we just need our IMAGINATION hahahahaha another UNIVERSE? No, the apple pie IS, but describing that tasty pastry is the tricks and quibbles and fun tink-tonks.

Say something like: "Meditation is pointless" -- the ones that frown get kicked in the balls. The ones that laugh are eating shit from the not-quite.

You think I know what I'm talking about? NO. I don't know ANYTHING, I'm not trying to say THIS is THAT. = equals = equals? Fuck you professor, sigma infinity infinity, and work your magic.

Making things happen.

LUST is important.
DESIRE is important.
Carve that bone from the clay elokim babys! Wrap it in flesh and CHASE IT LIKE A WILD ANIMAL.
ABSTINENCE, HUNGER, PAIN, DEATH OOoooh, don't talk about those~~~~ look on the BRIGHT side of lifedeathlifedeathlifedeath, and send a check to the hungry fucks (your human counterparts...), they can really use your fake.

I'll do IT. And I'll wait for your hungry mouth to eat me alive. If I am not lucky enough to gain the good death, then the wretched worried death I shall endure. Prometheus never had it easy. Burn the books with his fire.

Faggots Arete
Blogging 4 Lyfe
Research things you don't understand, take yourself closer to the center of the MANDALA... forever, not prestige, not money, not bitches. They're EASY like shooting dumb doves with a BB gun. CHASE SLAUGHTER CHASE RUN RUN, FASTER, NO ESCAPE. hahaha, and guess what... it's like the best dream you've ever had, just don't wake up and find yourself working at a POST OFFICE.

Rant and Rave

2011-03-25T10:07:00.000-07:00

I write like a bozo, because I am a bozo. I don't hold my own in the human world, I am a leech, or not really a leech, I'd prefer to be seen as a maggot eating something that's already dead... ~mere meat.
The things that I hold dear, the things that are important to me are the same as everyone else. Shit, food, cumming, body parts not hurting. I am not able to see myself as separate from the rest of the world, as do the people parts that follow the "Novus Ordo Seclorum" Seclorum... ages? More like seclusion, seperation, divide and conquer "strong" weak people, yes you're strong, you can stand up for yourself without help, you are alone, you need us, but not really, you're making your choices.
Peace found me for a split second last night.
For a single moment, the fear dropped and there I was with another human being. If I could of killed myself in that moment, I would have so I could let my life force dribble bubble into that little slice of the cosmic pie forever...
But no, it was fleeting, like a strobe light switching on for the first time, the AC voltage being directed though the diodes to the capacitors, them draining out slowly enough to "double" the voltage, finally twisting the spring in the main capacitor, getting it ready for another huge release of energy to arc the void, to jump it.
Nietzsche isn't a man, its a type of an electron with a property. The electron that's reaching so hard through the void, with the eyes of a tiger, the one burning "the new path" that was burned through the xenon thousands of cycles before. Splintering through the veil, the insulating nobility. Then the masses of scumbrain, buck-fuckers feel the safty of a road well traveled and it's the way to go, only to be brought to the height of the trinity of trinitys of etc etc to the very top of the pyramid of quantum energy states. Oh we're enlightend! we're here! for how long? Maybe a tick or so, a century or so, then it leaks away. Each person dropping to a lower energy state, but the flow from above is already charging that capacitor once again, getting it ready for another age of enlightenment, to cast a flash upon the rave of the alien bastards dancing to pedophilic techno, over and over again. Working for themselves always but always working for the rave, towards the grave, ground, falling. The wheel in the sky keeps on turning. The cigarette in the mouth keeps on burning.
The passion of the heart always yearning, she's on the screen now, knees to her face, and her panties over that plump cunt of soft, warm, flesh. Fleshy Gates to the other realm, connecting the dead with the living. My boney cheek rubs from anus to the Mound of Venus, my dog nose inhaling the vapours of the ancients. This one is part of the eternal tribe. I know. But I wake up again, she's on the screen. I have a hand full of half people, worthless meat things in a sea of protoplasm. I slurp this up to prevent the demons from getting to my half children.
Digesting them, the billions of half-lings swimming in the pool acid, mingling with the Sin-o-Men Toast Sugar Teat Dribble industry's anus breakfast. They make you work so they can shit in your stomach, NOT A BAD THING.
I suck the puss oozing from my teeth, and it fills my olfactories with signals telling the CIA, UPGRADE FACTORIES OL' FACTORIES ROTTING. So they start to try and find the one thing that will clear the shit away, to clean my dung stained rose glasses. FORGET! BE THANKFUL! I'll be thankful .sure. once the grass blades stop cutting, the factories stop leeching off SPACE ENERGY from the SUN. The MEXICANS and BLACKS aren't so lazy. Once ROBERTS #1 #2 #5 stop being ROBERTS and get with the BOB program. I'll be thankful when THANKSGIVING is called GENOCIDE. I'll be thankful when CUBICLES are called KENNELS. When FAT, SWEET, SALTY chip-chunk is called PEEPLE TREATS(Yum! They'll LOOOOOOOVE them!). When GOD is called &&&53nmnm_--xx(.
When people REALIZE GAGA is GENETIC CODE.
When I realize that I AM HELL.
When I get my dick in so deep, that it wont EVER COME OUT.
When I find MIND CONTROL and the CIA hiding in my ANUS.
AUTOSAVE FAIL'D

But to look on the bright side of all these ~wonderful TRUTHS~, that are so much more conducive to a productive life in the society of INFINITE MIND (no the universe is 13.7 BILLION EARTH YEARS old! Duh!)
I don't feel sorry for me.
I don't feel sorry for you.
It is DOING, and you will DO when it is TIME.
I am doing THIS, I am YELPING THAT. That's called INFINITE ENERGY OF HYPOCRISY.
HYPOCRISY is a LIE, guess what YOU'VE BEEN LIED TO ABOUT THE DEFINITION OF HYPOCRISY.
I want to point out the big old shit WE'VE left on the VICTORIAN CARPET together and want to rub your NOSE in it and say "SEE. WE WORKED TOGETHER to make that, you couldn't have done it alone and well... I'VE BEEN EATING MY SHARE OF SHIT, now let's drop your little dress up game and get to the REAL FUCKING"
The DEVILS look like ANGELS to the hardworking, penance paying, lovers of say-do-not.
The DEVILS look like FRIENDS to the wobble bunk shit fucks able-cain oopsie-knife-sticks.
The DEVILS look like DEMONS to the PHATBOI alpha-dur dur gotta fiance with a PhD lawyer oh lawdy I gotta do and hold on hard or else, o worry worry brain-fucker laden po-pos.
And do the dumb mother fuckers who can't even know what, they're all of the above in some sorta geometrical shape that folds over itself like a future imaginer. (thats me!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! MEMEMEMEMMEMEMEM)
Twist the dick in 6 dimensions find out you have a string of people.

Finance your folly with poison ivy and cock-swabble.

Finish the race BACKWARDS.

Destroy all and blow it out your ass in a poof to find a million truths, some shine like dirty diamonds and are worth 4389723 times as much.

Have CONFIDENCE in your ABILITY to drink the GREY smoothie, digest the white LIFET and condense DARK TURDS OF UNSPEAKABLE EVIL that are flushed to the underworld to produce ORTHOSZZZZKKKKKT'gagghaA! THE ELBASPEAKUN ONE. $$$ is GOOD. DISEMBOWLED NUNS, good FUCKING. TEDDY ROOSEVELT BEARS good PORNOGRAPHY. BANANA APPLESAUCE good MEALS for the elderly and weak. This kind of SHIT is CONSISTENT, "Would you like to buy our product protection plan?"... "Can I please help you find your demise in technology?"... "Do you believe in Magic?" ... "Can I have your daughter in the laptop room? ... Oh she's only 16 years OLD? HOLY SHIT I AM A FUCK UP, I AM A TERRIBLE PERSON FOR BEING ATTRACTED TO HER SIR, PLEASE HAVE MY HEAD ON A PLATTER, CUT MY DICK OFF!"
"OH it's NORMAL? OH interesting, wow I read that 4 month old babies have been reported having orgasms! After what, sir?" -- "YOU SUCKED BABY WEE?!" -- "Sir, I'm going to have to take you to the bathroom and sodomize you, just to balance this equation."
Normalacy ~IS~ RIGHT... Normalacy ~is~ the OBJECTIVE RALLY-TEE.
FUCK "is" toss it to the road and have a semi-BMW run it over as it become another pavement person, word, brain, hair, blood, scraping off the skull of our lord and savior the ETERNAL dying one.
Play some CIA war game "Call of Duty"? Sure thing, you paid for it, it was your choice BITCH. Go study your CONTROL SYSTEMS. Eugenics, conditioning, RE-PROGRAM. RE-PROGRAM. Happiness is: Gambling, Ex-Sin, Adultery, Murder(aka WAR, CRUSADES), Purpose, Pride in your WORK, Coveting technology-boredom, substance use... etc you know how 666 and 777 work over a cup of coffee discussing your very life, laughing with their pinkies up and playing footsie. The end, enjoy your life FREE MAN.

Unsinkable Sam

2011-03-25T08:35:00.000-07:00

Unsinkable Sam
Doesn't give a damn
aboot the ferries or the moats

Wikipedia Article about Unsinkable Sam

What is science beyond cause and effect?

2011-03-21T14:09:00.000-07:00

It doesn't matter WHO is making the choice, what matters is a choice is being made(sure.) and there is a result that occurs.
It doesn't matter what we call this or that, just that something is happening and can be described.
Instead of looking at the equals sign as an assigner, better to look at it as the point on a perfectly balanced fulcrum.
Reminded me of the cat analogy in "The Book" by Alan Watts:

A similar solution applies to the ancient problem of cause and effect. We believe that everything and every event must have a cause, that is, some other thing(s) or event(s), and that it will in its turn be the cause of other effects. So how does a cause lead to an effect? To make it much worse, if all that I think or do is a set of effects, there must be causes for all of them going back into an indefinite past. If so, I can't help what I do. I am simply a puppet pulled by strings that go back into times far beyond my vision.
Again, this is a problem which comes from asking the wrong question. Here is someone who has never seen a cat. He is looking through a narrow slit in a fence, and, on the other side, a cat walks by. He sees first the head, then the less distinctly shaped furry trunk, and then the tail. Extraordinary! The cat turns round and walks back, and again he sees the head, and a little later the tail. This sequence begins to look like something regular and reliable. Yet again, the cat turns round, and he witnesses the same regular sequence: first the head, and later the tail. Thereupon he reasons that the event head is the invariable and necessary cause of the event tail, which is the head's effect. This absurd and confusing gobbledygook comes his failure to see that head and tail go together: they are all one cat.
The cat wasn't born as a head which, some time later, caused a tail; it was born all of a piece, a head-tailed cat. Our observer's trouble was that he was watching it through a narrow slit, and couldn't see the whole cat at once.
The narrow slit in the fence is much like the way in which we look at life by conscious attention, for when we attend to something we ignore everything else. Attention is narrowed perception. It is a way of looking at life bit by bit, using memory to string the bits together--as when examining a dark room with a flashlight having a very narrow beam. Perception thus narrowed has the advantage of being sharp and bright, but it has to focus on one area of thc wold after another, and one feature after another. And where there are no features, only space or uniform surfaces, it somehow gets bored and searches about for more features. Attention is therefore something like a scanning mechanism in radar or television, and Norbert Wiener and his colleagues found some evidence that there is a similar process in the brain.

Numerical Alchemy

2011-03-19T14:56:00.000-07:00

Transmutation from blah to blaaaaaaaaaaah to blahblahblah.
Contemplating this: Intuitive Understanding of Euler's Formula

Also had to think about 'imaginary' numbers, I can see why I related to Descartes... he used imaginary as a derogatory term. Sour'd bitter bastards are we, un-open to new ideas in the idea playground. :)

A history of western philosophy

2011-03-15T18:47:00.000-07:00

Here's a quote:
"...any hypothesis, however absurd, may be useful in science, if it enables a discoverer to conceive things in a new way; but that, when it has served this purpose by luck, it is likely to become an obstacle to further advance."

I need to time bind this!

2011-03-10T12:30:00.000-08:00

When you forget you have a personal relationship to "God" or whatever you want call the intelligence. You really FORGET. It's weird to realize, and REMEMBER, because you REALLY REMEMBER. the memories align like planets in your mind, and you remember and you forget that you've forgotten or will ever forget again (if that's even possible! see...)

How interesting.
I wish that made more sense. I wish I could put a "cheat code" that could be read in case I forget again. Silly silly.

Singularity is here! it is near!

Feeling your life parts move around is weird after being dead for so long.

Seeing God

2011-03-09T00:25:00.000-08:00

I ran across this article today after putting "Godel's Incompleteness Joke" into google, I used the term to describe myself on facebook, and found this great article, good message all around. Here's an excerpt:

What is God's best joke? It's called Gödel's Incompleteness Theorem. It is so powerful that, when I first met it as a graduate student over 40 years ago, it almost caused me to have a mental breakdown. I had built my life on a foundation of logic, and logic was now showing itself, at best, to be incomplete.

Roughly speaking, Gödel proved that there are truths that we can never know – that human beings cannot know all that is true. What does it mean for there to be a truth that we cannot know. Who knows it? Only God.

So Gödel's Incompleteness Theorem basically proves that God knows things that we cannot. If one grants that Gödel's Incompleteness Theorem is part of God's Creation, not only did God set things up so that we cannot know everything, but God set it up so that we can prove that! Quite a joke, though perhaps at our expense.

And here's the link to the full article: Seeing God

The part where he talks about repressing anger, is dangerous, imho.

DNA Replication

2011-03-06T23:45:00.000-08:00

AWESOME VIDEO

4th Hexagram

2011-03-06T21:53:00.000-08:00

I asked if I should look for a job.
The 4th Hexagram
Follow my folly?