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Saturday, January 10th, 2009
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The more we sweat in peace the less we bleed in war. ~Vijaya Lakshmi Pandit
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Tuesday, February 19th, 2008
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"Religion is the sigh of the oppressed creature, the heart of a heartless world, just as it is the spirit of a spiritless situation. It is the opiate of the people."
—Karl Marx
Hmmm, that religion buisness sounds pretty handy in these dark days. Whatcha think?
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Monday, February 18th, 2008
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Writing another paper, short and confusion, not long and windy.
Its so easy to slip into happiness, I stopped at the steps of the library , looking up at an orange halo around the moon, framed by skeletal tree branches.
I feel totally at open, the mountains pull at my eyes, I cannot drive home from school, as they invade my vision with towering majesty. Snow has flecked our humble costal mountain tops, a sign of changing climes.
It is so easy to slip into happiness, leaving my studies to go to an ocean overlook, a grassy cliff, and read and roll in the grass, bruise a bicep, and sing a little song. My pointy hat cannot focus my thoughts, all scattered and chaotic like the perfect poem about a little orange fruit.
I love to research, and learn, I have learned so much at school that I have nothing to show for. I spend my hours, proving that I learned something, rather than learning more. I cannot put these things into words, rsis, cognition, aural traditions etc... Why must we show others anything? I have something good, just take my word for it.
Go hug someone, have a picnic, a nap and stretch in the park. I dont know what to tell people anymore.
At least my life is bursting at the seams with the magic that people think only lives in screenplays, majestic scenery, charming vagabonds, fair maidens, ignoble nights, streams of colour, memory, nostalgia, parties, drugs, swords, silly hats, exotic sausages, and riots in the streets
sometimes, I have to go out, and stand in the middle of the chaos, just to be there, to laugh echos into the cavernous suits of armour the police wear, all black and shiny, and we dance a silent motionless jig for the way things could be if we all just stopped thinking and talking and trying so hard.
We keep trying to fill the silence with something, but silence is better than telescreenovision, and a moment of peace, in a dirty alley, cannot be captured on a screen.
When the giants do battle, the grass gets trampled.
Up! Scramble!
Climbings of a tree, who sips slender stems of wine to the moon, until she can no longer
bottle your charm,
she must falls into the lap of a sparrow,
drunk on longing, not long for belonging.
only in the prickle forest of dreams, they cannot take away those
tiny gifts,
We shall tie our Tounges into a fortress of bee leafs!
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Monday, February 11th, 2008
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I never whine about politics, except right now.
http://www.nytimes.com/2008/02/11/opinion/11mon4.html
Nafta is still a big pile of shit, thanks to the clintons.
Lets get together, laugh it off, and burn some fucking money!
Hey, at least im doing something about this inflation problem, if the government can't handle it, im taking matters into my own hands.
Noon, pardall tunnel, Isla Vista. Watch out for teh man.
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Thursday, January 31st, 2008
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http://www.iht.com/articles/2008/01/31/europe/bags.php
"In a determined attempt to deal with litter, Ireland passed a plastic bag tax in 2002 - now 22 euro cents, about 33 U.S. cents - at the register if you want one with your purchases. There was an advertising awareness campaign. Then something happened that was bigger than the sum of these parts.
Within weeks, there was a 94 percent drop in plastic bag use. "
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Tuesday, January 29th, 2008
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rumours abound, that I lost my mind.
I am ok, feeling better, happy, healthy, fit as a flea, and so forth.
Still in school, staying cool.
Here is a story.
A Sermon on Ethics and Love
One day, Malaclypse the Younger asked the
messenger spirit Saint Gulik to approach the
Goddess and request her presence for some desperate
advice. Shortly thereafter, a radio came
on by itself, and an ethereal female voice said,
“YES?”
“O Eris! Blessed Mother of Man! Queen of
Chaos! Daughter of Discord! Concubine of Confusion!
O! Exquisite Lady, I beseech You to lift a
heavy burden from my heart!”
“What bothers you Mal? You don’t sound well.”
“I am bother with fear an torment with terrible
visions of pain. Everywhere people are hurting
one another, the planet is rampant with injustices,
whole societies plunder groups of their own
people, mothers imprison sons, children perish
while brothers war. O, woe.”
“What is the matter with that, if it is what you
want to do?”
“But nobody wants it! Everybody hates it!”
“Oh. Well, then stop.”
At which point She turned Herself into an aspirin
commercial and left the Polyfather stranded
alone with his species.
There is no tyranny in the state of confusion.
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Monday, January 28th, 2008
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The core Sigilisation process can be divided into six stages,
which I will explain using the acronym S.P.L.I.F.F.
S - Specify Intent
P - Pathways available?
L - Link intent to symbolic carrier
I - Intense Gnosis/Indifferent Vacuity
F - Fire
F - Forget
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Thursday, January 24th, 2008
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Česky:
"Jestliže se vytratí láska a porozumění, jestliže lidstvo přestane vnímat významy sdělení těch, kteří jsou jejich součástí a bude zkoumat pouze formy a ne obsahy, zbudou jen otazníky, které se rozsvěcují spolu s diskursem o budoucnosti českého trůnu a směřování lidstva vůbec. Jsou vám tedy otazníky bližší než jistota tepajících srdcí?"
English:
As soon as love and compashion diminishes and the man stops being sentient to meanings of expressions of those who are his integral part and begins to analyse forms instead of purposes, the only thing remaining will only have been question marks which will lighten up in symbiosis with diskurzus about future of the czech throne and direction of humanity itself. Are those question marks closer to you than reliance of pulsating hearts?
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Tuesday, January 22nd, 2008
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Wednesday, January 16th, 2008
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Monday, January 7th, 2008
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Living in a prision of stale bread, spashing the walls with hot soup and vinegar, clawing through these wet biscuit walls to find you.
the days are spent grinding spices, replenishing stocks, simmering stock, pouring over books of alchemical lore, nutrition, food, elements, heat and cold, rain splatters itself into water across the windows, and we run around barefoot on the tile floor, wondering if each moment is worth it.
Im upset that my time here is limited, my body will eventually wither and fertilize a tree, what will make these moments worthwhile? Im trying to find a path, stretching my legs, struggling with weights too big for me, challenging everything i can.
The chaos magicians warn us of a black iron prison, a construct of social order. I think we are really in it, i'm starting to notice things, now that i am almost educated, my attempts to apply my understanding of social science to what i see around me only reminds me of the prison bars. Chaos just might be the answer, an intuitive one, but i've learned that intuition will get you farther than rational thought. Im tired of thinking in circles, its time to break out, spit in the eye of your local devil, and go for a walk, smell the night air.
its good to walk home from work, spend an hour shambling around the empty raining streets, ready for something to happen.
Something has got to happen, its nice here, but i can't stay forever, I struggle to give meaning to what i have, and the space is running out, I've got more ideas than space to fill.
Apathy is our greatest weapon.
One day they will call us to war, and we will all rise up, chins high, frown, and begin to hesitate.
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Sunday, December 30th, 2007
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New Years Party, at my house.
Menu:
Cheese Papousas
Crying Tiger Thai Chicken
Steamed Dumplings
Soup
Samosas
All are welcome to attend.
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Tuesday, December 4th, 2007
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A risk in any large-quantity (over 25 g, ~5 teaspoons) ingestion of nutmeg is the onset of 'nutmeg poisoning', an acute psychiatric disorder marked by thought disorder, a sense of impending doom, death, and agitation. Some cases have resulted in hospitalization.
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Tuesday, November 27th, 2007
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sleeping is like pretending to be dead, so your toes can be tricked into the cessation of caloric comsumption, so your glycogens can form little cheerleader pyramids,amid blaring klaxons of communist warnings, and shout out exuberant cheers, egging on your brain to completely reorganize the data of the day, so later when someone axes your questions your can responds.
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Sunday, November 25th, 2007
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Monday, November 19th, 2007
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Homosexuality is Not Just for Men. Even Among Women It Is A
Splendid Rage!
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Thursday, November 8th, 2007
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dontsleepstudystudystudystudystudydontsleepstoooody!
one midterm left! Crazy midterms this quarter, I seem to be getting good grades... and then this one plops on my headmeats, its big, its complicated, i dont know if my bluebook is big enough to write all this down. I moan that my classes arn't hardcore enuf, and now one is, and i moan and moan and sloan.
I have learned so much, I staggered downstairs last night, to a diverse buttery display of homemade ravioli(s), I love my home, im getting into chaos too, discordians, the temporary autonomous zone, greyfaces, mandrake rubs, turkey gobbles, just keep drinking sweet cinnomonnny mexican coffee, full of cream and spice, set the alarm for 5 am, think about transatlantic slavery, think about how and why African slaves were sold to the european powers, the king of Dahomey sold an enormous amount of slaves to the Portuguese, for alcohol, and firearms, and the neighboring nations in africa helped plot the downfall of the Dahomey years later, bitter bitter bitter.
I am traveling to davis this weekend, brian and I, will make our classic trip, zoom zoom northwards, seeking distant things, a little bean, a chance to relax.
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Sunday, October 28th, 2007
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After mumbling something about Jesus never visiting His followers
and making THEIR lives miserable, he agreed that the Hog-Blowing Bite Me
Power Tool Apocalypse Riding Liquid Nicotine Dune Buggies would get back
together under the name K235172571532-5 and release Their Second Album (the
first was entitled Their First Album and is only available for a limited time
in a dumpster down the street from where I am writing this).
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Tuesday, October 23rd, 2007
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i totally revoke all statements that hiphop has forgotten the b-boy.
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