Oh Wandering One:
From the page: "P2P - Person to Person data sharing"
Oh, The Irony.
From the page: "P2P - Person to Person data sharing"
Oh, The Irony.
"... the art of not reading is highly important. This consists in not taking a book into one's hand merely because it is interesting the great public at the time -- such as political or religious pamphlets, novels, poetry, and the like, which make a noise and reach perhaps several editions in their first and last years of existence. Remember rather that the man who writes for fools always finds a large public: and only read for a limited and definite time exclusively the works of great minds, those who surpass other men of all times and countries, and whom the voice of fame points to as such. These alone really educate and instruct.
One can never read too little of bad, or too much of good books: bad books are intellectual poison; they destroy the mind.
In order to read what is good one must make it a condition never to read what is bad; for life is short, and both time and strength limited."
-- Arthur Schopenhauer
"Life will perpetuate itself, events will go on happening, spiritual conflicts will be resolved, and I will play no part in them. I have nothing to hope for on either side, moral or physical. For me there is perpetual sorrow and shadow, the night of the soul, and I have no voice to cry out.
Cast your riches far from this numb body, for it is insensible to the seasons of the spirit or the flesh.
I have chosen the domain of sorrow and shadow as others have chosen that of the glow and the accumulation of things. I do not labor within the scope of my domain. My only labor is eternity itself."
-- Antonin Artaud, Fragments of A Journal in Hell
"...Remember the beautiful mirage of concepts, and moving words,
palaces of mirrors built in a cave, and remember the man who came,
who broke everything, who took you with his rough hand, pulled you
from your dreams, and made you sit in the thorns of the full day
and remember that you do not know how to remember yourself..."
"All man did was to invent God so as to live without killing himself. That's the essence of universal history till now. I am the only man in universal history who for the first time refused to invent God. [...] To realize that there is no god and not to realize at the same instant that you have become god yourself - is an absurdity, for else you would certainly kill yourself. If you do realize it, you are a king and will never kill yourself, but will live in the greatest glory. But he who is first to realize it is bound to kill himself, for otherwise who will begin and prove it? [...] I am still only a god against my will, and I am unhappy because I am bound to express my self-will. [...] Fear is the curse of mankind. But I shall proclaim my self-will. I am bound to believe that I do not believe. I shall begin and end, and open the door."
I stood in my ivory tower, making artifice of the immaterial.
But he took it all away, He made the towers I called home no longer.
And he spoke these simple words "Do work son!".
His 'blogs' are concise but surprisingly well thought out, and are perhaps an embodiment of the 21st century disaffected man's stream of consciousness.
I've been reading TSB for a very long time, while keeping myself hushed, but I think the time has come to express my dissatisfaction with the current sociopolitical and scientific schemes that control the SU infrastructure and give a thumbs up. I think his e-cultural significance is underrated in the extreme, and will continue to be a hidden defining feature in the SU ecosystem.
I am not alone.
A passionate appeal to gods of this world who suffer not man nor woman to look upon them. An appeal to the phenomena which we call reality. Abandoning the discord, the perturbation of the self, and the ancient dread of the unknown, She poses this question "What is it all for?".
Noone guessed. No one knew - due to all of his flaws, that the world's most human sociologist wasn't human at all.
I've grown old it seems.
and we agree to differ
we don't argue whether
the blue clouds streaming
are the smoke writing the light
or the light coming down to smoke
Once, A wise man once told me "Time is not an Empirical Concept". An equally wise woman showed me the way of NXVR.
The importance of Free Information in a Free Society. Free Consciousness alterations via submersion into unrestricted media phantasmagoria distributed by various networks under the sea and fueled by the kindness of neighbors, creatures of the deep and other tentacled mind flayers. A phantasm of a perfect utopian world of 1s and 0s.
I wonder where I would be without Phillipinas. Do good work, stay well, and keep in touch.
One day Alice came to a fork in the road and saw a Cheshire cat in a tree. "Which road do I take?" she asked. "Where do you want to go?" was his response. "I don't know," Alice answered. "Then," said the cat, "it doesn't matter."
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Bunny Project at Kalmar Konstmuseum, Sweden 2008
Performance commissioned by Kalmar Museum of Art, Sweden. During the inauguration of the new art museum in Kalmar a suspicious individual sneaked around the premises mounting sculptures made of carrots, alarm clocks, red and blue cables, metal wire and tape. On direct orders from the Swedish secret police the performance was stopped since the Culture Minister refused to give her inaugural speech if it were to continue. The speech , as it later turned out, was about how art must be allowed to be free and provocative.
23 Master the Art of the Bold Move
"A moment has arrived: your victim clearly desires you, but is not ready to admit it openly, let alone act on it. This is the time to throw aside chivalry, kindness, and coquetry and to overwhelm with a bold move. Don't give the victim time to consider the consequences; and create conflict, stir up tension, so that the bold move comes as a great release. Showing hesitation or awkwardness means you are thinking of yourself, as opposed to being overwhelmed by the victim's charms. Never hold back or meet the target halfway, under the belief that you are being correct and considerate; you must be seductive now, not political. One person must go on the offensive, and it is you."
These 24 seduction techniques were taken from Robert Greene's treatise on seduction, and are meant to be taken in sequential order. It is really quite an entertaining book, full of side stories on history's greatest seductions, up to and including quite a lot on the Nietzsche/Salome/Rilke affairs.
The Primary Doctrine of Hell
found throughout the history of Christianity
(1) The Punishment Thesis: the purpose of hell is to punish those whose earthly lives and behavior warrant it.
(2) The No Escape Thesis: it is metaphysically impossible to get out of hell once one has been consigned there.
(3) The Anti-Universalism Thesis: some people will be consigned to hell.
(4) The Eternal Existence Thesis: hell is a place of unending conscious existence.
A must-read. David Graeber describes capitalism's intimate relationship with the Bloody Sire.
from the page: "The financialisation of capital has lead to a situation where something like 97 to 98 percent of the money in the total `economy' of wealthy countries like the US or UK is debt. That is to say, it is money whose value rests not on something that actually exists in the present (bauxite, sculptures, peaches, software), but something that might exist at some point in the future. `Abstract' money is not an idea, it's a promise - a promise of something concrete that will exist at some time in the future, future profits extracted from future resources, future labour of miners, artists, fruit-pickers, web designers, not yet born. At the point where the imaginary future economy is 50 to 100 times larger than the current `real' one, something has got to give. But the bursting of bubbles often leaves no future to imagine at all, except of catastrophe, because the creation of bubbles is made possible by the destruction of any ability to imagine alternative futures. It's only once one cannot imagine that we are moving towards any sort of new future society, that the world will never be fundamentally different, that there's nothing left to imagine but more and more future money. . .
. . .What I want to emphasise here, though, is what happens when money does first appear in something like it's current form (basically, with the appearance of the state). Because here, it becomes apparent that not only do the economists get it wrong, they get it precisely backwards. In fact, virtual money comes first. Banking, tabs, and expense accounts existed for at least two thousand years before there was anything like coinage, or any other physical object that was regularly used to buy and sell things, anything that could be labeled `currency.'
`Money' in that modern sense, a uniform commodity not only chosen to measure the value of other commodities, but actually stamped in uniform denominations and paid out every time anyone bought or sold something, was an Iron Age innovation - most likely, invented to pay mercenaries. Barter in the sense imagined by Adam Smith, the direct exchange of arrowheads for shoes or the like, can sometimes develop at the margins between societies, or as part of international trade, but it mainly tends to occur in places where people have become accustomed to the use of money and then that supply of money disappears. Examples of the latter include some parts of 18th and 19th century West Africa, or more recently, if more briefly, in Russia or Argentina.
What follows is a fragment of a much larger project of research on debt and debt money in human history. The first and overwhelming conclusion of this project is that in studying economic history, we tend to systematically ignore the role of violence, the absolutely central role of war and slavery in creating and shaping the basic institutions of what we now call `the economy'. What's more, origins matter. The violence may be invisible, but it remains inscribed in the very logic of our economic common sense, in the apparently self-evident nature of institutions that simply would never and could never exist outside of the monopoly of violence - but also, the systematic threat of violence - maintained by the contemporary State."
"And in the same disorder of mind, at the summons of the same anguish, all cultivated Europe underwent the rapid revival of her innumerable ways of thought: dogmas, philosophies, heterogeneous ideals; the three hundred ways of explaining the World, the thousand and one versions of Christianity, the two dozen kinds of positivism; the whole spectrum of intellectual light spread out its incompatible colors, illuminating with a strange and contradictory glow the death agony of the European soul. While inventors were feverishly searching their imaginations and the annals of former wars for the means of doing away with barbed wire, of outwitting submarines or paralyzing the flight of airplanes, her soul was intoning at the same time all the incantations it ever knew, and giving serious consideration to the most bizarre prophecies; she sought refuge, guidance, consolation throughout the whole register of her memories, past acts, and ancestral attitudes. Such are the known effects of anxiety, the disordered behavior of mind fleeing from reality to nightmare and from nightmare back to reality, terrified, like a rat caught in a trap. . . .
The military crisis may be over. The economic crisis is still with us in all its force. But the intellectual crisis, being more subtle and, by it nature, assuming the most deceptive appearances (since it takes place in the very realm of dissimulation)...this crisis will hardly allow us to grasp its true extent, its phase.
. . . our Hamlet of Europe is watching millions of ghosts.
But he is an intellectual Hamlet, meditating on the life and death of truths; for ghosts, he has all the subjects of our controversies; for remorse, all the titles of our fame. He is bowed under the weight of all the discoveries and varieties of knowledge, incapable of resuming the endless activity; he broods on the tedium of rehearsing the past and the folly of always trying to innovate. He staggers between two abysses -- for two dangers never cease threatening the world: order and disorder."
Paul Val駻y, Crisis of the Mind, 1919
Firm breasts, enchanting thighs
And a lovely face,
Why your perturbation, mind?
If you are desirous of them,
Do something nice
If you want them,
For without nice things,
No goals are cherished.
--from Bhartrihari's Passion. Bhartrihari was a sixth century poet-grammarian-philosopher-king best known for his works Politics, Passion, and Disenchantment-- a trilogy of sorts on the art of worldiness, and, ultimately renunciation.
Consider, In the words of the eminent Ice-T.
"Ladies, We ain't just talkin' about you, Some of your men are Bitches too"