just shouting for all to hear these are links to a pair of tiger lillies songs
read the lyrics as you listen, these guys rock!
http://tigerlillies.com/2003/index.php?main=recordings&trackId=9
&
http://tigerlillies.com/2003/index.php?main=recordings&trackId=7
hope you enjoy
-off
DeHuman8
December 31, 2004
my essay....
for anyone who is confused, today's post is in response to:
http://www.anarchyzen.blogspot.com
Physical vs Spiritual Pain
spiritual pain is nothing more than your mind telling you that your life is too fucking easy. if, for example, you spent everyday running from lions & trying to dig up edible roots with your bare hands, you wouldn't have time, nor energy, to be depressed. in a very darwinian sense we're wired for survival, but we're not really wired for 'top of the food chain' survival. we're food for things. so our minds are designed for stress, that's how we survived, always worrying if ed's got ate, marge ate something poisonous, or you'll even survive the day. this is hundreds of thousands of years worth of genetic coding. 5k years of being citified sure as hell can't over-ride it.
as to why does physical pain seem to help spiritual pain?
here's my guess. first, periodically, your genetics put you into 'survival' mode kickin out tons of funky hormones & brain chemically bits. now, since there is no life/death situation, our minds have to interpret these chemicals flying around in our heads. so we have this stimuli, that says we should be in danger, our intellect over-rides this because it knows it's safe. hence we feel disappointed, sort of chemically let down, thus depression. we feel better, in these circumstance, when we suffer physical pain because or minds rationalize that our initial 'survival' mode batch of chemicals was justified.
just a ad-hoc guess.
-done makin' shit up
DeHuman8
http://www.anarchyzen.blogspot.com
Physical vs Spiritual Pain
spiritual pain is nothing more than your mind telling you that your life is too fucking easy. if, for example, you spent everyday running from lions & trying to dig up edible roots with your bare hands, you wouldn't have time, nor energy, to be depressed. in a very darwinian sense we're wired for survival, but we're not really wired for 'top of the food chain' survival. we're food for things. so our minds are designed for stress, that's how we survived, always worrying if ed's got ate, marge ate something poisonous, or you'll even survive the day. this is hundreds of thousands of years worth of genetic coding. 5k years of being citified sure as hell can't over-ride it.
as to why does physical pain seem to help spiritual pain?
here's my guess. first, periodically, your genetics put you into 'survival' mode kickin out tons of funky hormones & brain chemically bits. now, since there is no life/death situation, our minds have to interpret these chemicals flying around in our heads. so we have this stimuli, that says we should be in danger, our intellect over-rides this because it knows it's safe. hence we feel disappointed, sort of chemically let down, thus depression. we feel better, in these circumstance, when we suffer physical pain because or minds rationalize that our initial 'survival' mode batch of chemicals was justified.
just a ad-hoc guess.
-done makin' shit up
DeHuman8
December 29, 2004
america, the world's ostrich
a co-worker said something yesterday that really bothered me, she was reading about the tsunami on msnbc.com and her comment was 'i really hate how these news stations have to put such depressive pictures on their sites, i mean i want to read about it, i don't want to see it.' to make matters worse, many people started agreeing with her. this is fucking real life people, not a god damned book! these things happen life is filled with tragedy, despair, and all sorts of 'unpleasant' occurrences. pull your heads out of the sand people, and look around.
i'm willing to bet, that, if more amercians had actually looked at the world around them, 9/11 wouldn't have occurred. but no, we wrap ourselves in a cocoon of soft cotton, insulating ourselves from the rest of the world. creating delusions for ourselves, that somehow by right of birth we ARE smarter, stronger, better than everyone else. everyone else in this world lives, loves, cries & dies JUST LIKE US. we are no better, just richer.
to all you relatively poor american folk, what do you think of those rich kids? born with a sliver spoon in their mouth, acting like they're better than you just because they were born into the 'right' family. they piss you off don't they!
well, here's a news flash for you- we are that rich kid to the rest of the world! that's how we act toward other countries. we are spoiled rotten brats who don't know how to think of any thing but ourselves.
we americans are self centered, arrogant, undereducated bunch of buffoons and we need to wake the fuck up!
so look at the world around you, and try to understand.
we are not alone, we just pretend that we are.
-off
DeHuman8
i'm willing to bet, that, if more amercians had actually looked at the world around them, 9/11 wouldn't have occurred. but no, we wrap ourselves in a cocoon of soft cotton, insulating ourselves from the rest of the world. creating delusions for ourselves, that somehow by right of birth we ARE smarter, stronger, better than everyone else. everyone else in this world lives, loves, cries & dies JUST LIKE US. we are no better, just richer.
to all you relatively poor american folk, what do you think of those rich kids? born with a sliver spoon in their mouth, acting like they're better than you just because they were born into the 'right' family. they piss you off don't they!
well, here's a news flash for you- we are that rich kid to the rest of the world! that's how we act toward other countries. we are spoiled rotten brats who don't know how to think of any thing but ourselves.
we americans are self centered, arrogant, undereducated bunch of buffoons and we need to wake the fuck up!
so look at the world around you, and try to understand.
we are not alone, we just pretend that we are.
-off
DeHuman8
December 28, 2004
Boba Fett
another day in paradise, if a frigid wasteland of wind & snow is your idea of paradise. makes me wonder who i betrayed to be damned to this circle of hell.
i'm feeling kinda uninspired, so you may wonder why i'd bother to write anything, being as uninspired as i am. well, since you asked, it's because i'm dumb. that's right an a-1 idiot who doesn't know when the hell to leave well enough alone. maybe i think that randomly typing will somehow, miraculously, cause my mind to hit on that 'magic moment' of zen. or blindly hoping, beyond all hope, that my incredible, mind boggling, boredom will be alleviated, if only for a splinter of time. if the 'sliders' theory of the universe is correct then there are millions of me being bored, throughout the multiverse. are you bored yet? i thought you would be. i wonder how many people have committed suicide out of sheer boredom? what method do bored suicides use most often? do they leave dull suicide notes? someone kill me....
DeHuman8
i'm feeling kinda uninspired, so you may wonder why i'd bother to write anything, being as uninspired as i am. well, since you asked, it's because i'm dumb. that's right an a-1 idiot who doesn't know when the hell to leave well enough alone. maybe i think that randomly typing will somehow, miraculously, cause my mind to hit on that 'magic moment' of zen. or blindly hoping, beyond all hope, that my incredible, mind boggling, boredom will be alleviated, if only for a splinter of time. if the 'sliders' theory of the universe is correct then there are millions of me being bored, throughout the multiverse. are you bored yet? i thought you would be. i wonder how many people have committed suicide out of sheer boredom? what method do bored suicides use most often? do they leave dull suicide notes? someone kill me....
DeHuman8
December 27, 2004
Mother Nature Must be Stopped!!!
and now, her reign of terror MUST come to a stop. i'm sure you've all heard of her latest atrocity. killing over 20000 people, many of them children! so i beg of you, take up arms against the earth, she is out to kill us, so in our own defense we must kill her first, only then will our children be safe. how many have lived in fear of one terrorist attack or another, florida cowering from her hurricanes, california in constant fear of 'the big one'. and so many killed each year through her little terrors. so citizens of the world i believe that finally we have a common enemy! we must put aside our petty differences and join forces! the earth MUST be destroyed!
or at very least make the earth wear a veil too hide her shame. or maybe tatoo a giant scarlet letter on her fore head. whis continent would be the earth's forehead? if earth is a she, how do male planets mate with her? i'm pretty sure this is how new planets get made. mating planet! maybe we're like a planet STD, no planets will 'get with' earth for fear of catching 'humans'. maybe the dinosaurs became extinct when she used a topical cream to cure STD's?
-ah well
Dehuman8
or at very least make the earth wear a veil too hide her shame. or maybe tatoo a giant scarlet letter on her fore head. whis continent would be the earth's forehead? if earth is a she, how do male planets mate with her? i'm pretty sure this is how new planets get made. mating planet! maybe we're like a planet STD, no planets will 'get with' earth for fear of catching 'humans'. maybe the dinosaurs became extinct when she used a topical cream to cure STD's?
-ah well
Dehuman8
December 25, 2004
Ramble on
x-madaquanaka has almost finished,
YAY.
I'm too hyped on caffeine to be sitting at work, much less actually write anything bearing a resemblance too 'good' or, gasp, 'interesting'. but blogging is my flavor of the week, so i shall do it religiously, until i lose faith and fall from grace. fall from grace, rather an asinine saying, like grace is a tree (yes with the trees again) and 'WHOOPS' i fell from grace. can you break bones when you fall from grace? no?....hmmm, welllll....could you get a minor abrasion, maybe on a knee or something?.....no?....hmmmm, well why the hell would you care if you fell from it? this is a dumb topic. so i'll switch, how about them nicks?.... fuck you, i don't need your readership anyway....no, wait, i didn't mean it....come back....
anyway, i'm bored, and for some reason, whenever i sit down to write, i feel like some deranged madman. you listen to him, in desperate hopes that he won't become violent. nervously shuffling your feet, looking repeatedly at a watch that isn't there, hoping for a way, any way, out. it's hard to figure out weather i'm slipping into a character or out of one. caught in some perverse schrodinger personality, you can't tell which one is the character or which is real, until it is observed. and by the mere act of observing the personality, it become forever altered from what it once was. i think a sharp blow to the head would be beneficial right about now...
it must be incredibly painful for 'not me' to read this
ah, well signing off
-DeHuman8
YAY.
I'm too hyped on caffeine to be sitting at work, much less actually write anything bearing a resemblance too 'good' or, gasp, 'interesting'. but blogging is my flavor of the week, so i shall do it religiously, until i lose faith and fall from grace. fall from grace, rather an asinine saying, like grace is a tree (yes with the trees again) and 'WHOOPS' i fell from grace. can you break bones when you fall from grace? no?....hmmm, welllll....could you get a minor abrasion, maybe on a knee or something?.....no?....hmmmm, well why the hell would you care if you fell from it? this is a dumb topic. so i'll switch, how about them nicks?.... fuck you, i don't need your readership anyway....no, wait, i didn't mean it....come back....
anyway, i'm bored, and for some reason, whenever i sit down to write, i feel like some deranged madman. you listen to him, in desperate hopes that he won't become violent. nervously shuffling your feet, looking repeatedly at a watch that isn't there, hoping for a way, any way, out. it's hard to figure out weather i'm slipping into a character or out of one. caught in some perverse schrodinger personality, you can't tell which one is the character or which is real, until it is observed. and by the mere act of observing the personality, it become forever altered from what it once was. i think a sharp blow to the head would be beneficial right about now...
it must be incredibly painful for 'not me' to read this
ah, well signing off
-DeHuman8
December 24, 2004
x-mas eve
Well here i be, x mas eve starting my first foray into the realm of blogging, a shout into the void. blindly hoping god will exist to hear. but sadly the shout fails to even echo.
ah well, whatever,
now is the time i rant...and rave.
x mas, people have complained about it louder and better than i will here, oh well, i hate the god forsaken holiday. americans are fucked. there really is no other way to put it. we have this 'holiday', which is pretending to be the birthday of some dead guy (who may or may not have existed). and here's the kicker , even if dead guy did exist, scholars pretty much agree, dec 25th is nowhere near dead guy's birth day. so we are celebrating a potentially fictional dead guy's un-birthday. WTF? so, why are we supposed to give everyone gifts on dead guys un-birthday? i've figured out why we kill a tree, and dress it like a wooden hooker. revenge. since dead guy got nailed to a tree, once a year we get a tree and kill it. slowly. the star at the top is to torture it further, a shocking reminder of the immolation it will suffer after death(this goes against everything tree's believe, the tree equivalent of calling auschwitz a snack bar). the lights on trees & shrubs outside? you guessed it an ongoing reign of terror against our woodsy neighbors. it is a little known fact that humans didn't start making things out of wood, nor burn it, until after dead guy's tree excursion.
ah well i'm out for now
-DeHuman8
ah well, whatever,
now is the time i rant...and rave.
x mas, people have complained about it louder and better than i will here, oh well, i hate the god forsaken holiday. americans are fucked. there really is no other way to put it. we have this 'holiday', which is pretending to be the birthday of some dead guy (who may or may not have existed). and here's the kicker , even if dead guy did exist, scholars pretty much agree, dec 25th is nowhere near dead guy's birth day. so we are celebrating a potentially fictional dead guy's un-birthday. WTF? so, why are we supposed to give everyone gifts on dead guys un-birthday? i've figured out why we kill a tree, and dress it like a wooden hooker. revenge. since dead guy got nailed to a tree, once a year we get a tree and kill it. slowly. the star at the top is to torture it further, a shocking reminder of the immolation it will suffer after death(this goes against everything tree's believe, the tree equivalent of calling auschwitz a snack bar). the lights on trees & shrubs outside? you guessed it an ongoing reign of terror against our woodsy neighbors. it is a little known fact that humans didn't start making things out of wood, nor burn it, until after dead guy's tree excursion.
ah well i'm out for now
-DeHuman8
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