Every now and then people stand right the fuck up and remind me that I fucking hate you all.
Well, maybe not you,
No you I hate.
And you too.
Yeah, I don’t hate you so much.
But every other god damn mother fucker on this planet deserves a slow painful death. For no other reason then the mind-blowing stupidity. Now sometimes I may not be the brightest crayon in the deck, but compared to the average American I’m a brain trust that makes Einstein look mildly retarded.
I know, I know, you want specific examples.
You want to know just what pissed me right the fuck off.
Oh, I see you pretending you don’t give a rats ass, and I see why you aren’t in fucking Hollywood.
There was no specific instance, haven’t you ever had on of those days? You know, the ones where is seems everyone is working in a bizarre concert specifically designed to drive you stark, raving, fucking mad? Dickhead A cuts you off on your way to work, jackass B takes your parking space, fucktard C sets your cat on fire. Etc. etc. It is the overwhelming stupidity of the human race that pisses me right the fuck off, I hope rabid badgers mate in your intestines.
I feel marginally better.
I hope you die.
-De
April 28, 2005
Aack
I am so mind numbingly bored at this moment in time that I’m hoping that WWIII will break out, just to give me something to do.
April 27, 2005
Objective Justice
this is in response to Psuche's recent blog.
Ok, I’m going to attempt to keep this response as mentally legible as possible. But as it’s a long post with many ideas & I’m not the best at written responses it’s anyone’s guess how well I do.
Now you start with the statement that anything that supports life will be upheld by justice, anything detrimental to life will be punished. Now first off this is a species specific, so justice only applies to humans, how else would we eat. And that’s another argument all together. Now justice is blind but people are not, so lets take some time for a thought project.
Here is the situation 2 people, we’ll call them Art & Bert, are put into a biosphere for an unspecified amount of time. both are intelligent people, but bad at statistics & game theory ;), of equal physical ability. Now after some time Art & Bert both notice that they are getting diminishing returns on the crops they are growing. Art, who always was a bit paranoid, starts to save portions of his food allotment that store, just in case they are not let out before there is no more food. Bert on the other hand is confident that they’ll be let out soon and eats the normal amount. Time goes by and there is no more new food. Only Art has food. However because of his reduced rations he is now weaker than Bert.
There are 4 possible outcomes: a)both are alive, b)Art is alive, c)Bert is alive, d)both are dead.
We will ignore a & d since there is no real justice to be objective.
Now b will only occur if Art does not act in favor of Bert’s life, so would how would an objective justice react to Art’s killing of Bart through inaction? Is it just for Art to place his own life above Bert’s?
Now if c occurs, Bert would have killed Art, though the quick killing is more humane than the starvation would have been, he has actively done harm to another in order to preserve his own life. Now would an objective justice uphold Bert in this scenario?
If you can have an objective justice then there must be a clear cut answer to the above quandary as to who recieved justice or who deserves.
Next section refers to your using of justice to explain an accident, like the trucker, but this is a false statement for justice is:
1.The quality of being just; fairness.
2.The principle of moral rightness; equity.
3.Conformity to moral rightness in action or attitude; righteousness.
4.The upholding of what is just, especially fair treatment and due reward in accordance with honor, standards, or law.
Law. The administration and procedure of law.
5.Conformity to truth, fact, or sound reason:
Now you might say that definition 4 is the one which proves it is just. But that defination is so incredibly vague wide reaching that it essentially says justice=reality=justice=reality, ad nausium. I mean conformity to truth, or fact? Reality is truth, so conformity to truth means you don’t break the laws of reality. No true fact can ever go against reality, so every true fact is truth. And sound reason? This is subjective, unless you want to consider sound reason to mean reason base on truth & fact, but since no human can ever truly know if they know the truth, or the facts sound reason in this sense is beyond our comprehension. But I digress.
Definition # 4 essentially says that everything is justice & justice is everything, so if you are going to fall back and say that definition 4 proves the truck driver received justice, then I turn around and say I can kill someone for no reason and they received justice, for I what I did conformed with truth or fact. But that goes against your precept that justice ‘cares’ about life. Now you could say that people will arrest & hang me, and that could be reality delivering justice, BUT I could just as easily get away with it.
So I feel that this logically proves that justice cannot be objectively defined, or i've written a load of crap.
objectively speaking, which would it be?
-De
PS i'm using this defination of objective :Uninfluenced by emotions or personal prejudices:
Ok, I’m going to attempt to keep this response as mentally legible as possible. But as it’s a long post with many ideas & I’m not the best at written responses it’s anyone’s guess how well I do.
Now you start with the statement that anything that supports life will be upheld by justice, anything detrimental to life will be punished. Now first off this is a species specific, so justice only applies to humans, how else would we eat. And that’s another argument all together. Now justice is blind but people are not, so lets take some time for a thought project.
Here is the situation 2 people, we’ll call them Art & Bert, are put into a biosphere for an unspecified amount of time. both are intelligent people, but bad at statistics & game theory ;), of equal physical ability. Now after some time Art & Bert both notice that they are getting diminishing returns on the crops they are growing. Art, who always was a bit paranoid, starts to save portions of his food allotment that store, just in case they are not let out before there is no more food. Bert on the other hand is confident that they’ll be let out soon and eats the normal amount. Time goes by and there is no more new food. Only Art has food. However because of his reduced rations he is now weaker than Bert.
There are 4 possible outcomes: a)both are alive, b)Art is alive, c)Bert is alive, d)both are dead.
We will ignore a & d since there is no real justice to be objective.
Now b will only occur if Art does not act in favor of Bert’s life, so would how would an objective justice react to Art’s killing of Bart through inaction? Is it just for Art to place his own life above Bert’s?
Now if c occurs, Bert would have killed Art, though the quick killing is more humane than the starvation would have been, he has actively done harm to another in order to preserve his own life. Now would an objective justice uphold Bert in this scenario?
If you can have an objective justice then there must be a clear cut answer to the above quandary as to who recieved justice or who deserves.
Next section refers to your using of justice to explain an accident, like the trucker, but this is a false statement for justice is:
1.The quality of being just; fairness.
2.The principle of moral rightness; equity.
3.Conformity to moral rightness in action or attitude; righteousness.
4.The upholding of what is just, especially fair treatment and due reward in accordance with honor, standards, or law.
Law. The administration and procedure of law.
5.Conformity to truth, fact, or sound reason:
Now you might say that definition 4 is the one which proves it is just. But that defination is so incredibly vague wide reaching that it essentially says justice=reality=justice=reality, ad nausium. I mean conformity to truth, or fact? Reality is truth, so conformity to truth means you don’t break the laws of reality. No true fact can ever go against reality, so every true fact is truth. And sound reason? This is subjective, unless you want to consider sound reason to mean reason base on truth & fact, but since no human can ever truly know if they know the truth, or the facts sound reason in this sense is beyond our comprehension. But I digress.
Definition # 4 essentially says that everything is justice & justice is everything, so if you are going to fall back and say that definition 4 proves the truck driver received justice, then I turn around and say I can kill someone for no reason and they received justice, for I what I did conformed with truth or fact. But that goes against your precept that justice ‘cares’ about life. Now you could say that people will arrest & hang me, and that could be reality delivering justice, BUT I could just as easily get away with it.
So I feel that this logically proves that justice cannot be objectively defined, or i've written a load of crap.
objectively speaking, which would it be?
-De
PS i'm using this defination of objective :Uninfluenced by emotions or personal prejudices:
April 26, 2005
April 25, 2005
Documentaries
So this weekend I watched 'the corporation' and 'super size me'. I would highly suggest both, but watch the corporation first.
Basically ‘the corporation’ is a documentary which dissembles various problems with corporations and how they function today. It doesn’t offer any solutions to the problem, but before any problem can be fixed, it must be clearly understood. And this movie goes a long way toward outlining many of the problems with corporations.
One of the first things it goes over is that corporations are legally treated as if they were people. And they are ‘people’ who have strict legal outlines of how they must interact with the world. They are required, by law, to hold their own self interest above ALL other interests. This basically creates a legally bound psychopath, AKA sociopath, or:
antisocial personality disorder
Function: noun
: a personality disorder that is characterized by antisocial behavior exhibiting pervasive disregard for and violation of the rights, feelings, and safety of others that is often marked by a lack of remorse for having hurt, mistreated, or stolen from others.
An interesting little bit about corporations is they are legally ‘psychopathic people’ that are not held to the same laws that we hold human psychopaths to. For example if someone suffers ‘wrongful death’ through unsafe business practices, i.e. 10 children choke to death on a toy, the business is not tried as a person, which they legally are. If a psychopath were to kill 10 children by strangulation they would get the death penalty, or life in prison at least. A corporation with the same amount of dead children would at most get a fine & a recall. (yes, I know, I used children in the example, to bring the knee jerk reaction ‘oh my god! the children!’ deal with it.).
To get much more eloquent arguments as to why corporations need to lose their ‘people’ status (which they gain through a blatant misuse of the emancipation proclamation). And need to be held much more accountable for the damage they do to people & the world at large, watch ‘the corporation’.
One of the neat things about watching ‘super size me’ after ‘the corporation’ is it really shows a case in point, further backing the ‘psychopathic people’ outlook that the corporations are required to maintain. McD’s knows their food is bad for you but it is profitable.
Profits over people is not good business, it’s the law.
-De
Basically ‘the corporation’ is a documentary which dissembles various problems with corporations and how they function today. It doesn’t offer any solutions to the problem, but before any problem can be fixed, it must be clearly understood. And this movie goes a long way toward outlining many of the problems with corporations.
One of the first things it goes over is that corporations are legally treated as if they were people. And they are ‘people’ who have strict legal outlines of how they must interact with the world. They are required, by law, to hold their own self interest above ALL other interests. This basically creates a legally bound psychopath, AKA sociopath, or:
antisocial personality disorder
Function: noun
: a personality disorder that is characterized by antisocial behavior exhibiting pervasive disregard for and violation of the rights, feelings, and safety of others that is often marked by a lack of remorse for having hurt, mistreated, or stolen from others.
An interesting little bit about corporations is they are legally ‘psychopathic people’ that are not held to the same laws that we hold human psychopaths to. For example if someone suffers ‘wrongful death’ through unsafe business practices, i.e. 10 children choke to death on a toy, the business is not tried as a person, which they legally are. If a psychopath were to kill 10 children by strangulation they would get the death penalty, or life in prison at least. A corporation with the same amount of dead children would at most get a fine & a recall. (yes, I know, I used children in the example, to bring the knee jerk reaction ‘oh my god! the children!’ deal with it.).
To get much more eloquent arguments as to why corporations need to lose their ‘people’ status (which they gain through a blatant misuse of the emancipation proclamation). And need to be held much more accountable for the damage they do to people & the world at large, watch ‘the corporation’.
One of the neat things about watching ‘super size me’ after ‘the corporation’ is it really shows a case in point, further backing the ‘psychopathic people’ outlook that the corporations are required to maintain. McD’s knows their food is bad for you but it is profitable.
Profits over people is not good business, it’s the law.
-De
April 21, 2005
YaY happy times are a comin'
So it’s almost here, the innovation every man, woman, & child living in maine has been waiting for….. HIBERNATION FOR HUMANS!!! That’s right in ten years or so I’m going to start hibernation on the busiest shopping day of the year and not come out of it till the first 80 deg day! I’ll be living a 3 season life & loving it.
April 20, 2005
damn, why do i have to work?
damn & double damn, we have a new record high of 84deg, breaking a 19 year reign of 81deg from '76.
I Don't Know if it's Art....
So I learned something interesting about myself while visiting the met, I learned there is a difference between someone who appreciates art and someone who simply enjoys art. And I enjoy but don’t appreciate. What’s the difference? I guess the old saying ‘I don’t know if its art, but I know what I like.’ Really sums it up. I realized that art to me is pretty pictures and neat sculpture. There are some artist who I really enjoy, Dali or H R Giger for example, I love. But a large majority of art either bores me or annoys me. I just plain ol’ don’t appriciate art. I could see the entire met in as little time as it takes to walk through it at a brisk pace. And, afterward, I would not feel that I missed out on anything.
But as I was going through I realized that if the met was nothing other than a series of sound proof rooms each playing a different musical artist I could spend weeks & weeks there. I enjoy & appreciate music.
It makes me wonder how much of ones ability, to appreciate the various arts, is nature vs nurture. Was it something in my upbringing that caused the portions of my brain that interprets music to become more developed than the visual regions? Or is my genetic pattern such that I would, regardless of upbringing, eventually prefer aural stimulation to visual stimulation?
Guess I’ll never know.
But one thing I did learn from my visit to the met is this:
andy warhol sucks ass.
-De
But as I was going through I realized that if the met was nothing other than a series of sound proof rooms each playing a different musical artist I could spend weeks & weeks there. I enjoy & appreciate music.
It makes me wonder how much of ones ability, to appreciate the various arts, is nature vs nurture. Was it something in my upbringing that caused the portions of my brain that interprets music to become more developed than the visual regions? Or is my genetic pattern such that I would, regardless of upbringing, eventually prefer aural stimulation to visual stimulation?
Guess I’ll never know.
But one thing I did learn from my visit to the met is this:
andy warhol sucks ass.
-De
April 19, 2005
A Friendly Spanish Harlem
So when I was down in NYC I stayed with some friends,Nick and Hilary (or is it Hillary? I can never remember), and that went a long way toward improving my opinion of NYC. First off it was nice staying in manhattan, Spanish harlem to be specific. A very Hispanic neighborhood, lots of Spanish being spoken, as the name would imply. Anywho, it was nice to be able to go somewhere and rest weary feet.
so the first night, nick & I went to his neighborhood bar across the street, hilary joined us later (Inge stayed with kid this night). I must say, bars staying open till 4am is a dangerously good thing. We got about 7-8 rounds & were feeling pretty good, and I was amazed by how friendly everyone was. Since nick is a regular there we only had to pay for 3 rounds, never a bad thing. This really did more to improve my opinion of NYC than anything else, just such a mix of people who didn’t care one way or another what race, sex, religion, or career anyone else was or had, If you were there & not looking for trouble, you were worth talking to. No airs, no pretensions. Just people being decent. Who woulda thunk it?
Anyway, I’ve meandered long enough.
-De
so the first night, nick & I went to his neighborhood bar across the street, hilary joined us later (Inge stayed with kid this night). I must say, bars staying open till 4am is a dangerously good thing. We got about 7-8 rounds & were feeling pretty good, and I was amazed by how friendly everyone was. Since nick is a regular there we only had to pay for 3 rounds, never a bad thing. This really did more to improve my opinion of NYC than anything else, just such a mix of people who didn’t care one way or another what race, sex, religion, or career anyone else was or had, If you were there & not looking for trouble, you were worth talking to. No airs, no pretensions. Just people being decent. Who woulda thunk it?
Anyway, I’ve meandered long enough.
-De
April 18, 2005
Shockheaded Peter
Ok so NYC wasn’t bad, we went down to see shockheaded peter. it is a wonderfully twisted musical translation of Struwwelpeter preformed by the tiger lillies. i went down with my sig. other, her child & brother, and the show was great.
one of the funny things about it is it's been getting great reviews. however, most of the people, who read the reviews, are not equiped to deal with something like this. it's too, well, creative for them to understand (I know, belittling and a broad generalization, it'd take a whole new post to get into). so,anywho, there were these 2 'well-to-do' couples sitting behind us, mid to late 50's. the women sat together, each trying to prove thay they were the most vapid. while the men sat trying to 'one up' each other on real estate market value knowledge. pointless people really, but i knew they had no idea what they were in for. after about 2 hours of wonderful 'theater of the perverse', for children, sort of. it was done, and the couples behind us begin asking the kid if she liked it. well, the kid loved ever second of it, and told them so, at great length. the thing about it is, in the lobby, waiting to buy CD's one of the women came up again. and in condescention, that was a bit over the childs head, asked again it she REALLY liked it (as if child was making it up to please the adults) so the kid broke out in sing-song from the play as proof that she liked it. heh, fucking uptown twat, a 6-year old has more taste than you. and some people teach their kids to have their own opinions, not just mimic their parents.
anywho, i'm not sure if i wrote this coherently or not, couldn't proof read for clarity
no more wisdom, it's joind the chewy bits to the side under prIncIpIa dIscordIa.
-De
one of the funny things about it is it's been getting great reviews. however, most of the people, who read the reviews, are not equiped to deal with something like this. it's too, well, creative for them to understand (I know, belittling and a broad generalization, it'd take a whole new post to get into). so,anywho, there were these 2 'well-to-do' couples sitting behind us, mid to late 50's. the women sat together, each trying to prove thay they were the most vapid. while the men sat trying to 'one up' each other on real estate market value knowledge. pointless people really, but i knew they had no idea what they were in for. after about 2 hours of wonderful 'theater of the perverse', for children, sort of. it was done, and the couples behind us begin asking the kid if she liked it. well, the kid loved ever second of it, and told them so, at great length. the thing about it is, in the lobby, waiting to buy CD's one of the women came up again. and in condescention, that was a bit over the childs head, asked again it she REALLY liked it (as if child was making it up to please the adults) so the kid broke out in sing-song from the play as proof that she liked it. heh, fucking uptown twat, a 6-year old has more taste than you. and some people teach their kids to have their own opinions, not just mimic their parents.
anywho, i'm not sure if i wrote this coherently or not, couldn't proof read for clarity
no more wisdom, it's joind the chewy bits to the side under prIncIpIa dIscordIa.
-De
April 15, 2005
Off
down to nyc we go in a red mitsubishi, has a cd player good.
Good luck, and Congratulations AZ
-De
(no wisdom today)
Good luck, and Congratulations AZ
-De
(no wisdom today)
April 14, 2005
McD's & NYC
So I did it again. I ate at mcdonald’s. I only had limited time on errands at lunch and it was the only place in between I had time for. Either that or starve, I kinda wished I had chosen starvation.
Mcdonald’s needs a new slogan-
‘employing the hopelessly unemployable since 1954’.
how about ‘mcdonald’s, we hire employees that make you look better’.
‘eat our food and you’ll fit in with our staff’.
‘eat quick before it coagulates’.
I don’t know what in the nine hells made me get over my disgust to actually eat there. Pork rinds are better. A lard-sicle would be better. Ah well, my body will make me regret it.
Anyway heading down to NYC tomorrow for the weekend. I always have mixed feelings about NYC, I’ve never really had a good time there, but this time we have a place to stay in the city, so maybe that’ll make things better. And I’ve not yet been able to find a good music store for industrial/goth down there. Few shops with good clothes. A lot of walking for not much worthwhile. The only clubs I’ve been to sucked, a lot of pretension & mediocre music. Hopefully this time will go better. If not then I’m swearing off NYC. London will be my port of call. for every bad point of new york, London had 5 good points.
words of wisdom:
What We Know About ERIS (not much)
The Romans left a likeness of Her for posterity--She was shown as a grotesque woman with a pale and ghastly look, Her eyes afire, Her garment ripped and torn, and as concealing a dagger in Her Bosom. Actually, most women look pale and ghastly when concealing a chilly dagger in their bosoms.
Her geneology is from the Greeks and is utterly confused. Either She was the twin of Ares and the daughter of Zeus and Hera; or She was the daughter of Nyx, goddess of night (who was either the daughter or wife of Chaos, or both), and Nyx's brother, Erebus, and whose brothers and sisters include Death, Doom, Mockery, and Friendship. And that She begat Forgetfullness, Quarrels, Lies, and a bunch of gods and goddesses like that.
One day Mal-2 consulted his Pineal Gland* and asked Eris if She really created all of those terrible things. She told him that She had always liked the Old Greeks, but that they cannot be trusted with historic matters.
"They were," She added, "victims of indigestion, you know."
Suffice it to say that Eris is not hateful or malicious. But She is mischievous, and does get a little bitchy at times.
-De
*THE PINEAL GLAND is where each and every one of us can talk to Eris. If you have trouble activating your Pineal, then try the appendix which does almost as well.
Reference: DOGMA I, METAPHYSICS #3, "The Indoctrine of the Pineal Gland"
Mcdonald’s needs a new slogan-
‘employing the hopelessly unemployable since 1954’.
how about ‘mcdonald’s, we hire employees that make you look better’.
‘eat our food and you’ll fit in with our staff’.
‘eat quick before it coagulates’.
I don’t know what in the nine hells made me get over my disgust to actually eat there. Pork rinds are better. A lard-sicle would be better. Ah well, my body will make me regret it.
Anyway heading down to NYC tomorrow for the weekend. I always have mixed feelings about NYC, I’ve never really had a good time there, but this time we have a place to stay in the city, so maybe that’ll make things better. And I’ve not yet been able to find a good music store for industrial/goth down there. Few shops with good clothes. A lot of walking for not much worthwhile. The only clubs I’ve been to sucked, a lot of pretension & mediocre music. Hopefully this time will go better. If not then I’m swearing off NYC. London will be my port of call. for every bad point of new york, London had 5 good points.
words of wisdom:
What We Know About ERIS (not much)
The Romans left a likeness of Her for posterity--She was shown as a grotesque woman with a pale and ghastly look, Her eyes afire, Her garment ripped and torn, and as concealing a dagger in Her Bosom. Actually, most women look pale and ghastly when concealing a chilly dagger in their bosoms.
Her geneology is from the Greeks and is utterly confused. Either She was the twin of Ares and the daughter of Zeus and Hera; or She was the daughter of Nyx, goddess of night (who was either the daughter or wife of Chaos, or both), and Nyx's brother, Erebus, and whose brothers and sisters include Death, Doom, Mockery, and Friendship. And that She begat Forgetfullness, Quarrels, Lies, and a bunch of gods and goddesses like that.
One day Mal-2 consulted his Pineal Gland* and asked Eris if She really created all of those terrible things. She told him that She had always liked the Old Greeks, but that they cannot be trusted with historic matters.
"They were," She added, "victims of indigestion, you know."
Suffice it to say that Eris is not hateful or malicious. But She is mischievous, and does get a little bitchy at times.
-De
*THE PINEAL GLAND is where each and every one of us can talk to Eris. If you have trouble activating your Pineal, then try the appendix which does almost as well.
Reference: DOGMA I, METAPHYSICS #3, "The Indoctrine of the Pineal Gland"
April 13, 2005
Nothing, Really
My world is sadly becoming saner. And I don’t like it, nope, not one bit. But what ‘cha gonna do? I don’t even have the energy to notice the absurd in the world around me. Every day I used to notice something new and absurd with how us people deal with the world around us. I would laugh at the idiosyncratic rituals that people would go through to keep hold of their tenous grip on ‘reality’. But not so much anymore. One thing that I do find funny is people’s reliance upon COFFEE. They talk about it all the time. they expect everyone else to partake of their drug of choice. Admittedly it is not as detrimental as most drugs out there, but I still laugh at how people treat coffee. it's like a child treats their Halloween candy. Clutching it like life support in the morning, and wondering why they can’t get to sleep at night, the buzz of caffine flying around their heads. it is amusing that people who drink coffee expect you to ignore their morning fuck-ups because ‘they haven’t had their coffee yet’. Imagine a stoner saying ‘oh, sorry I fucked that up, but I couldn’t do a wake-n-bake this morning’. People are dumb.
see, i told you, nothing, really.
words of wisdom:
THE BIRTH OF THE ERISIAN MOVEMENT
The RevelationJust prior to the decade of the nineteen-sixties, when Sputnik was alone and new, and about the time that Ken Kesey took his first acid trip as a medical volunteer; before underground newspapers, Viet Nam, and talk of a second American Revolution; in the comparative quiet of the late nineteen- fifties, just before the idea of RENAISSANCE became relevant....
Two young Californians, known later as Omar Ravenhurst and Malaclypse the Younger, were indulging in their habit of sipping coffee at an allnight bowling alley and generally solving the world's problems. This particular evening the main subject of discussion was discord and they were complaining to each other of the personal confusion they felt in their respective lives.
"Solve the problem of discord," said one, "and all other problems will vanish."
"Indeed," said the other, "chaos and strife are the roots of all confusion."
First I Must Sprinkle You With Fairy Dust
Suddenly the place became devoid of light. Then an utter silence enveloped them, and a great stillness was felt. Then came a blinding flash of intense light, as though their very psyches had gone nova. Then vision returned.
The two were dazed and neither moved nor spoke for several minutes. They looked around and saw that the bowlers were frozen like statues in a variety of comic positions, and that a bowling ball was steadfastly anchored to the floor only inches from the pins that it had been sent to scatter. The two looked at each other, totally unable to account for the phenomenon. The condition was one of suspension, and one noticed that the clock had stopped.
There walked into the room a chimpanzee, shaggy and grey about the muzzle, yet upright to his full five feet, and poised with natural majesty. He carried a scroll and walked to the young men.
"Gentlemen," he said, "why does Pickering's Moon go about in reverse orbit? Gentlemen, there are nipples on your chests; do you give milk? And what, pray tell, Gentlemen, is to be done about Heisenberg's Law?" He paused. "SOMEBODY HAD TO PUT ALL OF THIS CONFUSION HERE!"
And with that he revealed his scroll. It was a diagram, like a yin- yang with a pentagon on one side and an apple on the other. And then he exploded and the two lost consciousness.
ERIS - Goddess of Chaos, Discord & Confusion
They awoke to the sound of pins clattering, and found the bowlers engaged in their game and the waitress busy with making coffee. It was apparant that their experience had been private.
They discussed their strange encounter and reconstructed from memory the chimpanzee's diagram. Over the next five days they searched libraries to find the significance of it, but were disappointed to uncover only references to Taoism, the Korean flag, and Technocracy. It was not until they traced the Greek writing on the apple that they discovered the ancient Goddess known to the Greeks as Eris and to the Romans as Discordia. This was on the fifth night, and when they slept that night each had a vivid dream of a splendid woman whose eyes were as soft as feather and as deep as eternity itself, and whose body was the spectacular dance of atoms and universes. Pyrotechnics of pure energy formed her flowing hair, and rainbows manifested and dissolved as she spoke in a warm and gentle voice:
I have come to tell you that you are free. Many ages ago, My consciousness left man, that he might develop himself. I return to find this development approaching completion, but hindered by fear and by misunderstanding.
You have built for yourselves psychic suits of armor, and clad in them, your vision is restricted, your movements are clumsy and painful, your skin is bruised, and your spirit is broiled in the sun.
I am chaos. I am the substance from which your artists and scientists build rhythms. I am the spirit with which your children and clowns laugh in happy anarchy. I am chaos. I am alive, and I tell you that you are free.
During the next months they studied philosophies and theologies, and learned that Eris or Discordia was primarily feared by the ancients as being disruptive. Indeed, the very concept of chaos was still considered equivalent to strife and treated as a negative. "No wonder things are all screwed up," they concluded, "they have got it all backwards." They found that the principle of disorder was every much as significant as the principle of order.
With this in mind, they studied the strange yin-yang. During a meditation one afternoon, a voice came to them:
It is called the Sacred Chao. I appoint you Keepers of It. Therein you will find anything you like. Speak of Me as Discord, to show contrast to the pentagon. Tell constricted mankind that there are no rules, unless they choose to invent rules. Keep close the words of Syadasti: 'TIS AN ILL WIND THAT BLOWS NO MINDS. And remember that there is no tyranny in the State of Confusion. For further information, consult your pineal gland.
"What is this?" mumbled one to the other, "A religion based on The Goddess of Confusion? It is utter madness!"
And with those words, each looked at the other in absolute awe. Omar began to giggle. Mal began to laugh. Omar began to jump up and down. Mal was hooting and hollering to beat all hell. And amid squeals of mirth and with tears on their cheeks, each appointed the other to be high priest of his own madness, and together they declared themselves to be a society of Discordia, for what ever that may turn out to be.
-De
see, i told you, nothing, really.
words of wisdom:
THE BIRTH OF THE ERISIAN MOVEMENT
The RevelationJust prior to the decade of the nineteen-sixties, when Sputnik was alone and new, and about the time that Ken Kesey took his first acid trip as a medical volunteer; before underground newspapers, Viet Nam, and talk of a second American Revolution; in the comparative quiet of the late nineteen- fifties, just before the idea of RENAISSANCE became relevant....
Two young Californians, known later as Omar Ravenhurst and Malaclypse the Younger, were indulging in their habit of sipping coffee at an allnight bowling alley and generally solving the world's problems. This particular evening the main subject of discussion was discord and they were complaining to each other of the personal confusion they felt in their respective lives.
"Solve the problem of discord," said one, "and all other problems will vanish."
"Indeed," said the other, "chaos and strife are the roots of all confusion."
First I Must Sprinkle You With Fairy Dust
Suddenly the place became devoid of light. Then an utter silence enveloped them, and a great stillness was felt. Then came a blinding flash of intense light, as though their very psyches had gone nova. Then vision returned.
The two were dazed and neither moved nor spoke for several minutes. They looked around and saw that the bowlers were frozen like statues in a variety of comic positions, and that a bowling ball was steadfastly anchored to the floor only inches from the pins that it had been sent to scatter. The two looked at each other, totally unable to account for the phenomenon. The condition was one of suspension, and one noticed that the clock had stopped.
There walked into the room a chimpanzee, shaggy and grey about the muzzle, yet upright to his full five feet, and poised with natural majesty. He carried a scroll and walked to the young men.
"Gentlemen," he said, "why does Pickering's Moon go about in reverse orbit? Gentlemen, there are nipples on your chests; do you give milk? And what, pray tell, Gentlemen, is to be done about Heisenberg's Law?" He paused. "SOMEBODY HAD TO PUT ALL OF THIS CONFUSION HERE!"
And with that he revealed his scroll. It was a diagram, like a yin- yang with a pentagon on one side and an apple on the other. And then he exploded and the two lost consciousness.
ERIS - Goddess of Chaos, Discord & Confusion
They awoke to the sound of pins clattering, and found the bowlers engaged in their game and the waitress busy with making coffee. It was apparant that their experience had been private.
They discussed their strange encounter and reconstructed from memory the chimpanzee's diagram. Over the next five days they searched libraries to find the significance of it, but were disappointed to uncover only references to Taoism, the Korean flag, and Technocracy. It was not until they traced the Greek writing on the apple that they discovered the ancient Goddess known to the Greeks as Eris and to the Romans as Discordia. This was on the fifth night, and when they slept that night each had a vivid dream of a splendid woman whose eyes were as soft as feather and as deep as eternity itself, and whose body was the spectacular dance of atoms and universes. Pyrotechnics of pure energy formed her flowing hair, and rainbows manifested and dissolved as she spoke in a warm and gentle voice:
I have come to tell you that you are free. Many ages ago, My consciousness left man, that he might develop himself. I return to find this development approaching completion, but hindered by fear and by misunderstanding.
You have built for yourselves psychic suits of armor, and clad in them, your vision is restricted, your movements are clumsy and painful, your skin is bruised, and your spirit is broiled in the sun.
I am chaos. I am the substance from which your artists and scientists build rhythms. I am the spirit with which your children and clowns laugh in happy anarchy. I am chaos. I am alive, and I tell you that you are free.
During the next months they studied philosophies and theologies, and learned that Eris or Discordia was primarily feared by the ancients as being disruptive. Indeed, the very concept of chaos was still considered equivalent to strife and treated as a negative. "No wonder things are all screwed up," they concluded, "they have got it all backwards." They found that the principle of disorder was every much as significant as the principle of order.
With this in mind, they studied the strange yin-yang. During a meditation one afternoon, a voice came to them:
It is called the Sacred Chao. I appoint you Keepers of It. Therein you will find anything you like. Speak of Me as Discord, to show contrast to the pentagon. Tell constricted mankind that there are no rules, unless they choose to invent rules. Keep close the words of Syadasti: 'TIS AN ILL WIND THAT BLOWS NO MINDS. And remember that there is no tyranny in the State of Confusion. For further information, consult your pineal gland.
"What is this?" mumbled one to the other, "A religion based on The Goddess of Confusion? It is utter madness!"
And with those words, each looked at the other in absolute awe. Omar began to giggle. Mal began to laugh. Omar began to jump up and down. Mal was hooting and hollering to beat all hell. And amid squeals of mirth and with tears on their cheeks, each appointed the other to be high priest of his own madness, and together they declared themselves to be a society of Discordia, for what ever that may turn out to be.
-De
April 11, 2005
harumph!
Balls! Well, it's been a heated couple a days on the blog front. Itwas fun but I have grown weary of it, so another topical discussionshall ensue. Hmm…I can't think of any topical discussions, so a nontopical shall ensue! Frogs, giant, flying, poison arrow (or dart, ifyou prefer) frogs would be a great plague. I think that the bible justhas regular frog proves that god doesn't exist. Any real god, worthhis salt, would use his creation powers to make giant flying poisonarrow frogs. Any sane rational person will recognize the truth of thisstatement. 'Worth his salt' hmm, wonder if this saying comes from someancient time when soldiers would be given a ration of salt in additionto their pay. For that matter, I wonder if the ever was a time whensoldiers were given a ration of salt. Would whores accept their saltration as pay? Would soldiers season their whores with their salt?What does this have to do with giant flying poison arrow frogs? Find out next time on befuddled.
Words of wisdom:
Western Union TelegramTo: Jehova Yahweh
Care: Celestial Hotel (Suite #666)Presidential Tier, Paradise
Dear God;
This is to inform you that your current position as deity is herewithterminated due to gross incompetence STOP
Your check will be mailed STOP
Please do not use me for a reference
Respectfully,Malaclypse the Younger/Omnibenevolent Polyfather
POEE High Pries
t-De
Words of wisdom:
Western Union TelegramTo: Jehova Yahweh
Care: Celestial Hotel (Suite #666)Presidential Tier, Paradise
Dear God;
This is to inform you that your current position as deity is herewithterminated due to gross incompetence STOP
Your check will be mailed STOP
Please do not use me for a reference
Respectfully,Malaclypse the Younger/Omnibenevolent Polyfather
POEE High Pries
t-De
April 06, 2005
They're out to get me
OK, lets talk about conspiracy theories. First off, this term has come to mean a crackpot idea with little or no real merit. By and large this is true. But not always. For some reason long ago I became absolutely fascinated with conspiracy theories, not the various theories themselves, but how they work with the social psyche. I even went so far as to create my own & see if I could get it to catch on, I was happy to see my work come to fruition a few months later when a friend told me my own conspiracy theory back to me, and he got it from different sources & thought it was his own. Like any good theory people must be able to independently come to these conclusions on their own.
No conspiracy will be believed if it all comes from only one source & you cannot look it up on your own. Also people are very good a correlating data incorrectly. Look at rush lumbaugh, many times have I heard very intelligent dissemblance of the facts only to have him pull a conclusion from left field, or right field if you will.
Now a good way to look at if something is a crackpot theory or may have some legitimacy it is good to apply that old scientific precept Ockham’s razor.
Ockham’s razor : A rule in science and philosophy stating that entities should not be multiplied needlessly. This rule is interpreted to mean that the simplest of two or more competing theories is preferable and that an explanation for unknown phenomena should first be attempted in terms of what is already known.
We’ll take the current theory on psicron’s blog to dissect: (yes, I know that it is ‘deeper and more complex than what I’m portraying here, shut up it’s a case in point not a comprehensive dissection of every angle of a particular theory)
Smoking doesn’t cause cancer. Cancer is a nutritional imbalance.
The conspiracy points thus far:
OK first point of the conspiracy: cancer research needs to have a sustainable plausible cause of cancer.
Second point: government is untrustworthy and give false health information.
Third point: any testing uses too high doses to be valid.
So on the first point: cancer research need to give people something to believe causes it. Well, people are pretty much convinced that just about everything causes cancer now adays, they don’t care so much why, but how to fix it. If it was proven smoking doesn’t cause cancer it would not make a shit-bit-o-difference to the pharmacutical companies who do cancer research. Simplest solution cancer researchers don’t care what causes cancer. Point null.
Second point: government gives false health information. Ok, I agree, don’t trust your government but they serve one of 2 intrests a: truth, or b: biggest pocket book. They wouldn’t bother lying and saying the guy who paid us the most causes cancer. Tobacco lobbies have donated far more money to the government than the anti-smokers. So it seems likely that choice a: truth won the day. Simplest solution, no conspiracy
Third point: any testing uses too high doses to be valid. Well there is some merit to this sort of thing occurring, however these are not the primary styles of tests which are done, most of these tests are done on humans, hundreds of thousands of them. And unless 99% of the doctors & researches are lying as well (not likely), smoking causes cancer. 1% of tests saying it is safe is acceptable statistical annomally. Simplest solution, tens of thousands of researcher over the last 50 years have not ‘been faking it’.
Now the problem with conspiracy theories is you keep finding ‘corraborating’ evidence which ‘prove’ your point. It is not real evidence, mostly coincendental evidence that the mind draws connections too, much like the big dipper is not really drawn in the sky. Conspiracy theories are easy to believe because they most often play on our mistrust or fear. The good ones have both. There are all sorts of alternative medicine conspiracy theories out there today, playing on our fear of sickness, of not being in control of our bodies, mixed with our mistrust of chemicals & the governmental practices. Like any good theory many have a basis in truth and then go out to left field. I have something against the charlatans who preach false hope, as much as I hate the pharmacuticle companies for preacing false hope. A sane & rational approach is use nature as much as possible but don’t shun chemicals when nature can’t help, and nature cannot always help.
Anywho
Enough of my holy roller rant.
Words of wisdom:
A ZEN STORY
by Camden Benares, The Count of Five, Headmaster, Camp Meeker Cabal A serious young man found the conflicts of mid 20th Century America confusing. He went to many people seeking a way of resolving within himself the discords that troubled him, but he remained troubled. One night in a coffee house, a self-ordained Zen Master said to him, "go to the dilapidated mansion you will find at this address which I have written down for you. Do not speak to those who live there; you must remain silent until the moon rises tomorrow night. Go to the large room on the right of the main hallway, sit in the lotus position on top of the rubble in the northeast corner, face the corner, and meditate." He did just as the Zen Master instructed. His meditation was frequently interrupted by worries. He worried whether or not the rest of the plumbing fixtures would fall from the second floor bathroom to join the pipes and other trash he was sitting on. He worried how would he know when the moon rose on the next night. He worried about what the people who walked through the room said about him. His worrying and meditation were disturbed when, as if in a test of his faith, ordure fell from the second floor onto him. At that time two people walked into the room. The first asked the second who the man was sitting there was. The second replied "Some say he is a holy man. Others say he is a shithead."
Hearing this, the man was enlightened.
-De
No conspiracy will be believed if it all comes from only one source & you cannot look it up on your own. Also people are very good a correlating data incorrectly. Look at rush lumbaugh, many times have I heard very intelligent dissemblance of the facts only to have him pull a conclusion from left field, or right field if you will.
Now a good way to look at if something is a crackpot theory or may have some legitimacy it is good to apply that old scientific precept Ockham’s razor.
Ockham’s razor : A rule in science and philosophy stating that entities should not be multiplied needlessly. This rule is interpreted to mean that the simplest of two or more competing theories is preferable and that an explanation for unknown phenomena should first be attempted in terms of what is already known.
We’ll take the current theory on psicron’s blog to dissect: (yes, I know that it is ‘deeper and more complex than what I’m portraying here, shut up it’s a case in point not a comprehensive dissection of every angle of a particular theory)
Smoking doesn’t cause cancer. Cancer is a nutritional imbalance.
The conspiracy points thus far:
OK first point of the conspiracy: cancer research needs to have a sustainable plausible cause of cancer.
Second point: government is untrustworthy and give false health information.
Third point: any testing uses too high doses to be valid.
So on the first point: cancer research need to give people something to believe causes it. Well, people are pretty much convinced that just about everything causes cancer now adays, they don’t care so much why, but how to fix it. If it was proven smoking doesn’t cause cancer it would not make a shit-bit-o-difference to the pharmacutical companies who do cancer research. Simplest solution cancer researchers don’t care what causes cancer. Point null.
Second point: government gives false health information. Ok, I agree, don’t trust your government but they serve one of 2 intrests a: truth, or b: biggest pocket book. They wouldn’t bother lying and saying the guy who paid us the most causes cancer. Tobacco lobbies have donated far more money to the government than the anti-smokers. So it seems likely that choice a: truth won the day. Simplest solution, no conspiracy
Third point: any testing uses too high doses to be valid. Well there is some merit to this sort of thing occurring, however these are not the primary styles of tests which are done, most of these tests are done on humans, hundreds of thousands of them. And unless 99% of the doctors & researches are lying as well (not likely), smoking causes cancer. 1% of tests saying it is safe is acceptable statistical annomally. Simplest solution, tens of thousands of researcher over the last 50 years have not ‘been faking it’.
Now the problem with conspiracy theories is you keep finding ‘corraborating’ evidence which ‘prove’ your point. It is not real evidence, mostly coincendental evidence that the mind draws connections too, much like the big dipper is not really drawn in the sky. Conspiracy theories are easy to believe because they most often play on our mistrust or fear. The good ones have both. There are all sorts of alternative medicine conspiracy theories out there today, playing on our fear of sickness, of not being in control of our bodies, mixed with our mistrust of chemicals & the governmental practices. Like any good theory many have a basis in truth and then go out to left field. I have something against the charlatans who preach false hope, as much as I hate the pharmacuticle companies for preacing false hope. A sane & rational approach is use nature as much as possible but don’t shun chemicals when nature can’t help, and nature cannot always help.
Anywho
Enough of my holy roller rant.
Words of wisdom:
A ZEN STORY
by Camden Benares, The Count of Five, Headmaster, Camp Meeker Cabal A serious young man found the conflicts of mid 20th Century America confusing. He went to many people seeking a way of resolving within himself the discords that troubled him, but he remained troubled. One night in a coffee house, a self-ordained Zen Master said to him, "go to the dilapidated mansion you will find at this address which I have written down for you. Do not speak to those who live there; you must remain silent until the moon rises tomorrow night. Go to the large room on the right of the main hallway, sit in the lotus position on top of the rubble in the northeast corner, face the corner, and meditate." He did just as the Zen Master instructed. His meditation was frequently interrupted by worries. He worried whether or not the rest of the plumbing fixtures would fall from the second floor bathroom to join the pipes and other trash he was sitting on. He worried how would he know when the moon rose on the next night. He worried about what the people who walked through the room said about him. His worrying and meditation were disturbed when, as if in a test of his faith, ordure fell from the second floor onto him. At that time two people walked into the room. The first asked the second who the man was sitting there was. The second replied "Some say he is a holy man. Others say he is a shithead."
Hearing this, the man was enlightened.
-De
April 04, 2005
Don't Fear the Reaper
So, I was talking with some pals last night and, the ever-present in the news subject of the hour, death came up, mine specifically. So I’ll share what we determined was going to have to be done with my remains upon my demise. First, of course, my blood will be drained, then replaced with high proof alcohol, tequila most likely, maybe vodka, so that when my corpse is set ablaze, a might fire-ball it will make. My blood then will be mixed with a variety of fine liquors, to be used in mixed drinks at my wake (and for the mother of all bloody-mary’s at their wake the following morn).
Next up at the wake, the distribution of wealth, for this process they’re gonna have to de-bone me. First all of my phlanges shall be put into a sack & everyone mentioned in my will shall draw one out as a keepsake. then my bones shall be ‘chipped up’ by this I mean sliced into poker chips, and everyone shall sit down & play poker, a winner take all of my inheritance (if one runs out of 'bone-chips' one does have the option of strip poker to remain in the game, clothes must be left off till the winner has taken all.). It’s really the only fair way to decide who gets it all after all.
Anyway,
word of wisdom:
THE FIVE COMMANDMENTS (THE PENTABARF)
The PENTABARF was discovered by the hermit Apostle Zarathud in the Fifth Year of The Caterpillar. He found them carved in gilded stone, while building a sun deck for his cave, but their import was lost for they were written in a mysterious cypher. However, after 10 weeks & 11 hours of intensive scrutiny he discerned that the message could be read by standing on his head and viewing it upside down.
KNOW YE THIS O MAN OF FAITH!
I - There is no Goddess but Goddess and She is Your Goddess. There is no Erisian Movement but The Erisian Movement and it is The Erisian Movement. And every Golden Apple Corps is the beloved home of a Golden Worm.
II - A Discordian Shall Always use the Official Discordian Document Numbering System.
III - A Discordian is Required during his early Illumination to Go Off Alone & Partake Joyously of a Hot Dog on a Friday; this Devotive Ceremony to Remonstrate against the popular Paganisms of the Day: of Catholic Christendom (no meat on Friday), of Judaism (no meat of Pork), of Hindic Peoples (no meat of Beef), of Buddhists (no meat of animal), and of Discordians (no Hot Dog Buns).
IV - A Discordian shall Partake of No Hot Dog Buns, for Such was the Solace of Our Goddess when She was Confronted with The Original Snub.
V - A Discordian is Prohibited of Believing what he reads
-De
Next up at the wake, the distribution of wealth, for this process they’re gonna have to de-bone me. First all of my phlanges shall be put into a sack & everyone mentioned in my will shall draw one out as a keepsake. then my bones shall be ‘chipped up’ by this I mean sliced into poker chips, and everyone shall sit down & play poker, a winner take all of my inheritance (if one runs out of 'bone-chips' one does have the option of strip poker to remain in the game, clothes must be left off till the winner has taken all.). It’s really the only fair way to decide who gets it all after all.
Anyway,
word of wisdom:
THE FIVE COMMANDMENTS (THE PENTABARF)
The PENTABARF was discovered by the hermit Apostle Zarathud in the Fifth Year of The Caterpillar. He found them carved in gilded stone, while building a sun deck for his cave, but their import was lost for they were written in a mysterious cypher. However, after 10 weeks & 11 hours of intensive scrutiny he discerned that the message could be read by standing on his head and viewing it upside down.
KNOW YE THIS O MAN OF FAITH!
I - There is no Goddess but Goddess and She is Your Goddess. There is no Erisian Movement but The Erisian Movement and it is The Erisian Movement. And every Golden Apple Corps is the beloved home of a Golden Worm.
II - A Discordian Shall Always use the Official Discordian Document Numbering System.
III - A Discordian is Required during his early Illumination to Go Off Alone & Partake Joyously of a Hot Dog on a Friday; this Devotive Ceremony to Remonstrate against the popular Paganisms of the Day: of Catholic Christendom (no meat on Friday), of Judaism (no meat of Pork), of Hindic Peoples (no meat of Beef), of Buddhists (no meat of animal), and of Discordians (no Hot Dog Buns).
IV - A Discordian shall Partake of No Hot Dog Buns, for Such was the Solace of Our Goddess when She was Confronted with The Original Snub.
V - A Discordian is Prohibited of Believing what he reads
-De
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