Cyber Nineties, the last decade of the 20th Century, plagued by Y2K bug hysteria and millennium paranoia, saw the rise of internet culture and full media saturation. Lost in the ecstasy of a weird wired world; people seemed to be mutating, but into what? Flesh machines? Was it the end of all humanity or just the dawn of a post-human cyberpunk dystopia?
Arthur and Marilouise Kroker
Spasm: Virtual Reality, Android Music and Electric Flesh
a genre of science fiction set in a lawless subculture of an oppressive society dominated by computer technology.
William Irwin Thompson
The American Replacement of Nature: Everyday Acts and Outrageous Evolution of Economic Life
150 years ago, the mathematician Charles Dodgson published his novel Alice's Adventures in Wonderlandunder the pseudonym Lewis Carroll. Since then, the story of a young English girl following a white rabbit down a hole to a strange and curious world of nonsense and fantasy has become a permeating mixture in our culture.
50 years ago, a strange and curious new drug was making quite a scene with its potent power to cause both ecstatic hallucinations and paranoid panic. The drug, Lysergic acid diethylamide, known as LSD or acid, became popular with the 60s counterculture and infamous with anti-drug campaigners. The hyperbolic hysteria surrounding LSD fluctuated from spiritual enlightenment to DNA shattering insanity.
This audio experiment to synthesize these two cultural touchstones into one epic all encompassing composition of a psychedelic trip down the rabbit hole following Alice across Acidland, through the Looking Glass and passed what drugs she found there.
Of course, the whole point of a Doomsday Machine is lost, if you *keep* it a *secret*! Why didn't you tell the world, EH?
We knew the world would not be the same. A few people laughed, a few people cried, most people were silent. I remembered the line from the Hindu scripture, the Bhagavad-Gita. Vishnu is trying to persuade the Prince that he should do his duty and to impress him takes on his multi-armed form and says, "Now, I am become Death, the destroyer of worlds." I suppose we all thought that one way or another.
On the road to the Marshall Mcluhan Podcaster Roundtables. First stop, Brampton! Hanging out with the MMD while fighting off a chest cold. On Friday, we head down to Hamilton to meet up with the podcasters for #MMPR15. Visiting local pubs like Chester's Beers Of The World, Aout & About, and West Town. There's much merriment and conversation. A live podcasting seesion. And some late night antics.
Camping with the family at Lac Le Jeune near Kamloops, BC. Hot summer weather cause severe thunderstorms to roll through the region bringing heavy rain and hail. Between storms, the weather warms up again and its time to go swimming. Watch out for leeches! On Canada Day, the night sky is clear and its safe to build a campfire. After roasting marshmallows and s'mores, the moon comes out in full under the influence of a zither dulcimer. Binaural sounds, use headphones.
Adam and friends go on a roadtrip around Hope, Britsh Columbia scouting out potential new campsites. They explore areas around Coquihalla Summit, Skagit Valley, Fraser Canyon, and Chilliwack River. They also visit the scenic Hell's Gate Airtram attraction.
Music by Fountains of Wayne: "Fire In The Canyon"
“We had to travel where no human being should venture, for surely we have encountered the gates of hell.” –Simon Fraser, 1808.
Demonstration of cloud shaping psychokinesis in August 2013. Discussion of how to do cloud psychokinesis and photos from a cloud psychokinesis video. A psychic by psychokinesis powers makes a cloud into a square shape cloud in August 2013. A psychic uses psychokinesis weather control superhuman superpower to control clouds in the sky in August 2013. Please excuse the strange sounding voice, it is necessary to speak like a low tone "humming" sound to get the proper brainwaves for cloud psychokinesis. These cloud psychokinesis videos show that T. Chase may be the most powerful psychic in the world. Video made in August 2013 by amateur psychic T. Chase. Psychokinesis weather control of clouds. This is also called cloudbursting, cloud bursting, cloudbusting, cloud busting, aerokinesis, atmokinesis, airbender, air bender, air-bender, telekinesis. I, T. Chase, amateur psychic, focus on a cloud and change it by psychic ESP psychokinesis. Try it yourself. So is this a wizard practicing wizardry or a sorcerer practicing sorcery?
American writer Henry Miller, born in Brooklyn, New York, is known for several 20th century works that reflect his own personal experiences, including Tropic of Cancer (1934), Black Spring (1936) and The Rosy Crucifixion Trilogy (1965). Miller's explicit and often obscene content led the way for a new generation of American writers. He died on June 7, 1980 in Pacific Palisades, California.
“Paris is like a whore. From a distance she seems ravishing, you can't wait until you have her in your arms. And five minutes later you feel empty, disgusted with yourself. You feel tricked.”
"...God knows, when spring comes to Paris the humbles mortal alive must feel that he dwells in paradise....it is the the intimacy with which his eye rests upon the scene. It is his Paris. A man does not need to be rich, nor even a citizen, to feel this way about Paris." - Henry Miller
Big deal, right? Forget Jesus, where's the chocolate eggs?
Well, look, he died on the cross for our sins so maybe you should knock off all that pagan nonsense and get on your knees in prayer.
Or whatever. It's all bullshit anyways.
"I think the Bible ought to be ceremoniously and reverently burned every Easter. We need it no more, because the Spirit is with us. It’s a dangerous book, and to worship it is of course a far more dangerous idolatry than bowing down to images of wood and stone. Nobody can confuse a wooden image with God, but you can very easily confuse a set of ideas with God, because concepts are more rarified and abstract." ~ Alan Watts
Highway ramblings. True Detective. Death is certain.
Rust Cohle: I think human consciousness is a tragic misstep in evolution. We became too self-aware. Nature created an aspect of nature separate from itself. We are creatures that should not exist by natural law. We are things that labor under the illusion of having a self, this accretion of sensory experience and feelings, programmed with total assurance that we are each somebody, when in fact everybody's nobody. I think the honorable thing for our species to do is to deny our programming. Stop reproducing. Walk hand in hand into extinction. One last midnight, brothers and sisters opting out of a raw deal.
Today's theme is HYPNOSIS. If you would please refrain from any extraneous activities, such as operating heavy machinery or driving a car, and find a comfortable place to listen. The podcast will take you on a soothing journey into your subconscious and prepare you to recieve life enhancing suggestions. Most notably, we will encounter Reveen The Impossiblist, Australian-born stage hypnotist, who will use his skills of superconscious hypnotherapy to help you concentrate and learn the power of relaxation. Allivate nervous tension and build confidence through this self-hypnosis podcast. As you enter deeply into trance, there will be a guided meditation of the subject of Rhetoric, a cornerstone of the classic Trivium. Use the power of hypnosis to expand your mind, calming your nerves, and improve your outlook on life. All this and more...
This mix began as an homage to plunderphonics artists like Negativland, The Tape-beatles, and Chenard Walcker but expanded beyond my powers to control it. There's clearly a death theme running through the podcast which is punctuated by The Suicide of Socrates, who was sentenced to drink a cup of poison hemlock. The Beatles by a prominent role; they get mashed up with The Beastie Boys. There's a B-52 demo version of 52 Girls in there to prop up a "girl" subplot. Other treads emerged that could've extended the runtime to infinity. Happy New Year. Hope you enjoy it.
'Now, good sir, you understand these things. What must I do?'
'Just drink it and walk around until your legs begin to feel heavy, then lie down. It will soon act.'
Exploring the rabbithole that is new age bullshit. With help from the Firesign Theatre's Everything You Know Is Wrong, Abraham Hicks, Ergo Phizmiz, The Pleiadians, and so much more. Plus a special weather report from Frankie Macdonald of Halifax, Nova Scotia. Thanks to his warning I was prepared for the power outages that plagued my area this week. Also, the first 20 mins of music was made by me.
We exist as ultra-sentient particles. Today, science tells us that the essence of nature is intuition.
Illusion is born in the gap where transformation has been excluded.
You must take a stand against dogma. Yes, it is possible to confront the things that can exterminate us, but not without aspiration on our side. Where there is dogma, wonder cannot thrive.
Humankind has nothing to lose. Our conversations with other beings have led to a refining of ultra-joyous consciousness. Reality has always been overflowing with pilgrims whose hopes are nurtured by conscious living.
The totality is approaching a tipping point.
If you have never experienced this canopy at the speed of light, it can be difficult to live. Although you may not realize it, you are dynamic. Have you found your vision quest?
We must strengthen ourselves and empower others. It is a sign of things to come. We must learn how to lead astral lives in the face of delusion.
Playing around with a DJ jam toy, Adam just makes a much of noise before mixing in random songs and clips leftover from the Feedforward series. Notably featuring selections from Australian mashup/remix assassin Buttress O'Neil and Cut up collage genius People Like Us; heisenb3rg There Are Doors (feat. Terence McKenna); L. Ron Hubbard And Friends "The Evil Purpose"; Melody Sheep "The Big Electron (ft. Bill Hicks and George Carlin)"; Smudge's remix 1967 cult TV series "The Prisoner"; etc etc.
Man is most nearly himself when he achieves the seriousness of a child at play. — Heraclitus 500 BCE, philosopher
"Cursed, cursed creator! Why did I live? Why, in that instant, did I not extinguish the spark of existence which you had so wantonly bestowed? I know not; despair had not yet taken possession of me; my feelings were those of rage and revenge. I could with pleasure have destroyed the cottage and its inhabitants and have glutted myself with their shrieks and misery."
Suburban Transpondency returns in 2014 with a good old fashion Skype conversation with friend and fellow podcaster, The MMD (Maharaja Mack Daddy) of "I'm Done With This Podcast". We chat about MMD's new dog, how far Adam's head is up his own ass, business cards, vaping vaporizers, tiny home vs trailer living, corporatizing relationships, Adam's pretentious OKcupid profile, MMD's crappy computers, etc.
You are the only infinite, and you’re the only profound, and you’re the only not-knowable, and you’re that whom everyone seeks and doesn’t find, and no one can know you against your will, and no one can praise you against your will… You’re the only boundless, and you’re the only unseen. You’re the only unborn. — A Coptic Gnostic hymn
"I have frequently wondered if the majority of mankind ever pause to reflect upon the occasionally titanic significance of dreams, and of the obscure world to which they belong. Whilst the greater number of our nocturnal visions are perhaps no more than faint and fantastic reflections of our waking experiences—Freud to the contrary with his puerile symbolism—there are still a certain remainder whose immundane and ethereal character permits of no ordinary interpretation, and whose vaguely exciting and disquieting effect suggests possible minute glimpses into a sphere of mental existence no less important than physical life, yet separated from that life by an all but impassable barrier."
"Yog-Sothoth knows the gate. Yog-Sothoth is the gate. Yog-Sothoth is the key and guardian of the gate. Past, present, future, all are one in Yog-Sothoth. He knows where the Old Ones broke through of old, and where They shall break through again. He knows where They have trod earth's fields, and where They still tread them, and why no one can behold Them as They tread."
“The sciences, each straining in its own direction, have hitherto harmed us little; but someday the piecing together of dissociated knowledge will open up such terrifying vistas of reality, and our frightful position therein, that we shall either go mad from the revelation or flee from the deadly light into the peace and safety of a new dark age.”
“The sciences, each straining in its own direction, have hitherto harmed us little; but someday the piecing together of dissociated knowledge will open up such terrifying vistas of reality, and our frightful position therein, that we shall either go mad from the revelation or flee from the deadly light into the peace and safety of a new dark age.” - See more at: http://weirdtalesmagazine.com/2012/08/20/strange-lovecraft-quotes/#sthash.m38ipBtF.dpuf
“The oldest and strongest emotion of mankind is fear, and the oldest and strongest kind of fear is fear of the unknown” ― H.P. Lovecraft
Adam goes camping at Monck Provincial Park just outside Merritt, B.C. with his sister, brother-in-law, and four nephews. Campfire, s'mores, and swarms of wasps. Afterwards, he heads up to Salmon Arm to visit his aunt.
Radio Sermonettes: Francois Roustang, 'How to Make a Paranoid Laugh'; Will Self 'Dr Mukti and other Tales of Woe'; Adam Phillips 'Equals'; Jean Baudrillard 'The Spirit of Terrorism: Requiem for the Twin Towers'
"Listen, listen, listen: I rub out all the words and reports of the board forever I rub out your thing police forever, for Eve-R I rub out the words of Marx Lenin Einstein Freud fraud forever I rub out the formulas of Einstein Oppenheimer forever I rub out their words forever I rub out the Qabalah forever I rub out the Talmud forever I rub out all the formulas and directives of the Elders of Minraud forever I rub out the word forever
Listen, all all all, In you I cancel all your words forever You cannot take words with you into space That is all all all, Hassan Sabbah."
"To recognize nothing is true, and everything is permitted. That laws arise, not from divinity, but reason."
"We don't need anyone to tell us what to do. We are free to follow our own path. There are those who will take that freedom from us, and too many of you gladly give it. But it is our ability to choose ... that makes us human. There is no book or teacher to give you the answers, to show you the path. Choose your own way! Do not follow me, or anyone else."
Ulterior Design: The Next big creativity trend Now or Storytelling in the Shadow of the Future. A Northern Voice presentation by Adam Gratrix. View slides of presentation: http://prezi.com/sz8yxc9tg0cp
PAB alumni gather in Vancouver for Northern Voice June 14-15, 2013. A brief overview of the conference. A clip from pre-conference lunch. Hotel after party ensemble. The Making of DicknJanes Acapella Intro, a behind-the-scenes for Scarborough Dude.
For example, if you decide you want a pizza, and a version of you from the future uses his time machine and brings one to you the moment you decide you want it, everything is swell and dandy for you.
However, what this means is that in the future, you must invent and build a time machine for your personal use, so that you may make (or purchase, depending on which is more convenient) the same exact pizza of your previous consumption so that you may bring it back to your past self, desiring the pizza in the original situation.
Therefore, if A+B=C, and B is dependent on the future, B is therefore dependent on your integrity and willingness to have C occur, and if B does not occur, then A will equal nothing, and you will be left without a pizza.
The idea that everything is interconnected has become a staple of intellectual life. As a related phenomenon, “contextualisation” is now the method of first resort throughout the humanities. This lecture opposes the general trend of emphasising systems and wholes over autonomous individuals. Among the greatest drawbacks of holistic ontology is its inability to explain disruptions and surprises in any system it studies. At best, one posits some sort of “materiality” lying outside all formatted systems that serves as their underground source of change, a theory that fails for a variety of reasons. The only alternative is to adopt an object-oriented model of fully formatted entities lying beyond the grasp of the human mind and even of each other. After providing some theoretical background for this claim, I will consider several recent political phenomena that are better understood by an object-oriented approach than a holistic one.
Was it ecocide? The collapse of the mini-civilization on Easter Island (Rapa Nui) has long been considered one of the great Green morality tales. Once the people there cut down the last tree, story goes, they were doomed. Their famous statues were an arms race that completed the exhaustion of their all-too-finite resources. Moral of the story: Easter Island equals Earth Island: we must not repeat its tragedy with the planet.
It’s a satisfying tale, but apparently wrong. The reality is far more interesting.
Tradewind Islands (A Caribbean Adventure in Sound)
Environments: Caribbean Lagoon & Pacific Ocean
"Walking through life, people of Ma'Ohi. I feel the Mana everywhere. Mana in the sky, Mana in the wind, Mana in the sea Mana in the land, Mana in the people, Mana in nature Feel how it enter your body."
"Radio comes to us ostensibly with person to person directness that is private and intimate, while in more urgent fact, it is really a subliminal echo chamber of magic power to touch remote and forgotten chords." ~ Marshall McLuhan
Episode 200: Is this radio or podcasting? Why are you listening? Do you want your mind to be fucked with?
The world is collapsing Around our ears I turned up the radio But I can't hear it
Check it out What are you saying What are you playing Who are you obeying Day out day in? Baby, baby, baby, baby That stuff is driving me crazy DJ's communicate to the masses Sex and violent classes Now our children grow up prisoners All their lives radio listeners
"The essential point is to consider love as a spectrum. There is not, as it were just nice love and nasty love, spiritual love and material love, mature affection on the one hand and infatuation on the other. These are all forms of the same energy. And you have to take it and let it grow where you find it. When you find only one of these forms existing, if at least you will water it, the rest will blossom as well. But the effectual prerequisite from the beginning is to let it have its own way." ~ Alan Watts
LOVE IS an experience in consciousness, an experience in The Soul of Man, it is something that is a great releasing power , against the tyranny of personal Attitudes.
LOVE is placing something bigger than yourself, in the foreground of your life.
Love is not getting into various emotional situations, for profit, for gain,or for social standing.
There can NO selfishness and self centeredness in true affection.
Also LOVE cannot be bought, bartered or sold. It remains as it has always been, basically, the purest of ALL human emotions.
Starring Terence McKenna, Robert Anton Wilson & Rudy Rucker
"The ancient tradition that the world will be consumed in fire at the end of six thousand years is true, as I have heard from Hell. For the cherub with his flaming sword is hereby commanded to leave his guard at the tree of life, and when he does, the whole creation will be consumed and appear infinite and holy whereas it now appears finite & corrupt. This will come to pass by an improvement of sensual enjoyment. But first the notion that man has a body distinct from his soul is to be expunged; this I shall do, by printing in the infernal method, by corrosives, which in Hell are salutary and medicinal, melting apparent surfaces away, and displaying the infinite which was hid. If the doors of perception were cleansed every thing would appear to man as it is, infinite. For man has closed himself up, till he sees all things thro' narow chinks of his cavern." ~ William Blake, The Marriage of Heaven and Hell
Chapter 1: Creation [animation] Our hero’s name is Stanley, but he doesn't really show up until Chapter 3. Stanley’s father is the first proto-man, who fell as a fruit from the first tree. He found the world an empty and desolate place, so he climbed to the top of the tree and began creating animals and plants and whatnot just by speaking their names. He gets really excited about the process, and accidentally creates a monkey in thin air, which promptly plummets to his death. He realizes that he needs to be a little more thoughtful about this process, and finishes by creating many of the beautiful things in the world. Then he disappears.
Chapter 2: The Golden Age (with found sound by Teresa Iglesias) [animation] This chapter tells of the rise of civilization. At the start there are only uncivilized tribes in the forest, but they begin to desire something more out of life. They move indoors and become increasingly sophisticated. Eventually they build cities and roads, and they become isolated by their own success.
Chapter 3: Son Of Strelka Stanley is born. He is the son of the creator from chapter 1 and a human woman, and his village expected him to be some sort of savior. Instead, he looks freakish. He is covered in yellow hair and has a dog-like face. Not in some cute furry ^_^ anime way, though, he is a disturbing freak of nature. With the exception of his mother, the people of his village despise him. They also despise his mother for giving birth to a freak, so they are both forced to leave. They go their separate ways, and Stanley is left to wander the world alone, a deformed, orphaned child.
Chapter 4: The Decline As the chapter starts, we see Stanley wandering the land. Months and years pass, and as Stanley grows up the world becomes increasingly violent and nasty. Finally war is declared, and tanks and troops begin marching through the cities of the world. Eventually the gods themselves come to earth and begin marching on all of the world's cities. Stanley encounters an apocalyptic religious cult made up of children. They recognize him as having some sort of power, and try to get them to join their cause. Stanley demurs, and the children grow angry at him.
Chapter 5: The Fall (with scratchin’ and sound effects by EBA) [animation] As Stanley stands there contemplating the children’s angry faces, the world splits open and blood pours out. A huge winged monster comes out of the crack in the earth and asks Stanley who he is. Stanley answers, and the monster goes off to generally wreak havoc on the landscape with all of the other gods. Shit continues to get real, and we see the oceans rise up and flood the landscape. Buildings fall, fire is everywhere. As part of this we see a truly gigantic turtle stomping skyscrapers to the ground and just generally fucking things up. As a result of all of this, many of the children are killed and others maimed. Dirty, injured refugees are everywhere. Stanley tries to ask the few remaining children what the hell is going on, but he realizes that they don’t really know much more than he does.
Chapter 6: The Turtle Stanley goes to space to talk to the turtle that supports the world, who was one of the main participants in the destruction of the cities. The turtle is off-duty now, and is just chilling out at home. He’s taken his shell off, and is just sitting around wearing a wifebeater and a hat. He smokes and drinks constantly, and basically looks like someone’s cranky old grandfather. They sit and talk about the destruction of the world, and why the turtle participated. He tells Stanley that he took part in the apocalypse just out of a general love of destruction, and plus he kinda hated America for sending astronauts into his home (space), where all they can do is die and fall back to earth. Stanley realizes that the turtle isn’t going to be able to help him.
Chapter 7: The Buddha Stanley and the turtle go to meet the Buddha to see if he can restore the world. Buddha is huge, fat, made of bronze, and is stuffed into a suit that is slightly too small for him. He has an office to match. He wears a cross around his neck, oddly enough. His manner is initially something like a used car salesman or overly phony politician, and he tries to make light of the situation. Stanley is not amused, and gets angry. Eventually it becomes clear that Buddha is actually incapable of restoring the world. Stanley is despondent but determined to fix the world somehow.
Chapter 8: Restoration (with found sound by Earwicker) Stanley remembers his father’s power to create, and starts to wonder whether he has the same ability. He stands in a desolate and empty landscape. Initially he is hesitant to try creating anything for fear that he won’t do it right, but eventually he musters the courage and starts to talk and move slowly. He starts by creating the home he wishes he’d had as a child – a pretty little village by the ocean, surrounded by giant trees, populated by friendly and gentle people. He loves this vision and feels comforted by it. He then begins to recite the names of the dead in an attempt to bring them back, and is surprised that it works. As soon as people come back into the world, though, the simplicity of his vision gives way to all of the complexities we associate with modern life – cities, cars, businesses, etc. The world becomes hectic and busy, but he is still pleased with what he has created.
Chapter 9: Son Of God Stanley stands and watches the world he has created, waiting for his father. His father appears, and is much older and more frail than he was when he was last seen. His father is proud of him, and they have a short conversation about where Stanley found his faith. Stanley recalls the monkey from chapter 1, and jokingly says that he couldn’t possibly have screwed it up as badly as his father did. His father laughs and agrees. They talk more about who Stanley is and his role in the world, and spend the day together talking and joking. As Stanley is taking over his father’s godlike role in the world, his father begins to age and fade as his own power disappears. Stanley carries his father to bed, and at this point his father is very decrepit. As his final act, his father brings Stanley’s mother back. As Stanley and his mother laugh and embrace, the father crumbles into dust. Stanley and his mother discuss his role in the world. Mom thinks that he’s still basically living out the story that his father laid out for him, while Stanley thinks that he now has the ability to determine his own destiny. Finally, Stanley lays his head on his mother’s lap and falls asleep. When he wakes up the next morning, the sun is shining and everything is beautiful.
First Method. Let the Exempt Adept first train himself to think backwards
by external means, as set forth here following.
("a") Let him learn to write backwards, with either hand.
("b") Let him learn to walk backwards.
("c") Let him constantly watch, if convenient, cinematograph films,
and listen to phonograph records, reversed, and let him so accustom himself
to these that they appear natural, and appreciable as a whole.
("d") Let him practise speaking backwards; thus for "I am
He" let him say, "Eh ma I".
Once Adam, Ron, and Christopher settle into a camping routine, they head over to Ron's old campsite to search for tracks that could belong to the elusive Sasquatch. Things get a little intense when the guys investigate strange sounds outside the trailer. Is something out there, in the dark, stalking the camp? Christopher smokes Salvia divinorum, a hallucinagenic plant. Adam takes magic mushrooms and gets in touch with the universe.
Music: Jason Shaw "Autumn Sunset", "Back To The Woods", & "Mountain Sun" also Sadies "Taller Than The Pines"
Adam, Ron, Christopher head east of Chilliwack, BC on a two week camping trip. They make a unsuccessful attempt at crossing a washout in the dirt road which forces them to back the trailer down the mountain. Once safely turned around, the boys find the right location along the creek to land the trailer and set up camp. With a fire blazing, they finally enjoy some relaxation in the great outdoors.
Music: Jason Shaw "Autumn Sunset" & "Back To The Woods" also Sadies "Taller Than The Pines"
"Whether you are interested in moksha, liberation, freedom, transformation, you name it, you are interested in happiness without one moment of unhappiness, pleasure without pain, it is the same thing. Whether one is here in India or Russia or in America or anywhere, what people want is to have one without the other. But there is no way you can have one without the other. This demand is not in the interest of the survival of this living organism."
"We are not created for any grander purpose than the ants that are there or the flies that are hovering around us or the mosquitoes that are sucking our blood."
"Nature is interested in only two things — to survive and to reproduce one like itself. Anything you superimpose on that, all the cultural input, is responsible for the boredom of man."
"Society or culture or whatever you might want to call it, has created us all solely and wholly for the purpose of maintaining its continuity and status quo."
"I have assumed that the goal, enlightenment, exists. I have had to search and it is the search itself which has been choking me and keeping me out of my natural state. There is no such thing as spiritual or psychological enlightenment because there is no such thing as spirit or psyche. I have been a damn fool all my life, searching for something which does not exist. My search is at an end."
"I have no teaching. There is nothing to preserve. Teaching implies something that can be used to bring about change. Sorry, there is no teaching here, just disjointed, disconnected sentences. What is there is only your interpretation, nothing else. For this reason there is not now nor will there ever be any kind of copyright for whatever I am saying. I have no claims". -UG
"And it seems to me perfectly in the cards that there will be within the next generation or so a pharmacological method of making people love their servitude, and producing a kind of painless concentration camp for entire societies, so that people will in fact have their liberties taken away from them but will rather enjoy it, because they will be distracted from any desire to rebel by propaganda, brainwashing, or brainwashing enhanced by pharmacological methods." -- Aldous Huxley
"...rant/probe by iON from 1 October 2009, goes further than Lord Buckley or Lenny Bruce by satirizing not so much the foibles, vices, and hypocrisies of your daily fivebodied, quadrophrenic “citizen” as to present a raucous inventory, in the style of Marshall McLuhan, of the effects of the present environmental surround (let’s call it Web 2.0) that reveals causes—all four of Aristotle’s—the likes of which no other artist, comedian, sociologist, psychologist, novelist, composer, or videographer could even hope to present, let alone imagine—with the para-human rapidity required of our Americanized attention spans..." ~Bob Neveritt
"The medium, or process, of our time - electric technology is reshaping and restructuring patterns of social interdependence and every aspect of our personal life. It is forcing us to reconsider and re-evaluate practically every thought, every action, and every institution formerly taken for granted. Everything is changing: you, your family, your education, your neighborhood, your job, your government, your relation to "the others. And they're changing dramatically." The Medium is The Massage, Marshall McLuhan
"...the future is contained within the present, as the plant within the seed...For he not only beholds intensely the present as it is, and discovers those laws according to which present things ought to be ordered, but he beholds the future in the present, and his thoughts are the germs of the flower and the fruit of latest time. Not that I assert poets to be prophets in the gross sense of the word, or that they can foretell the form as surely as they foreknow the spirit of events: such is the pretence of superstition, which would make poetry an attribute of prophecy, rather than prophecy an attribute of poetry. A poet participates in the eternal, the infinite, and the one; as far as relates to his conceptions, time and place and number are not." ~ Percy Bysshe Shelley
Adam talks with podcasters at PAB2012 conference in Ottawa. As twilight sets on his final PAB expedition, Adam reflects on his own personal growth and possible future gatherings. Before flying home, there is one more get together for drinks on a patio in Toronto.
To all's much relief one's half hypothesis of that jabberjaw ape amok the showering jestnuts of Bruisanose was hotly dropped and his room taken up by that odious and still today insufficiently malestimated note- snatcher (kak, pfooi, bosh and fiety, much earny, Gus, poteen? Sez you!) Shem the Penman.
Tell me of John or Shaun? Who were Shem and Shaun the living sons or daughters of? Night now! Tell me, tell me, tell, elm! Telmetale of stern or stone. Beside the rivering waters of, hitherandthithering waters of. Night!
Nothingness is really like the nothingness of space, which contains the whole universe. All the sun and the stars and mountains, and rivers, and goodmen and bad men, and the animals, and insects, and the whole bit. All are contained in void. So out of this void comes everything and you it. What else could you be?
"All over the place, from the popular culture to the propaganda system, there is constant pressure to make people feel that they are helpless, that the only role they can have is to ratify decisions and to consume." ~ Noam Chomsky
"All human beings are also dream beings. Dreaming ties all mankind together." ~ Jack Kerouac
“The Beat Generation, that was a vision that we had, John Clellon Holmes and I, and Allen Ginsberg in an even wilder way, in the late forties, of a generation of crazy, illuminated hipsters suddenly rising and roaming America, serious, bumming and hitchhiking everywhere, ragged, beatific, beautiful in an ugly graceful new way--a vision gleaned from the way we had heard the word 'beat' spoken on streetcorners on Times Square and in the Village, in other cities in the downtown city night of postwar America--beat, meaning down and out but full of intense conviction--We'd even heard old 1910 Daddy Hipsters of the streets speak the word that way, with a melancholy sneer--It never meant juvenile delinquents, it meant characters of a special spirituality who didn't gang up but were solitary Bartlebies staring out the dead wall window of our civilization--the subterraneans heroes who'd finally turned from the 'freedom' machine of the West and were taking drugs, digging bop, having flashes of insight, experiencing the 'derangement of the senses,' talking strange, being poor and glad, prophesying a new style for American culture, a new style (we thought), a new incantation--The same thing was almost going on in the postwar France of Sartre and Genet and what's more we knew about it--But as to the actual existence of a Beat Generation, chances are it was really just an idea in our minds--We'd stay up 24 hours drinking cup after cup of black coffee, playing record after record of Wardell Gray, Lester Young, Dexter Gordon, Willie Jackson, Lennie Tristano and all the rest, talking madly about that holy new feeling out there in the streets- -We'd write stories about some strange beatific Negro hepcat saint with goatee hitchhiking across Iowa with taped up horn bringing the secret message of blowing to other coasts, other cities, like a veritable Walter the Penniless leading an invisible First Crusade- -We had our mystic heroes and wrote, nay sung novels about them, erected long poems celebrating the new 'angels' of the American underground--In actuality there was only a handful of real hip swinging cats and what there was vanished mightily swiftly during the Korean War when (and after) a sinister new kind of efficiency appeared in America, maybe it was the result of the universalization of Television and nothing else (the Polite Total Police Control of Dragnet's 'peace' officers) but the beat characters after 1950 vanished into jails and madhouses, or were shamed into silent conformity, the generation itself was shortlived and small in number.” ― Jack Kerouac
Is nostalgic sentimentality the condition of a self which in its distance has grown indifferent to things & is therefore only capable of the most superficial kind of emotion, only capable of being moved in the instant, only capable of cheap, theatrical sentimentality? ~ from Technology as symptom and dream by Robert Donald Romanyshyn
New Year 2012, Nostalgic for Past Fantasies of the 19A0s
“Every age creates as an Utopian image a nostalgic rear-view mirror image of itself, which puts it thoroughly out of touch with the present. The present is the enemy. The present is the—and this will delight you Norman—the present is only faced in any generation by the artist. The artist is prepared to study the present as his material because it is the area of challenge to the whole sensory life, and therefore it is anti-Utopian, it is a world of anti-values. And the artist who comes into contact with the present produces an avant-garde image that is terrifying to his contemporaries.” ~ Marshall McLuhan
The Phantom Time Hypothesis, developed by Heribert Illig, proposes that error and falsification have radically distorted the historical record. In his analysis, we have dilated the course of true events, so that they appear to cover far greater lengths of time than in fact passed. The so-called dark ages, for example, only appear that way because those centuries were mere decades.
Respectable historians give this idea no credence. Rightly so, because the truth is even stranger. It is not the case that we have invented historical periods that do not exist. In truth, there are ages which we have so completely forgotten that modern textbooks exclude them entirely. In our research, we have identified at least three such periods.
Firstly, there appear to be several decades unaccounted for during the fifth century A.D., which may reveal the true circumstances of the Western Empire's final decline. Secondly, it is clear to us that the Mongols invaded northern Europe and conquered the Holy Roman Empire in the 13th century. The astounding deathtoll, and that of the crusades that subsequently dislodged the invaders, is now attributed to the plague.
Finally, evidence is mounting that points to a "lost decade" between what we now remember as the 1970s and 1980s, a time whose full cultural trauma and resulting suppression from memory was so complete as to effect itself even on the living.
Some of those who have recovered seek to reveal the secret history through unusual media such as fashionable tumblogs and private filesharing forums. By sharing elements of an intricate and rigorous symbology drawn from this interstitial history, this cabal works quietly to prepare us to learn the truth and its astonishing consequences...
1. The terminus ad quem of the interstitial history is identified by the earliest-dated reference to it the esoterica: footage broadcast in the early hours of the morning on an obscure television station to commemorate (in the 'new' timeline) the date that the "lost decade" was brought to an end.
2. Finally revealed, terms such as "19A0s" can now be searched for and uncovered in countless seemingly innocuous documents archived online, exposing them as critical ciphertexts of the movement.
"The night of December 25, to which date the Nativity of Christ was ultimately assigned, was exactly that of the birth of the Persian savior Mithra, who, as an incarnation of eternal light, was born the night of the winter solstice (then dated December 25) at midnight, the instant of the turn of the year from increasing darkness to light." ~ Joseph Campbell
Forget all the standard art forms—don’t paint pictures, don’t make poetry, don’t build architecture, don’t arrange dances, don’t write plays, don’t compose music, don’t make movies, and above all don’t think you’ll get a happening by putting all these together.
Marshall McLuhan discusses Harold Innis's idea of time and space...
"Industrialism implies technology and the cutting of time into precise fragments suited to the needs of the engineer and the accountant." -- Harold Innis
"To the philosophers of India, however, Relativity is no new discovery, just as the concept of light years is no matter for astonishment to people used to thinking of time in millions of kalpas, (A kalpa is about 4,320,000 years). The fact that the wise men of India have not been concerned with technological applications of this knowledge arises from the circumstance that technology is but one of innumerable ways of applying it." -- Alan Watts
“Time is a measure of energy, a measure of motion. And we have agreed internationally on the speed of the clock. And I want you to think about clocks and watches for a moment. We are of course slaves to them. And you will notice that your watch is a circle, and that it is calibrated, and that each minute, or second, is marked by a hairline which is made as narrow as possible, as yet to be consistent with being visible.
And when we think of a moment of time, when we think what we mean by the word “now”; we think of the shortest possible instant that is here and gone, because that corresponds with the hairline on the watch. And as a result of this fabulous idea, we are a people who feel that we don’t have any present, because the present is instantly vanishing - it goes so quickly. It is always becoming past. And we have the sensation, therefore, of our lives as something that is constantly flowing away from us. We are constantly losing time. And so we have a sense of urgency. Time is not to be wasted. Time is money. And so, because of the tyranny of this thing, we feel that we have a past, and we know who we are in terms of our past. Nobody can ever tell you who they are, they can only tell you who they were.
And we think we also have a future. And that is terribly important, because we have a naive hope that the future is somehow going to supply what we are looking for. You see, if you live in a present that is so short that it is not really here at all, you will always feel vaguely frustrated.”
— Alan Watts, British philosopher, writer, and speaker (1915-1973)
"At instant speeds, everybody begins to live inside a 360-degree module in which every event echoes every other event back and forth at electric speeds, and all events bounce off each other creating patterns. There is one optimistic feature. The mind moves very much faster than light. Light travels to Mars in minutes. The mind can go and come back from Mars in an instant many times. The mind can actually recognize all these electric patterns as easily as it can alphabetic letters. It's very much faster than the computer."
-- Marshall McLuhan in McLuhan Dissects the Executive, Business Week Magazine, p.118, June 24, 1972.
"Transmitted at the speed of light, all events on this planet are simultaneous. In the electric environment of information all events are simultaneous, there is no time or space separating events." - Marshall McLuhan
"The medium, or process, of our time - electric technology is reshaping and restructuring patterns of social interdependence and every aspect of our personal life. It is forcing us to reconsider and re-evaluate practically every thought, every action," - Marshall McLuhan
"One of the effects of living with electric information is that we live habitually in a state of information overload. There's always more than you can cope with." - Marshall McLuhan
They still think in the old patterns, 19th-century patterns, but they live mythically. They live surrounded by mythic monsters like go-go girls. [At the bar] Aren’t they going to turn that down? “Waiting for go-go.” “The medium is the message.” “Growing – growing up absurd.” The go-go girls ordinarily have a cage… [winces] while appearing to manifest their energies untrammelled, unconstrained, sound in this kind of world is not used as something to be listened to. It is a kind of foam rubber which you press against/it presses back against you, makes you feel kind of wanted. Sound, in the new world, of dance and song is not for listening. It’s for making. And so the go-go girls, locked up each in her little world, represents a kind of theatre of the absurd, in which all communication has broken down. In fact, no attempt is really made to communicate. Each puts on his own show in his own little straitjacket. - Marshall McLuhan
In the lobby of the Lord Elgin, Adam, Brent and the Brampton Boys discuss transmedia, video games, storytelling, movies, and pornography. Adam gives his 5 minute jolt: Transcoincidentalism, a manifesto of the posthuman raconteur. PAB goodbyes: Scarborough Dude, Brent, John Meadows, Mark Blevis, Bob Goyeche, Mark Blaseckie, Dave Broadbeck, The Dyscultured Boys [guested on DYS140], Valerie. Westject pilot sings Northwest Passage and apologies for delay. Adam arrives late in Vancouver and does a brief PAB wrap down/up.
A rainbow welcomes Adam as he arrives in Ottawa on Thursday, while menacing rain clouds hover over the city. After a quick stop off at Hog's Back Falls, the PAB conference weekend was set to begin. Friday afternoon, the rain off and on, a group of PABsters head out on a "Content Walk" around the Parliment buildings. That night, Scarborough Dude, Brent the Closet Geek, and Adam have a conversation in their hotel room. Bitch cake, grab a slice!
Adam and friends bum around downtown Toronto. A segment from Fozzy and Mr. Bown recording "I'm Done With This Podcast". Sounds from Luminato food festival. Adam recaps the last few days, talks about super hero powers, The Shadow, and transmedia. Improv Everywhere: Luminato MP3 Experiment, an intersubjective guided meditation flashmob.
The Scarborough Dude enthralls Adam and the Brampton Boys will his animated storytelling. They talk of his wealth of experience, Henry Miller, poetry, and podcasting. As a relevant addendum, audio of Henry Miller talking about the medium of recording, speech versus writing, and the future of creative expression.
One Almost Might
Wouldn't you say, Wouldn't you say: one day, With a little more time or a little more patience, one might Disentangle for separate, deliberate, slow delight One of the moment's hundred strands, unfray Beginnings from endings, this from that, survey Say a square inch of the ground one stands on, touch Part of oneself or a leaf or a sound (not clutch Or cuff or bruise but touch with finger-tip, ear- Tip, eyetip, creeping near yet not too near); Might take up life and lay it on one's palm And, encircling it in closeness, warmth and calm, Let it lie still, then stir smooth-softly, and Tendril by tendril unfold, there on one's hand ...
One might examine eternity's cross-section For a second, with slightly more patience, more time for reflection?
Adam wonders the streets of Toronto before Live Podcaster Night at the Imperial Pub. He meets up with Scarborough Dude and joins the Gapage podcast for their recording session. [Listen to Gapage #19 HERE] Meanwhile, Adam's hockey team, the Canucks, lose in the Stanley Cup Final and fans in Vancouver RIOT!!!
Adam prepares for his annual trip from Vancouver to Ontario for PAB social media conference. Coffee, cigarettes, and conversation about transcoincidentalism, effect preced cause, religion, and the Hitchhitcher's Guide to the Galaxy.
Anything that happens, happens. Anything that, in happening, cause something else to happen, causes something else to happen. Anything that, in happening, causes itself to happen again, happens again. It doesn't necessarily do it in chronological order though. - Douglas Adams
With a bob, bob, bottledby. Blob. When the waves give up yours the soil may for me. Sometime then, somewhere there, I wrote me hopes and buried the page when I heard Thy voice, ruddery dunner, so loud that none but, and left it to lie till a kissmiss coming. So content me now. Lss.
Was he pitssched for an ensemple as certain have dognosed of him against our seawall by Rurie, Thoath and Cleaver, those three stout sweynhearts,Orion of the Orgiasts, Meereschal MacMuhun, the Ipse dadden, product of the extremes giving quotidients to our means, as might occur to anyone, your brutest layaman with the princest champion in our archdeaconry, or so yclept from Clio's clippings, which the chroncher of chivalries is sulpicious save he scan, for ancients link with presents as the human chain extends, have done, do and will again as John, Polycarp and lrenews eye-to-eye ayewitnessed and to Paddy Palmer, while monks sell yew to archers or the water of the livvying goes the way of all fish from Sara's drawhead,the corralsome,to Isaac's,the lauphed butt one, with her minnelisp extorreor to his moanolothe inturned? - FW Page 254
The realization that reason and anti-reason, sense and nonsense, design and chance, consciousness and unconsciousness, belong together as necessary parts of a whole - this was the central message of Dada. --Hans Richter
Jerome Rothenberg: "That Dada Strain", "A Glass Tube Ecstasy for Hugo Ball", "the Holy Words of Tristan Tzara"
Interview: inventing Dada; 'Dada means nothing. We want to change the world with nothing.' —Richard Huelsenbeck
We [Dadaists] are often told that we are incoherent, but into this word people try to put an insult that it is rather hard for me to fathom. Everything is incoherent… There is no logic… The acts of life have no beginning and no end. Everything happens in a completely idiotic way. That is why everything is alike. Simplicity is called Dada. Any attempt to conciliate an inexplicable momentary state with logic strikes me as a boring kind of game… Like everything in life, Dada is useless… Perhaps you will understand me better when I tell you that Dada is a virgin microbe that penetrates with the insistence of air into all of the spaces that reason has not been able to fill with words or conventions. — Tristan Tzara
Zizek dislikes Buddhism insofar as it gives you a good reason not to be a Marxist. It's “Western Buddhism” that he mainly attacks, but the assault leaks into “proper” Buddhism, thus betraying its Buddhaphobic core. -- Timothy Morton
"This presentation will trace the motif of darkness from its use in mystical literature to contemporary extremophile science. It is an enigmatic and yet omni-present concept stretching back through John of the Cross, Meister Eckhart, to Dionysius the Areopagite, who talks about 'divine darkness' as a way of thinking about the unhuman. Our takeoff point, however, comes from Georges Bataille's posthumous text 'Theory of Religion,' and the way it thinks of darkness in terms of philosophical negation - not just a privative negation, but an absolute negation, one that, in order to be thought, requires the negation of philosophy itself. This idea leads Bataille to understand mysticism (and in particular darkness mysticism) as the privileged mode of non-philosophy."
Recorded live in Vancouver, Regina, Charlottetown, Ottawa and Toronto, Coupland's 2010 Massey Lectures entitled "Player One" is a real-time five-hour story set in an airport cocktail lounge during a global disaster. Five disparate people are trapped inside: Karen, a single mother waiting for her online date; Rich, the down-on-his-luck airport lounge bartender; Luke, a pastor on the run; Rachel, a beautiful young blonde incapable of true human contact; and finally a mysterious voice known only as "Player One." Slowly, each reveals the truth about her/himself while the world as s/he knows it comes to an end.
Of Wondrous Legends is a Chicago baroque psych classic recovered from the dustbins of history. To the few who have heard it, it has earned comparisons to Tim Buckley, Pearls Before Swine , and 60s British prog-folk. O.W.L. was founded in 1968 on Chicago's north side by Stephen Titra. A founding member of the beloved midwestern hippie jam band Mountain Bus, Titra left that band just as their Dead-inspired, bluesy jams gained serious regional traction in order to fully devote himself to the inward looking, singular vision of O.W.L. O.W.L. was recorded at Chicago's Universal Studios over a six month stretch in 1971 and a handful of test pressings were produced and circulated, but despite serious interest from a number of major labels, this gem went unreleased.
"Well, there's a question as to what sort of information is important in the world,what sort of informationcan achieve reform.And there's a lot of information.So information that organizationsare spending economic effort into concealing,that's a really good signalthat when the information gets out,there's a hope of it doing some good." - Julian Assange
"Only puny secrets need protection. Big discoveries are protected by public incredulity." - M. McLuhan
Dig! The hipster is man who's in the know, grasps everything, is alert.
In the vortex of the future of that cool tomorrow land, we'll all wig there, play a gig there, in that great non-union band. Scooba doo and Scooba daba. Life's a gass and life's a grabba. Hip is hip and groove is groovy. Life's a wild Fellini movie. When that hairy fist of silence slugs us, bugs us, puts us down... hmm, we'll all wing it, we'll all sing it: Guy Lombardos back in town!
beat generation; beatniks; beats (a United States youth subculture of the 1950s; rejected possessions or regular work or traditional dress; for communal living and psychedelic drugs and anarchism; favored modern forms of jazz (e.g., bebop))
Recorded brainstorming story ideas for "Post-apocalypic Euphoria"
"Environ Riot", "Foolproof Plan B", "The Plagiarist"
The teen riot got a bad rap It was a passion a little bit confused We stormed the wall and crushed the cup We hit the nail and paved the rut Obscured in legend, dashed in hopes We upped the mountains and down the slopes With a fist of rage we punched it through We burned the bridge, now what's left to do?
I read about the suicide It sunk in deep and opened my eyes Pathetic screams of desperate souls Pagan daft hate to fill in the holes The kettle's boiling, adrenaline's rushing Nostalgic kiss keeps a retro-girl blushing The deck is stacked, it's a surefire bet Fading away into a big screen sunset
We want the whole nine yards Like the future is an empty dream We sleep all day and dance all night We scare the ghost and crash the kite It's an inhibition that we set on fire We're painting the town with sex and desire Are you on a trip? Do you feel real shitty? Envy-struck that your girlfriend's pretty
It's not a miracle drug If the liquid isn't violent green You shut off the light and hang up the phone You open your mind and let in the unknown It's a vivid dream, it's a wave of dim bliss You wander the garden outside of the palace If you lose control remember what's real Break out the broken and deal the raw deal
The time bomb hit the crowd hard It was a fire enough to light the fuse They crashed the car and beat the road They stirred the pot and rocked the boat Cloaked in darkness, shadowed heart We quit the ending and began the start With determination we'll be on our way Remember a past we call yesterday
I wonder if I'm killing time? You bang the drum and wake up the night Anxious kids with paranoid smiles Cynical fear that nothing's worthwhile The tides are turning, these times are changing Everything is subject to constant rearranging You forget the details and alter the truth You label yourself a rebellious youth
It was a deadbeat, jacked up, ass kicking hi-and-run It was a bonecrush, neckbreak, takedown all-in-one We had a counterplan attitude: ripshit, ready to go We had a rebel rage, street fight, punk riot, set to blow Confined in suburb town, bored and lost This revolution trend is at what cost? Surrounded by pavement, listless fate Parking lot tension, bottled up, repressed teenaged hate
I'm a rock `n' roll junkie trippin' through the country Jamming to a heartbeat, looking where to rest my feet Met a dirty talking porn star lounging in a strip bar "Tell ya how its gonna be", no-one makes a fool out of me You can pop me like a pistol, the plan is clear as crystal Fill in every single hole, "you say you wanna buy my soul?"
Annihilate every shred of truth To make the back up plan foolproof We'll save the day and learn to live our lives another way We'll run away and live to fight again another day
I'm a rock `n' roll reject chillin' in the projects Dancing to a breakbeat, sleeping here out on the street I gotta find a new connection, packing for protection In and out of alleyways, I'm gonna make it big some day Perpetrate extortion to save you from abortion I fall into a snake pit, a different day but same old shit
Eliminate any shade of doubt To survive with no escape route We'll save the day and learn to live our lives another way We'll run away and live to fight again another day
I'm a rock `n' roll convert preachin' in the suburbs Bitchin' to a deadbeat, waiting for a sucker to cheat If Jesus is my witness he minds his fucking business I took her to a cheap motel, everyone's got something to sell "My normal life is boring; the water tastes like chlorine I could fake a suicide and run away if you'll be my guide"
"The mouth that tells not will ever attract the unthinking tongue and so long as the obseen draws theirs which hear not so long till allearth’s dumbnation shall the blind lead the deaf."
Now by memory inspired, turn wheel again to the whole of the wall. Where Gyant Blyant fronts Peannlueamoore There was once upon a wall and a hooghoog wall a was and such a wall-hole did exist. Ere ore or ire in Aaarlund. Or you Dair’s Hair or you Diggin Mosses or your horde of orts and oriorts to garble a garthen of Odin and the lost paladays when all the eddams ended with aves. Armen? The doun is theirs and still to see for menags if he strikes a lousaforitch and we’ll come to those baregazed shoeshines if you just shoodov a second. And let oggs be good old gaggles and Isther Estarr play Yesther Asterr. In the drema of Sorestost Areas, Diseased. A stonehinged gate then was for another thing while the suroptimist had bought and enlarged that shack under fair rental of one yearlyng sheep, (prime) value of sixpence, and one small yearlyng goat (cadet) value of eight-pence, to grow old and happy (hogg it and kidd him) for the re — minants of his years; and when everything was got up for the purpose he put an applegate on the place by no means as some pretext a bedstead in loo thereof to keep out donkeys (the pig-dirt hanging from the jags to this hour makes that clear) and just thenabouts the iron gape, by old custom left open to prevent the cats from getting at the gout, was triplepatlockt on him on purpose by his faithful poorters to keep him inside probably and possibly enaunter he felt like sticking out his chest too far and tempting gracious providence by a stroll on the peoplade’s egg-day, unused as he was yet to being freely clodded." FW Page 69
"The dream is the small hidden door in the deepest and most intimate sanctum of the soul, which opens into that primeval cosmic night that was soul long before there was a conscious ego and will be soul far beyond what a conscious ego could ever reach." - Carl Jung
Ram Dass (aka Richard Apert) "1983 Harvard Reuion with Timothy Leary"
"All form in the universe, including your mind and your thought, is part of law, it’s unfolding lawfully, it’s the karma unfolding, just law. And within that there is no freedom. There really is no freedom in form. The freedom comes as the formless creates the form. There’s where the freedom is. And that freedom, of the formless coming into form, is a place from which you stand, or you don’t stand, in which you experience the creation of your own universe around you." (courtesy of Psychedleic Salon)
It's easy to organize a FREAK-OUT PARTY, all you have to do is relax your mind and let things happen. Digging wild psychedelic colors, swinging with way-out sounds, grooving on yourself, grooving on everything at once. LOVE.
To set the scene for the party, spray pop bottles or an old chair with DAY-GLOW PAINT in bright colors, then light the whole room with DAY-GLOW light (you can buy these in any hardware or art-supply stores). This will make everything glow with weird luminous psychedelic colors. Guaranteed to blow their minds right away.
You can really turn your guests on with a mind-blowing light show with two things you probably have in your house right now: a TV set and a see-through kaleidoscope (not the kind with colored glass in the bottom). First put a rock and roll record on the phonograph. Turn on your TV and make the image jump in time to the music by turning the vertical knob all the way to the left or right. Now point the kaleidoscope at the TV screen. This is a guaranteed TRIP. Now play the same record at another speed. YOU ARE NOW FREAKING OUT. Enjoy it.
TURN ON yourself and your guests to an ancient Indian chant which brings ecstasy and peace of mind. When the chanting begins on the A side of this record join in. It will really BLOW YOUR MIND, a guaranteed trip into another dimension of consciousness. George Harrison has said of this chant (International Times No. 13) "...saying Krishna, Krishna, Krishna, Krishna...it's not the words you're saying, it's the sounds...sounds are vibrations and the more you can put into that vibration, the more you can get out...these vibrations that you get through yoga, cosmic chants...it's such a buzz, it buzzes you out of everywhere." These are the words:
HARE KRISHNA HARE KRISHNA KRISHNA KRISHNA HARE HARE HARE RAMA HARE RAMA RAMA RAMA HARE HARE
Wear bright really out-of-sight combinations, things that look strange together. GIRLS! This is a chance to wear something exotic and fantastic that you wouldn't get a chance to put on. Perhaps spray an old pair of shoes with DAY-GLOW and wear DAY-GLOW tights to match. Bright oranges and greens, goofy jewelry, peacock feathers as earrings and a super mini-skirt. GUYS! The idea is to look cool and mysterious, so wear mocassins, prayer beads, or Indian bells, psychedelic buttons, and groovy mod clothes. If you really want to blow your guests' minds, paint your face in wild colors. It's a chance to use some way-out make-up effects. Paint flowers on your arms and wear a mystical PSYCHEDISK on your forehead. Hypnotize your friends with its hallucinating (sic) effect.
Invite your grooviest friends, people who really swing, and enjoy exploring new and exciting experiences. BLOW YOUR MIND, FREAK OUT, etc. on pieces of colored paper, then glue them on to a piece of tinfoil and fold. This will let them know what kind of scene it's going to be. Ask everyone to bring things they really dig: records, candy, people, flowers, books on flying saucers, kooky things. Tell them it's a costume party and to come in their most out-of-sight clothes. Tell them it's going to be a happening; they'll get the message.
By now your guests should be really grooving with your head. Get everyone involved in way-out conversations. Read your horoscopes. Compare the personalities of people born under different signs.
Some other FREAK OUT conversations:
Did you know that Marilyn Monroe owned a jewel from Tutenkamen's tomb?
Should we give America back to the Indians? (Ask this seriously.)
What is the sound of one hand clapping?
How many Emmett Grogans are there? (one of the Diggers)
Driving up to Salmon Arm, Adam makes a pit stop in Merritt. It's four days of drinking and partying aboard a 3 deck houseboat named Twilight Dreams. After spending an extra day in Salmon Arm, he drives back home down the Coquihalla Highway listening to the DicksNJanes Podcast
Various scenes during Podcasters Across Borders conference at the NAC's Fourth Stage including the boat cruise, walking the streets of Ottawa, drinking at a pub, and reflections across from the Lord Elgin Hotel.
On the night before his flight, Adam wanders around during a neighborhood street carnival setting the tone for the trip. In Brampton, it's hookah smoking with friends and discussions on Global Carnival theory, augmented reality, and a post-Facebook internet. As a speaker PAB, Adam is still working out his ideas for his Cult of Listener presentation.
Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate. Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure. It is our light not our darkness that most frightens us. We ask ourselves, "Who am I to be brilliant, gorgeous, talented, fabulous?" Actually, who are you not to be? You are a child of God. Your playing small doesn't serve the world. There's nothing enlightened about shrinking so that other people won't feel insecure around you. We are all meant to shine, as children do. We were born to make manifest the glory of God that is within us. It's not just in some of us. It's in everyone, and, as we let our light shine, we unconsciously give other people permission to do the same. As we are liberated from our own fear, our presence automatically liberates others.-Marianne Williamson from "A Return To Love"
Now I understand for the first time that all these problems are caused by a race asleep and thrashing about in its panicked nightmares. There will be wars and holocausts and genocides as long as God is portrayed and thought of as a tight- minded legislator, a feudal lord, an offended king, a hypersensitive artisan - even if church managers condescendingly tack onto that ridiculous list the not- very-convincing footnote that He is also loving. As long as people dream that they are insecure and needy in some sort of eternal jeopardy, there will be atrocities. But as the human race grows up spiritually, and as individuals gain a personal experience of the God they have been worshipping in fear, they will recognize that much of their theology and philosophy is built on nightmares. That will be the day of peace. [It is time] ...to play an active role in the process of the world's awakening.-George Fowler from "Dance of a Fallen Monk"
Shrooms! The Movie a pseudo avant-garde film on psilocybin metaphysical illumination & existential crisis higher quality version: http://blip.tv/file/3433948
Explore a strange world where reality is turned upside down Embark on a psychedelic journey through the imagination Enter into the magical matrix of your inner mind Experience the phantasmagoria of the universe ...on Shrooms!
John Cage:They say, "you mean it's just sounds?" thinking that for something to just be a sound is to be useless, whereas I love sounds just as they are, and I have no need for them to be anything more than what they are. I don't want them to be psychological. I don't want a sound to pretend that it's a bucket or that it's president or that it's in love with another sound. I just want it to be a sound.
Kim Krizan: Creation comes out of imperfection. It seems to come out of a striving and a frustration. This is where, I think, language came from. I mean, it come from our desire to transcend our isolation and have some connection with one another. It had to be easy when it was just simple survival. “Water.” We came up with a sound for that. “Sabretooth tiger behind you!” We made a sound for that. But when it gets really interesting, I think is when we use that same system of symbols to communicate all the abstract and intangible things we’re experiencing. What is “frustration”? Or what is “anger” or “love”? When I say “love” the sound comes out of my mouth and hits the other person’s ear travels through the byzantine conduit in their brain through their memories of love or lack of love. They say they understand, but how do I know? Because words are inert. They’re just symbols. They’re dead. You know? And so much of our experience is intangible. So much of what we perceive cannot be expressed. It’s unspeakable. And yet, you know, when we communicate with one another and we feel we have connected and think we’re understood I think we have a feeling of almost spiritual communion. That may be transient, but it’s what we live for.
Professor Paul Fry explores the work of Jacques Lacan. Lacan's interest in Freud and distaste for post-Freudian "ego psychologists" are briefly mentioned, and his clinical work on "the mirror stage" is discussed in depth. The relationship in Lacanian thought, between metaphor and metonymy is explored through the image of the point de capiton. The correlation between language and the unconscious, and the distinction between desire and need, are also explained, with reference to Hugo's "Boaz Asleep."
Frank Zappa: Alright, um, as you know, I'm not the kind of a person that reads books, I've said this before many times, I'm not fond of reading. But, I do, I have in the past made exceptions, and uh, one of these exceptions was this part of the, the book that, I'm sure you know, called Naked Lunch, and I've received permission to read the part about the talking asshole. So . . .
Terence McKenna: A language which could be seen would be a kind of telepathy. If you could see what I mean you would see my thought. The way we communicate, small mouth noises and the assumption of shared dictionary, an assumption that is never borne out by careful questioning, is a miserable way to communicate.
There is some confusion as to what magic actually is. I think this can be cleared up if you just look at the very earliest descriptions of magic. Magic in its earliest form is often referred to as “the art”. I believe this is completely literal. I believe that magic is art and that art, whether it be writing, music, sculpture, or any other form is literally magic. Art is, like magic, the science of manipulating symbols, words, or images, to achieve changes in consciousness. The very language about magic seems to be talking as much about writing or art as it is about supernatural events. A grimmoir for example, the book of spells is simply a fancy way of saying grammar. Indeed, to cast a spell, is simply to spell, to manipulate words, to change people's consciousness. And I believe that this is why an artist or writer is the closest thing in the contemporary world that you are likely to see to a Shaman.
I believe that all culture must have arisen from cult. Originally, all of the faucets of our culture, whether they be in the arts or sciences were the province of the Shaman. The fact that in present times, this magical power has degenerated to the level of cheap entertainment and manipulation, is, I think a tragedy. At the moment the people who are using Shamanism and magic to shape our culture are advertisers. Rather than try to wake people up, their Shamanism is used as an opiate to tranquilize people, to make people more manipulable. Their magic box of television, and by their magic words, their jingles can cause everyone in the country to be thinking the same words and have the same banal thoughts all at exactly the same moment.
In all of magic there is an incredibly large linguistic component. The Bardic tradition of magic would place a bard as being much higher and more fearsome than a magician. A magician might curse you. That might make your hands lay funny or you might have a child born with a club foot. If a Bard were to place not a curse upon you, but a satire, then that could destroy you. If it was a clever satire, it might not just destroy you in the eyes of your associates; it would destroy you in the eyes of your family. It would destroy you in your own eyes. And if it was a finely worded and clever satire that might survive and be remembered for decades, even centuries. Then years after you were dead people still might be reading it and laughing at you and your wretchedness and your absurdity. Writers and people who had command of words were respected and feared as people who manipulated magic. In latter times I think that artists and writers have allowed themselves to be sold down the river. They have accepted the prevailing belief that art and writing are merely forms of entertainment. They’re not seen as transformative forces that can change a human being; that can change a society. They are seen as simple entertainment; things with which we can fill 20 minutes, half an hour, while we’re waiting to die. It’s not the job of the artist to give the audience what the audience wants. If the audience knew what they needed, then they wouldn’t be the audience. They would be the artists. It is the job of artists to give the audience what they need.
This large scale sculpture features two iconic figures in shiny polished stainless steel, a diminutive Miss Mao delicately balancing on the head Vladimir Lenin, the Russian revolutionary whose monumental ideas profoundly influenced Chinese political history. This potentially controversial sculpture is part of the Gao Brothers Miss Mao series, often described as cynical realism.
This sculpture can be read as a political narrative, as well as a reflection on the current nostalgic attitude toward Mao. The position and scale of the two figures simultaneously questions and ridicules their relative positions in an undeniable commentary. The Gao Brothers have consciously chosen to play the role of social critic and therefore walk a careful line in terms of politics.
"Whether it is Odysseus, King Arthur, or Luke Skywalker, the hero is the one who responds to the call to adventure. The stories often open with the hero appearing restless; something is missing in life; there is a feeling of destiny.
It is a time for separation. Sometimes it takes a shock to make the final break with the past and gain courage to accept the call. But no one can go it alone. Everyone needs a mentor.
The descent into the underworld of adventure is often blocked by strange and dangerous threshold guardians. They mark the point of no return. Beyond them is the region of the unknown, a dream-like labyrinth of tests and trials. To pass his initiation, the hero must become a dragon slayer, to seize the treasure or rescue the princess.
But the decisive ordeal of the quest in when the hero confronts death. He is challenged to follow the wisdom of his heart."
Brave New World on CBS's Theater of the Mind
Narrated by Aldous Huxley
written in 1931 and published in 1932. Set in the London of AD 2540 (632 A.F. in the book), the novel anticipates developments in reproductive technology and sleep-learning that combine to change society.
H. P. Lovecraft "The Call of Cthulhu (excerpts)"
"The most merciful thing in the world, I think, is the inability of the human mind to correlate all its contents. We live on a placid island of ignorance in the midst of black seas of infinity; and it was not meant that we should voyage far."
William Carlos Williams: an American poet closely associated with modernism and Imagism.
"Shoot It Jimmy", "The Last Turn", "The World Narrowed to a Point", "To a Friend Concerning Several Ladies"
Wyndham Lewis: an English painter and author. He was a co-founder of the Vorticist movement in art, and edited the literary magazine of the Vorticists, BLAST. Born on his father's yacht off of Nova Scotia, Canada.
"End of Enemy Interlude", "The Essential Purposes of Art", "Song of the Militant Romance"
Ezra Pound: an American expatriate poet, critic and intellectual who was a major figure of the Modernist movement in the first half of the 20th century.
"Canto XLV (With Usura)", "Cantico del sole"
T.S. Eliot: a poet, playwright, and literary critic. He received the Nobel Prize in Literature in 1948. Born in Saint Louis, Missouri and moved to the United Kingdom in 1914 becaming British subject in 1927.
Jim Carroll (August 1, 1949 – September 11, 2009)
Author, poet, autobiographer, and punk musician.
Best known for his 1978 autobiographical work The Basketball Diaries
"Tiny Tortures" & "People Who Died"
Adam Gratrix continues on another 3 week adventure across Canada
A travelogue, of sorts.
Wandering the Calgary Stampede Grounds, Adam and Tammy navigate through throngs of people standing in lines, saunter passed commercial vendor booths, and soar over the crowds on a gondola. Then it's away to Brooks to visit relatives under thunderstorms, down to Dinosaur Park, and out to the aqueduct tourist info booth.
Adam Gratrix continues on another 3 week adventure across Canada
A travelogue, of sorts.
On the Danforth in Toronto at a bar called The Only, Scarborough Dude passes on the Rock, after a change of heart, to Adam for him to return it back to Vancouver. Adam leaves the Brampton Boys to reunited with the girl who had surprised him at the airport. They visit Windsor to have drinks at the Phog Lounge, owned by fellow podcaster Tom Lucier. All and all, they spend four romantic days together before Adam flies out to Calgary.
Adam Gratrix continues on another 3 week adventure across Canada
A travelogue, of sorts.
Part 11: Podcasters Across Borders in Kingston, Ontario, June 19-21, 2009. Social media enthusiasts from Canada, United States, and around the world gather together to share their insights and knowledge while strengthening and growing the podcasting community with some old fashioned real life interaction.
Podcasters Across Borders
June 19-21, 2009 in Kingston, Ontario
Go placidly amid the noise and the haste,
and remember what peace there may be in silence.
As far as possible, without surrender,
be on good terms with all persons.
Speak your truth quietly and clearly;
and listen to others,
even to the dull and the ignorant;
they too have their story.
Avoid loud and aggressive persons;
they are vexatious to the spirit.
If you compare yourself with others,
you may become vain or bitter,
for always there will be greater and lesser persons than yourself.
Enjoy your achievements as well as your plans.
Keep interested in your own career, however humble;
it is a real possession in the changing fortunes of time.
Exercise caution in your business affairs,
for the world is full of trickery.
But let this not blind you to what virtue there is;
many persons strive for high ideals,
and everywhere life is full of heroism.
Be yourself. Especially do not feign affection.
Neither be cynical about love,
for in the face of all aridity and disenchantment,
it is as perennial as the grass.
Take kindly the counsel of the years,
gracefully surrendering the things of youth.
Nurture strength of spirit to shield you in sudden misfortune.
But do not distress yourself with dark imaginings.
Many fears are born of fatigue and loneliness.
Beyond a wholesome discipline,
be gentle with yourself.
You are a child of the universe
no less than the trees and the stars;
you have a right to be here.
And whether or not it is clear to you,
no doubt the universe is unfolding as it should.
Therefore be at peace with God,
whatever you conceive Him to be.
And whatever your labors and aspirations,
in the noisy confusion of life,
keep peace in your soul.
With all its sham, drudgery, and broken dreams,
it is still a beautiful world.
Be cheerful. Strive to be happy.
Timothy Francis Leary (October 22, 1920 – May 31, 1996) was an American writer, psychologist, futurist, and advocate of psychedelic drug research and one of the first people whose remains have been sent into space. An icon of 1960s counterculture, Leary is most famous as a proponent of the therapeutic and spiritual and emotional benefits of LSD. He coined and popularized the catch phrase "Turn on, tune in, drop out."
My advice to myself and to everyone else, particularly young people, is to TURN ON, TUNE IN, DROP OUT. By drop out, I mean to detach yourself from involvement in secular, external social games. But the dropping out has to occur internally before it can occur externally. I'm not telling kids just to quit school; I'm not telling people to quit their jobs. That is an inevitable development of the process of turning on and tuning in.
"Turn on" meant go within to activate your neural and genetic equipment. Become sensitive to the many and various levels of consciousness and the specific triggers that engage them. Drugs were one way to accomplish this end. "Tune in" meant interact harmoniously with the world around you — externalize, materialize, express your new internal perspectives. Drop out suggested an elective, selective, graceful process of detachment from involuntary or unconscious commitments. "Drop Out" meant self-reliance, a discovery of one's singularity, a commitment to mobility, choice, and change. Unhappily my explanations of this sequence of personal development were often misinterpreted to mean "Get stoned and abandon all constructive activity."
If you want to change the way people respond to you, change the way you respond to people.
If you don't like what you're doing, you can always pick up your needle and move to another groove.
In the information age, you don't teach philosophy as they did after feudalism. You perform it. If Aristotle were alive today he'd have a talk show.
"But I don't want to go among mad people," Alice remarked. "Oh, you can't help that," said the Cat: "we're all mad here. I'm mad. You're mad." "How do you know I'm mad?" said Alice. "You must be," said the Cat, "or you wouldn't have come here."
Experimenting with a mini camcorder fastened to my sunglasses and my H2 recording surround sound, I walk from the parking lot up to the Trillium Viewpoint in Tynehead Park, Surrey, BC, Canada. May 17, 2009.
HENRY DAVID THOREAU:
"If a man walks in the woods for love of them half of each day, he is in danger of being regarded as a loafer. But if he spends his days as a speculator, shearing off those woods and making the earth bald before her time, he is deemed an industrious and enterprising citizen."
"The hostile attitude of conquering nature ignores the basic interdependence of all things and events---that the world beyond the skin is actually an extension of our own bodies---and will end in destroying the very environment from which we emerge and upon which our whole life depends."
Commuting home from work on a beautiful April morning.
Technically, it was two mornings.
Langley to Fraser Heights via Fraser Highway 1A and Pacific Highway 15, British Columbia.
The music track is a cover of Radiohead's Subterranean Homesick Alien by Mobius. http://www.myspace.com/mobiusband
1. "Don't talk about [Pillow] Fight Club!" (especially to news media and civic authories)
2. Don't be in location until the exact minute. (set your watches)
3. Hide your pillows.
4. Rush in screaming "PILLOW FIIIIIIGHT!!!!!"
5. After 15mins of excruciating fun, leave.
6. Stay off the road and sidewalk. (don't make this a police issue)
7. Do NOT hit anyone with out a pillow! (this includes but is not limited to people with cameras, bystanders, civic authorities, cars, use common sense!!)
8. "If this is your first [time] at [Pillow] Fight Club, you have to fight."
No one knows why or for whom but only that it "just happens". The message goes to all the good vibe people you know.
"Postmodernism is, almost by definition, a transitional cusp of social, cultural, economic and ideological history when modernism's high-minded principles and preoccupations have ceased to function, but before they have been replaced with a totally new system of values. It represents a moment of suspension before the batteries are recharged for the new millennium, an acknowledgment that preceding the future is a strange and hybrid interregnum that might be called the last gasp of the past."
- Adair, Gilbert
Well did you hear, there’s a natural order.
Those most deserving will end up with the most.
That the cream cannot help but always rise up to the top,
Well I say: Shit floats.
If you thought things had changed,
Friend you’d better think again,
Bluntly put in the fewest of words,
Cunts are still running the world,
Cunts are still running the world.
Now the working classes are obsolete,
They are surplus to societies needs,
So let ‘em all kill each other,
And get it made overseas.
That’s the word don’t you know,
From the guys thats running the show,
Lets be perfectly clear boys and girls,
Cunts are still running the world,
Cunts are still running the world.
Oh feed your children on Cray fish and Lobster tails,
Find a school near the top of the league,
In theory I respect your right to exist,
I will kill ya if you move in next to me,
Ah it stinks, it sucks, it’s anthropologically unjust,
But the takings are up by a third, Oh So
Cunts are still running the world,
Cunts are still running the world.
Your free market is perfectly natural,
Or do you think that I’m some kind of dummy,
It’s the ideal way to order the world,
Fuck the morals, does it make any money?
And if you don’t like it? Then leave.
Or use your right to protest on the street,
Yeah, use your rights but don’t imagine that it’s heard, Oh no no,
Cunts are still running the world,
Cunts are still running the world.
For Shannah - Songs I Made - by Jimmy
Mad Girl's Love Song (some poem Karen asked me to make a song out of. Natalie sang it.)
Let's Be Happy! (I made this for Lori when she was sad)
In Shadows Lurk Dead Guys (Matt and me made the words for this in World Religions class)
"Today a young man on acid realized that all matter is merely energy condensed to a slow vibration, that we are all one consciousness experiencing itself subjectively, there is no such thing as death, life is only a dream, and we are the imagination of ourselves." Bill Hicks
You might catch yourself sliding in and out . . . relax and enjoy it.
This is an experiment in mind formation, in-formation, forming, controlling, operating your mind and your brain, using digital techniques to overload, scramble, confuse, unfocus your mind.
The natural state of the brain is chaos. We’re dealing with a complexity of in-formation. The first thing to do is to overwhelm your focused mind, your linear mind, by overloading signals, digital patterns, clusters of photons and electrons which produce a pleasant state of confused chaos. This is the state of the brain when it is ready to be informed, that is, to be reprogrammed.
The human brain contains one hundred billion neurons, each neuron is as powerful as a large computer, and each neuron has around ten thousand connections with other neurons. Within our foreheads there is a chaos, inside our brains there is a galaxy of information, which is incomprehensible to our linear minds.
This contrasts and compares perfectly with the chaos without. We’re living in a universe, which has one hundred billion galaxies, each galaxy with star systems, planets, a complexity, again, which to our minds right now is chaotic, incomprehensible.
Chaos is beautiful. Now many times we are afraid because we want order. We can’t deal with the confusion and disorder. We want form. We want rules. Yes, throughout human history there have been people—religious leaders, political leaders—who will give you order. They will give you rules and commandments.
But chaos is basically good. Relax. Surf the waves of chaos and learn how to redesign your own realities. Sit back. Flow. Open your eyes. Turn off your minds. Unfocus, and let the waves of chaos roll over your brain. Float. Drift, Zoom. Design. Create new order, your order, your style from chaos.
Yes. Yes. Chaos. Yes, yes, chaos . . .
The aim of human life is to know thyself. Think for yourself. Question authority. Think with your friends. Create, create new realities. Philosophy is a team sport. Philosophy is the ultimate, the ultimate aphrodisiac pleasure. Learning how to operate your brain, learning how to operate your mind, learning how to redesign chaos.
The religious leaders, the political leaders want to give you orders to run your life, to determine how you think. The basic goal is to operate your own mind. Think for yourself.
Around three thousand years ago, a group of human beings in Athens, Greece, developed a new philosophy, a basic religion of humanity that is called humanism. Socrates said that the aim of human life is to know thyself. Create and design your own order from chaos. Socrates did not give commandments. Socrates did not impose order. Socrates asked questions. He encouraged his friends to speculate, design, to create, to interact their own versions of reality. Socrates said the way to perform philosophy is in small groups, raising questions, learning from each other, changing, changing your mind, growing together, thinking together.
The religious leaders said “You can’t say that, Socrates. The gods are in control. Who are you to say you have a self? How dare you think you can know? The Gods determine. Sacrifice to the gods; obey the gods.” Socrates said, “No. Look within.” For that, they gave Socrates the hemlock, because he dared to tell people, “Think for yourself. Question authority.”
To think for yourself, you must learn how to reprogram, reform, inform your own brain. To do this, to take responsibility for your brain, it is necessary to question everything that you have been taught, to question authority, to learn to take the brave step of taking responsibility for operating your brain. For designing, redesigning, reforming the chaos within.
Throughout human history, as our species has faced the frightening, terrorizing fact that we do not know who we are or where we are going in this ocean of chaos, it has been the authorities—the political, the religious, the educational authorities—who attempted to comfort us by giving us order, rules, regulations, informing—forming in our minds—THEIR view of reality. To think for yourself, you must question authority and learn how to put yourself in a state of vulnerable open-mindedness, chaotic, confused vulnerability to inform yourself.
Think for yourself. Question authority.
Then came Marshall McCluhan, in the 1950’s. McCluhan said, in the Socratic sense, “The medium is the message.” The words you use, the modes of communication you use determine the realities you inhabit. Most of our lives, most of us live in realities determined by others, imprinted in our brains by education, by religion, by politics, by the authorities. McCluhan said, “If you want to change your mind, change the medium.” Change the words you use. Change the mode of communication. If you change the medium, you change yourself. You change your society.
In the 1960’s, a new mode of communication developed: television. The kids growing up in the 1950’s learned how to tune in, turn on, fine tune, turn off, select, determine what hits your eyeballs. You control your eyeballs and your eardrums. You direct, manage the media that program your brain. McCluhan said, “Who controls the media is programming your mind and programming your brain.”
We are using in this tape the new media of digital, multimedia, audiographic overload, attempting to create the state of open-mindedness, pleasant vulnerability in which we will in-form and imprint the messages of The Sponsor: “Use your head. Learn how to operate your brain.”
To operate your brain you must understand how to use your eyes. “Oh say, can you see?” Oh say, can’t you see what is being done to your eyes? Who controls your eyeballs, controls your mind, imprints your brain. Oh say, can’t you see that the messages that hit your eyeballs in modern television are creating realities, imprinting messages from the sponsors who are not usually interested in your learning how to design your own realities.
Warning! Warning! Warning! Warning! Who controls your screen controls the programs in your mind. Your eyes are the windows of your brain. The eyes are extensions of the brain. The eyes are made up of hundreds of layers of neurons, rods, cones. Your eyeballs deal with one energy: It’s light. Through your eyes come illumination, vision, perception, enlightenment, illumination. Your eyes are the windows of your soul. Who controls your eyeballs programs your brain. Learn how to dial, fine tune your eyeballs. Learn how to unfocus your eyes, dilate your pupils, learn how to open up to illumination and light, and then refocus and redesign your own inner order, your own designs, your own language.
In the 60’s, we said. “Power to the people.” In the 90’s, the digital multimedia 90’s, we say, “Power to the pupil.”
Illuminate. Enlighten. Envision. Light waves. Sound waves. Light waves. Open eyes. Open mind. Open your brain. Learn how to send messages using electrons. Your brain loves light. Who controls your eyeballs programs your mind.
We are also passing on, in this demonstration, the message of Ralph Waldo Emerson, the first and probably the greatest American philosopher who said, “Divinity lies within.” Don’t look to the churches or to the big marble institutions. Your divinity lies within. You must learn to operate your brain, operate your soul. Learn how to communicate brain to brain, soul to soul with other people. Your divinity lies within.
The brain is designed to design realities. If you operate your own brain skillfully, you can learn to design your own realities, learn how to communicate in the language of the brain: electrons and photons. We are doing this now. We are sending messages from our brains, using the vehicle of electrons and photons, to your eyeballs. As we watch this screen, our minds are bedazzled, our minds are softened, our linear, sharp logical thinking is gentled, and we are communicating brain to brain. We are using the electron, computer circuits, to feed each other’s brains with light.
This is the first paragraph, the first attempt, the first child’s primer in how to communicate using both the orderly left brain and the chaotic, confusing language of photons and electrons. The brain is a photovore. Your brain, my brain, our brains live on light. Just as the body needs air and carbohydrates, our brains are starved for light, for illumination, for revelation.
Use your head. Learn how to operate your brain. The brain is designed to design realities.
Marshall McCluhan made the prophecy. He told us that the aim of evolution was to use media to create what we all want: the global village, the language, which can be understood by every human being, by every brain. The basic language of humanity, the language of the brain, lights, sounds, rhythms, pulsating your bones, moving your body. We all know this language. We can all sing and dance this language of electrons, of radio waves, of rhythms.
Now we have digital communication. We can create our fantasies. We can create our rhythms, design on screen. A new language will develop, a global language, not based on letters, not based on grammars, the language which we all understand, based on clusters of waves of light and sound. We all understand. We all celebrate. We all glory in the light, the illumination, the contact, the intersection, the interaction from around the world, the language of form. We will create a language of international, global brain linkup. Anyone in any culture watching this screen will get the general picture. It’s one global village. It’s one global human spirit, one global human race. As we link up through screens, linked by electrons and photons, we will create for the first time a global humanity, not separated by words or minds or nationalities or religious biases.
Now listen to The Message from The Sponsor: “There is one, global human race.”
We’re just now learning to communicate brain to brain, soul to soul.
The New Year 2009 is going to be great for the Virgo zodiac sign. The Virgos will always find themselves on toes without a minute of boredom. Creativity and love are going to be the important focus for the year 2009 and the Virgo people will find themselves resourceful to the ultimate. And with Virgo’s scrupulousness teamed with creative spirit, the result can be quite imaginable. On the emotional front also the Virgo can look forward to an excellent year. If you are already in a relationship then it is going to reach to new heights with marriage and planning a family on the cards. And if you are still looking for your soul mate, then you are sure to meet him or her in New Year 2009.
There are also going to be major changes in the Virgo world this year. Saturn is stationed in the Virgo and it would stay there for 2 years more. This is going to bring some strict discipline in the Virgo life, helping you organize your life in a much better way. You would soon find yourself achieving all that you had hoped for. The Virgo can also expect sudden changes in their relationships as you suddenly end some ties and begin some new relations as well. The Virgo will also find itself inspired coming up with new ideas. The only place where there can be some hiccups is work where things get totally confusing.
Canadian PM Forces Parliament Closure to Avoid No-Confidence Vote
In Canada, Prime Minister Stephen Harper has succeeded in shutting down Parliament to avoid a vote that would have thrown him out of office. Three opposition parties formed a coalition to oust Harper after he tried to introduce a series of controversial measures, including an attempt to end public financing of election campaigns. Harper said he would try to push through a new budget when parliament reconvenes.
“...and everything is going to the beat - It's the beat generation, it be-at, it's the beat to keep, it's the beat of the heart, it's being beat and down in the world and like oldtime lowdown and like in ancient civilizations the slave boatmen rowing galleys to a beat and servants spinning pottery to a beat...”
- Jack Kerouac quote
"'Turn on' meant go within to activate your neural and genetic equipment. Become sensitive to the many and various levels of consciousness and the specific triggers that engage them. Drugs were one way to accomplish this end. 'Tune in' meant interact harmoniously with the world around you - externalize, materialize, express your new internal perspectives. Drop out suggested an elective, selective, graceful process of detachment from involuntary or unconscious commitments. 'Drop Out' meant self-reliance, a discovery of one's singularity, a commitment to mobility, choice, and change. Unhappily my explanations of this sequence of personal development were often misinterpreted to mean 'Get stoned and abandon all constructive activity'.” Timothy Leary
I Met The Walrus...
In 1969, a 14-year-old Beatle fanatic named Jerry Levitan, armed with a reel-to-reel tape deck, snuck into John Lennon's hotel room in Toronto and convinced John to do an interview about peace. 38 years later, Jerry has produced a film about it. Using the original interview recording as the soundtrack, director Josh Raskin has woven a visual narrative which tenderly romances Lennon's every word in a cascading flood of multipronged animation. Raskin marries the terrifyingly genius pen work of James Braithwaite with masterful digital illustration by Alex Kurina, resulting in a spell-binding vessel for Lennon's boundless wit, and timeless message.
Adam Gratrix continues on another 2 week adventure across Canada with his travel companion Damien.
A travelogue, of sorts.
Part 10: Special edition. The night before Adam leaves for home, the boys and him head into Toronto to meet up with a few of their podcaster friends along The Danforth, The Scarborough Dude of DicksNJanes podcast and Valerie of Description.
Adam Gratrix continues on another 2 week adventure across Canada
with his travel companion Damien.
A travelogue, of sorts.
Now back home in Brampton, Damien and his brother Shaun show Adam a good time in suburbia. From one seedy stripclub to another, they burn off some lingering exuberance and, of course, some hard earned money. Then its time for friends to say goodbye until the next cross Canada adventure.
Adam Gratrix continues on another 2 week adventure across Canada
with his travel companion Damien.
A travelogue, of sorts.
Adam and Damien attend the first few days of the Montreal Jazz Festival. Drinking beers and smoking cigarettes, they wander through the crowds. Late one night, they decide the best way to get back to Westmount is to walk across the city. When it's finally time to leave Montreal, there is a confusion with their train tickets.
Adam Gratrix continues on another 2 week adventure across Canada
with his travel companion Damien.
A travelogue, of sorts.
Adam and Damien take a bus to Montreal to stay with Damien's brother and his girlfriend. They hang out at various locations including a Hookah lounge on St. Denis, an apartment in Westmount, etc. They go to watch the St. Jean Baptiste Day parade. While drinking beer, there's a fire in a next door building.
Adam Gratrix continues on another 2 week adventure across Canada
with his travel companion Damien.
A travelogue, of sorts.
Part 6: Podcasters Across Borders in Kingston, Ontario, June 20-22, 2008. Canadian podcasters, along with their American podcasting peers, gather together to strengthen the community, their craft, and nurture creativity. Also, it's a great excuse to have a few drinks with new friends.