Planet Earth

really?

2011-11-03T22:47:00.000-07:00

The finally before it was midnight on the sun.

2009-03-02T21:10:00.001-08:00

plenerous is plenty generous of you.
but do you read more than right of your means?

Cairo

2008-11-19T03:33:00.000-08:00

I am writing to your eyes tracing the contours on my hand typing now, but also writing parts in so-called cursive when I was eight or so. Before too long, I will tell you about a biking accident I will have had when I was 14 but that’s all after (parts of this story) but before I started wearing two watches to help me deal with what comes in which order, even though I think it might started way before that, when I remembered a fall that almost never seemed to end.

Here's what I remember about Egypt. I remember that the Egyptian pound was more colorful than the English version and pretending to actually read Arabic. I remember my brother telling me that if we entered the mummies' tomb there would be a curse on us... and I remember believing him and nightmares of severed limbs and dark silent deaths in vats of honey. I remember the belly dancer in that restaurant in a boat on the Nile and looking to my Dad to see if it was okay to look at her...a lot. I ate sugar cane on a raft and wondered if I would remember any of it the way I remembered things from my past that I can no longer recall. I remember trying to remember stuff when I was eight too, like when I fell out of our attic window when I was three. No one remembers that but me because I was too scared to say to anyone that it happened. Remembering memories themselves. I rolled off the roof and fell three stories. I remember the memory of it. How it took a very long time to hit the ground. VERY long.

You know how you can remember that you had an epiphany just before nodding off but that you can’t discern the content upon awakening? I'm falling asleep, I'm having a good idea, don't forget that good idea, I'm too tired to write it down, I'll remember it. Good morning. Oh no! I can't remember my idea, but I remember that I had one. That’s a collision of now and then language, to be sure.

It’s hot at Christmas. Sand, not snow. First time for this and/or that, he wrote, trying to choose a tense or point of view, but neither differentiating subject nor object. When is he going to take part of an Egyptian monument home with him? When did it already happen? Who is this child he’s narrating?

Darling, the difference between crocodiles and alligators is the way their teeth are arranged. Thanks, Mom, I feel better now. If fall in the water and a crocodile comes, he would not dare eat me because I'm poisonous and if I look him in the eye, he will know it so – I will convince him. I’ll make him sick.
The water is warm and I can swim to Banana Island, easily. I bet a lot of people died in this river over the last 4000 years – but then, this river has kept many alive. Nevermind. Wake up.

_______________________________________________

Six hundred hours, the sun’s up and it hot already. Where can I find some papyrus? Do they still make it? It's real paper papyer...us...papayrus. Paper inventors.

Later, I learned what etymology was and tried to find out how the word “etymology” came about. It was Greek, after the before fact.

I have learned to spell my name in hieroglyphs and the meaning of the scarab beetle while on the way to Thebes. My sister is throwing up again but my Mom is holding her like flowers. We give her Dramamine and Coke.

Thebes. With five mirrors the Sun is coaxed down the deep underground halls. There is a beam above our heads and our guide dips into his own mirror into it like a ladle to illuminate the Book of Gates on the walls. I learn it is very important to be dead sometimes. And have a mirror.

Tomorrow we go to the Pyramids at Giza. The real Pyramids. The Pyramids Miss Thompson told us about in 2nd Grade, four years after I fell from the attic, but the same day Bridget Cornwall got a bloody nose for no reason. OK, now WHAT day is it? Eventually, I will have leaned how to use “tenses”. But not for long…I will have had a bike accident that will have changed everything.

How will I know a mirage if I see it? Will it tell me? Clearly, nothing is obvious in this heat. Oh, sure, it’s DRY heat, but so is an oven, ya know.

We live in a kind of place for people who are staying a longer time than other places with their short staying people and after a week I can go on my own if I stay on the grounds. Eventually I can go for long walks outside with my brother. It doesn’t take long for me to turn brown or find my way to the street for a sugared ice. From the steps outside I’m kissed by the singing from the Mosques. There is no way to not hear it. I love my new sandals, because, see, if someone looks just at my feet he cannot tell if I am Egyptian or not. I want to be Egyptian now.

His Father had asked someone to give him a ride around the Pyramids in advance. But the child was completely taken by surprise when the Arabian stranger lifted him up from the dirty sand and offered him to his cloaked partner on the camel.
When you look down on people from a camel and they are wearing a hat you cannot see their face. So you cannot see them smile approvals. You cannot see that it is okay with your Dad, who is wearing a big hat.

Most camels look like they are in a bad mood to begin with and when camels are late they become very serious indeed. Maybe camels must never be late and that is why. Yes, that's it - there is no such thing as a late camel. They are fast enough to out race their own smell. They can lose their shadows. Wide flat pods rush to find the horizon. Nothing is out of range. Nothing, for a camel.

Before I know what is happening and as soon as I am handed to the rider he goes. Fast. With the wind at my ears and a strong arm around me I try to peek behind us but the rider’s clothes are full and thick like his laugh. His laughter is married to the bounce of his friend. Someone has seen us go or we are not alone, I hope, but I have no proof. I have been kidnapped. We slow down and I hear the camel’s heavy breath and the gentle voice of my guide relates an incomprehensible monologue as he loosens his hold. I am riding around the Pyramids on a camel in the lap of an Arab at Christmastime. It was nightmare for moments, now it is a dream. NO, I cannot even dream this, it is too incredible. Without credibility entirely.

My Dad, on another Camel, overtakes us, then my Mom and my Sister and my Brother. I have not been kidnapped, I had just not been warned. Now I will not have to escape.

The Sphinx is caged. The fragile monument sits within a fenced compound. I clearly remember the guard unlocking the metal gateway for us and only us. It was my father’s connections to the Egyptian Consulate got us in. I remember learning the word consulate and understanding my “passport”. I remember at first being fascinated by border-lines on maps and not much later becoming very saddened by them…for everyone, somehow. As we walked around the monument I could not resist tracing my hand along its contours, and when no one was looking, I took it, as small piece broke off in my hand. Yes, I put a piece of the Sphinx in my pocket. I wonder when I may put it back? I hope the passport that enabled my thievery, will not prevent my making it all right again. I dream of the rock’s return often. It comes and goes as a mission. You should smell it sometime, it has an interesting smell. Even though everything in the universe is essentially the same age, the rock smells older than most smellable things.

I'm in bed watching the fan spin on a spinning world - time to sleep - I'm so sleepy from today's sun. I should write down that this life and the people and things I have done are everything I never thought I always wanted, but I am a little boy, and have not learned to write down what I think might be important thoughts for later, if I get them right before I fall asleep, and I think that I will remember it in the morning anyway. Did I?

this is a book what through me

2008-10-03T21:44:00.001-07:00

maybe you'll write it or read it or hear it
it depends. you may not continue. you may not finish. i don't care.
i can smell it.
inhale and smell the new forest of marshmallows and bleach . Changed.
You care. But about as much as lint.
i've just been diagnosed with terminal existence
and only have the rest of life to live.
i micromanage my neuro-chemistry.
the first lesson they teach you in Elementary Pharmacology
is that anything you put in you body is potentially toxic.
At some point you can overdose on Bananas. VitaminA.
Barbiturates and alcohol have great potential.
That's how the Heaven's Gate Nike shoe purple scarves mofos got to their comet.

IF YOU'RE NETWORKED enough
you might become just about everyone.
that's why not many people really KNOW famous people
they know of them.
you know of your self
"know thyself"?
when your brain does all kinds of shit it never tells your mind about?
ok, so know your mind.
Mind your friends.
Mind the network and know your mind.
i micromanage my neuro-chemistry.
My mind i know by driving the machine.
the electro-chemical thing managing to type this.
maybe I'll write it or read it or hear it

song titles

2008-09-03T21:26:00.001-07:00

chile
P.S.A.
Trigger
CRM114
Anamorphic

Penrose

probability
Gomboc

Kind

How to Count
Charge

Ground

Table

Pupil
Morpheme

Aspirin

Highway Music

2008-09-02T18:31:00.001-07:00

grooves to wake up sleepy drivers can be designed to play a tune. The distance between the chunks of grooves and the lenngth of the note: whole, half, quarter. The distance between the groove and or with of the grooves with the chunks define the notwe and it's timbre. Th tempo (and pitch) of the tune in toto defined by speed of car and tires. A stero program and or harmonies can be created by having tracks of grooves for each side of car. even mor ecomplicated arrangements could by designed for a trike, ie, three tracks.

Does advertizing work on me?

2008-08-28T10:57:00.001-07:00

Does my media-deconstructionist attitude immunize me?
Don't want to work, don't want to play.
I'm not who I used to be, but I don't like the change.

Private Service Announcement.

How to reject a rejection letter.

2008-08-27T21:01:00.000-07:00

Dear MicroCineFest,

Thank you for your letter of September 22nd. After careful consideration, I regret to inform you that I am unable to accept your refusal to accept my short films
for your festival.

This year I have been particularly fortunate in receiving an unusually large number of rejection letters. With such a varied and promising field of candidates, it is simply impossible for me to accept all refusals.

Despite Mr. Cyzyk’s outstanding qualifications and previous experience in rejecting applicants, I find that your rejection does not meet my needs at this time. Therefore, I will be honored to have my films in your festival this November. I look forward to seeing you then.

Best of luck in rejecting future applicants.

Sincerely,

Max Friedenberg

You fell in love with a nut.

2008-02-28T14:05:00.001-08:00

I love you more than can be expressed other than

by shining my love on you day after day after day after day after day…

then maybe you’ll understand how I feel about you and how

beautifully I have resolved to treat you day after day after day after day…

Every day that passes, you’ll understand more and more how I love you.

But how will I understand YOU, Dear?

I choose you, because I have no choice…Love did not give me that option.

I just got into trouble.

I spoke of Love as an entity. Capital “L”

Love has been summoned.

-Love here.

-Hey, Love, what’s up?

-Not, much. What’s up with you? Just kidding. I can tell what’s up, dumbass. I brought you two together. Want some advice?

-Ummmm, ok.

-Get a pen, stupid.

So Love told me how to treat you today.

A portion of the message from Love:

“Treat her like diamonds, gold and pearls.

Treat her like water, seeds and soil.

Treat her like flesh, wood and fire…”

Love went on and on in weird triplets.
And I wrote it all down.
I got a hand cramp.

Love can really go off. Did a little singing. Very emotional.

And then at the very end, Love told me, (and this is funny, because it really shows how Love has a weird way of doing things)
“Now forget all those things. Treat her beyond what all those tired metaphors deserve, respect and might accomplish.”

So I told Love:

“I can’t believe you made me write all that shit down, you bastard…that’s a creative exercise you got there. But seriously, I don’t know of anything precious enough to compare her to – and to then treat her like. The only thing she is like, is herself.”

Love laughed at me and said, “Wow. I remember when you told her that the first time. That’s pretty romantic. You really have it in you.Want a job? Just kidding. But now you understand, Max. Discover her. If she is like nothing or anyone else – find out who she is and then you’ll know how to treat her.”

I laughed and told Love, “What? Find out? Like today? Hello? Love? Love? You there?”

No answer. Love waits for no man. Or is that Time?

-Time here. What’s up?

-Can we talk later? I am trying to write a love-letter to her.

-Word. I’m pretty fucking busy ,too, as you can imagine.

-I think I can. I’ll call on you later. I have a lot of questions.

-Later. Later. Never before. Rarely now. A ha ha. Inside joke.. Rarely now…love that one. No, but, what is wrong with you people? There is way more Time before, than later. Why can’t we talk before?

-OOO. There’s more Time before, than later? That sounds bad. Are we in trouble?

-Read the papers? Bush? Global warming? Beyond that, ever heard of the the “big crunch”? Get with it. The expansion of the universe is NOT accelerating. Yah, it’s expanding, but it’s slowing down. I told Hawking that two years ago, he’s keeping it to himself. Bitter, secretive, man. Oh shit, that the time...again? Gotta go.

So I want to discover who you are, Ray- to truly understand you.

But now also, I understand why I want to understand you.

Because then I will know how to treat you and how to love you.
I suspect I will realize that I must treat you with Ultimate Understanding in order to to discover you.

It’s a bit of a loop.

-Ultimate Understanding here, sorry I’m late. I visiting a mental institution.

-Crap.

-What? You called on me.

-No I didn’t, I just wrote “Ultimate Understanding” in caps. I didn’t know you were even an entity!

-Well I am. Problem is, no one ever, really ultimately understands me. Except for, ahem, psychotic people. Or elightenend ones. Kinda depend on how you cope with the information. Ironic, no? By the way, did you buy UltimateUnderstanding.com last year?

-Yah. I was was pretty high at the time. Haven’t done anything with it. But now I have some ideas.

-I bet. Well, I want it.

-Too bad. Why don’t you buy it off me, hoss?

-I’m Ultimate Understanding, I don’t have money. Money is like poison to me. That’s part of ultimate understanding.

-I know.You’re fucked. Wait! Isn’t “ownership” antithetical to ultimate understanding too?? Why would you want to own domain name?

- I was testing you. Good work. Shit. We should talk more.

-Oh. Ok. I bet I could learn a lot from you. You’re pretty understanding, huh?

-I understand I’m understanding. You don’t have to tell me. In fact, I understand that you understand that I understand I’m understanding. And so on, forever, until you never get there and it turns out that you are understanding, or beginning to understand understanding just for understanding that very fact. But I will always be more understanding. I’m Ultimate Understanding…I can help you realize that…or come close. No one ever gets the cigar. Actually, there is no cigar. I already smoked it. If you ever reach ultimate understanding, you simply go insane or become enlightened. Either way way, it's ineffable. Kinda lonely, yet serene. Unless you just can't cope with it, then it's just lonely and completely terrifying. Tell you about it later, and how to achieve that peacefully horrific or horrifically peaceful place. . It has to do with nearly stopping T-i-m-e and having every single possible thought almost instantaneously. It's excruciatingly relaxing. But you realize what’s REALLY going on. Up to it?

-Not right now.

-I understand, but that's all the T-i-m-e you'll need.

If you think I am treating and loving you OK now, then I must have some understanding of you already.

OK?!
So my goal is ultimate understanding of you.
But I understand that is not possible, as you are a dynamic force that will forever change and grow.

There is who you were, who you are and who you are becoming.
Ultimately, you’ll never “ulti-mate” (I turned “ultimate” into a verb, there, and actually think it’s never been done before, so I am calling Oxford later)

I can only conclude:

I can’t arrive at ultimately understanding you, but I can approach it. Fine.
I can’t choose to discover you, as you discover yourself and as you discover how you, yourself, wish to be treated/loved. Love’s making me do it.

I can ask you to show me how to do that.
I feels really good to ask you to do that.
Will you show me?

And it’s the best feeling in the world, because I finally know something true:
I know something I can never tell you, and you know something you can never tell me.

Oh sure, you and I can say it all day long and write love letters and songs and paintings and try to “figure out” Love itself, and in some small way, by doing this, we show each other.
But really, I know something I can only ever show you by continually showing you.

It could take a while.
Have some Time?
Wanna see?

-Wanna here.

-YOU, wanna, are not an entity; “wanna” is turn of phrase. Short for “want to”.
It was capitalized because it was the first word in a fragmented sentence. Not a proper noun, like a name or place.
You are totally off base.

-Fine, I’m going back to watch Oprah.

-Oprah here. This is very expensive, you know, summoning me. This bold italicized will cost you. But, I brought you this Microwave…

-I didn't summon you, Oprah. Wanna did.

-I thought you said I wasn't an entity.-You summoned Oprah. You must be one now. Also she'll be billing you. I suggest you pay her. Otherwise, even though she is filthy rich, she'll sue.

- Time here. Sorry I was tardy. Had a meeting with Money. Turns out we are NOT related. It's a dirty paradigm. The meeting with space went very well. We are one and the same. It's just I do the talking. Space is just so, so, so, so... Spacey.

- Kevin, here. Who are you people? This is a shitty script. I'm going back to rehearsal. Oh, before I go: sorry about K-PAX. Big mistake, Jeff Bridges though...I mean, c'mon. Class act.

How we all fucked up the Superbowl again.

2008-02-28T14:04:00.000-08:00

First off, I just realized that quantum mechanically speaking, if you watch the Superbowl, you'll affect it's outcome.
Unfortunately there's not much you can to do affect the outcome of the ads. They were pre-recorded, by those who, by recording them affected THEIR outcome.

So then how we know that the universe is not prerecorded? Some "show" we are but only watching? How do we know that we are participants and not just observers? Oh. Now I understand quantum mechanics. By observing we ARE participating. At the very least, just by tuning in we are either fucking everything up or setting it right. It's pretty hard to discover with out getting your muddy footprints all over the place.

But you can make quite an impression by thinking alone...too. And if you are observing yourself -- I don't mean staring into the mirror* -- if you are self-aware/sentient, then well, you are affecting your own, er, outcome. You are forced to choose your own path. Your trajectory through life and space-time itself.

So if you choose to observe the Superbowl it's because your life path lead you to affect it's outcome.

Did I type "the Superbowl"? Please replace those words with "an electron".

I'm starting to think that electrons and other fascinating particles lead Physicists to observe the very particles that that they themselves are elementally composed of. It's kind of like the universe CREATED scientists and thinkers to figure out what the universe is, but we can't because we are part of it too so we just can't see it from our catch-22 vantage point.

How to escape the loop? How to transcend in a finite (albeit, seemingly large) universe?
I submit the universe is not comprised of countless particles, but rather one particle moving so fast that it comprises all.

THE UNIVERSE IS MADE OF ONE PARTICLE MOVING AT THE SPEED OF NOW.

I feel a transcendence coming on. Later.

*if you stare into a mirror long enough it gets more difficult to discern which side of the mirror you are on.

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Observer_effect

Control-Alt-Delete.org

2008-01-30T20:36:00.000-08:00

	The page may or may not be displayed. It's kinda iffy...we are a bunch of guessers, because the odds are dynamic. But not immutable.
Therefore page you are looking for may or may not be currently unavailable. In a possible, yet highly probable universe, Urgently Weird Temporal Works will have been contracted to develop control-alt-delete.org, a broom closet at High Mayhem. Urgently Weird Temporal Works will have been generating the site from nothing more than happenstance by using a Synchron Series-K. The site is accessible randomly; it may or may not depend on who you are, what you are going to have for lunch tomorrow, if your name is Ed or Linne or Molly or Chris or Delores and if you are in a dream or not, (and/or if you got a card like this) and if you are not sure you are dreaming, why not?) Is not waking life as similar as dreams? Observers underestimate your/their understanding (and indeed their/your very own) because, well they've/you've already come to some conclusion about "who you/they are" (at least for some chunk of your perception of time) - you/they fail to realize you/they are far more or less observant than you/they appear because you/they make assumptions about your/their defining characteristic...or worse, actually think you have one at all! Write me and we can go over it, because there is no "us" or "them"...neither "you" nor "I". We are more like each other than we are like ourselves. Even our differences are similar. Somewhere in between what you say and I hear -- and vice versa, may be the "truth". Betwixt implication and inference is what we are are REALLY talking about. Here check out some VIDEOS.
Why consider the following?: Click the Refresh button. It's not very refreshing, is it? We recommend leaving your home and taking a brisk walk or jog instead. You can always come back here later. Struggle is easy. Enjoy pleasure! If the meaning has purpose and the purpose is the meaning then the structure is feedback. The feedback is the structure. Kinda like gravity. You typed the page address in the Address bar and you likely spelled it correctly. The Omniplex will have been generating new content and happenstance - you won't be sorry for long. Frustrated? Visit our zen site Composition Notebook. That's REALLY frustrating, so it'll calm you down. Don't bother checking your connection settings, or clicking the Tools menu, and then clicking Internet Options. It won't help. On the Connections tab, go ahead click Settings, but you would just be wasting time (which we no longer refund). YOU ARE EXACTLY WHERE YOU THOUGHT YOU WERE GOING. If the UWTW Administrator, Janus Shilling, has enabled it, he can examine your "network", and automatically discover why it is so many of us continue to wonder what we are all doing here. If you have not done any wondering recently, try that walk and really have a good look around. We're pretty sure it's good to be alive. And it's pretty weird too, because, like what does that even mean? Some sites require 128-bit connection security. Similarly, your brain does all kinds of things it never tells you about. Try some deep breathing and think about thinking sometimes. Have a conversation about conversations with a friend or so-called stranger even. What's a stranger? Do they exist? Who taught you that and why? Terrible! We apologize to you, Control-Alt-Delete.org (and your clients) for any inconvenience as we are aware we promised to have the site up before you had even requested our services. What is Control-Alt-Delete.org? It's a catalyst for Not-So-Self Exploration; a venue for reality testing, currently under construction by Urgently Weird Temporal Works. Yes, we know that, for now, that seems completely nonsensical- this universe is grand but finite -probability suggests that it will catch on eventually. The odds are that the odds are better than you think they are. Some of us are engaged in attempting to brainwash humans to think for themselves. Others try to quite the opposite...and not for free either. They are actually charging us to get dumb. Helping us forget that we are wandering in and out of one another's subjective realities. What will have been Urgently Weird Temporal Works? It's a possible, if not highly probable, multi-media design group: a real heavy flux job. Typically they can have your job done before you even hire them. They neither read nor invent trends or popular memes...they remove them just to see if you notice. For them, design is a subtractive process. Like sculpting marble. Or extracting a song from pure noise. It's in there somewhere already and if it isn't, then maybe we are already done. Who is Gregor Petrov (and why won't he talk to me{?}) ? He's a filmmaker and really, really Russian, or so he says. He's been hired to make films about the employees of control-alt-delete: Doctor Moniker, Janus Shilling, Dr. Luna Tempers, Kay Levels and ensemble he's in, Green Orbit. Since Gregor is now an employee of control-alt-delete, he, of course, must also document himself. Who are all these entities with specious names? They are are Russian Dolls (you know, the ones that fit inside one another?) on the way to discovering the penultimate container or final layer, if there is one. That's what they think. Actually, there's no hierarchy. The inhabitants and, indeed, progenitors of Control-Alt-Delete.org, themselves radical subjectivists, are coming to the conclusion that, yes, they are all or will have been, in a highly possible if not probable universe - thanks to your observations, dear reader - real. They (Janus, Kay, Gregor, Luna And Dr. Moniker) are also coming to grok that they will have created themselves - that is, they are imagining themselves, or rather each other into existence. You know, like you do with your friends and others in your social circles. I can explain. It's game theory. They are more like each other than we are like ourselves. As we are. As you are to your various selves. All the semi-different "yous" that you are to others compared to the you that you are to yourself. How many of you are there? It depends upon the number of those observers and interactors within and without. (humans, animals, insects...any detector, really.)Soooo, how "real" are you? How true are you? The ratio of who you think you are compared to how you are perceived by self or others reflects your trueness. The ultimate fidelity ratio is 1:1. It's not achieveable by humans these days. Perhaps we ought to let down or dismiss our gaurds and masks and reveal ourselves universally. But then if you are transparent, who can see you you? Well, crap. This examination of suchness isn't going anywhere. ANYWAY; What might they --that are you-- learn from this question? What about this one? *That I am out of your mind...or that I am out of yours?* __________________________________________________________ Thank you for enjoying this thought experiment, or disliking it and/or coming to any conclusion* whatsoever after you will have run it through your cultural refractor or emotional prism -- even if it was for a moment it means you must have had a feeling that the sensation of the passage of time has to do with why we often experience one thought following another instead of some thoughts progressing from anything but a former one. The speed at which it feels to pass must have something to do with how many thoughts you experience in a certain amount of "time". The faster the process, the more "time" you have to observe the process. Like speeding up the frame rate to crate a slow-motion effect at baseline playback. Like getting really high and jumping out of a plane at 3 hours a minute. Or seven years a second...or... If you came to no conclusions, yet perceived the site, it's because you are are still coming to one. If you NEVER come to one, it means you probably wrote this. If you did not perceive the site, well, then why the hell am I wasting my perception of time writing this? Fuck if I'm gonna go back and fix typos or forge an effort to prevent new ones, not EPECIALLY for anyone simply not reading this, but for those who have seen right through it. I mean, once you learn to read it's near impossible to NOT read something in your tongue. I'm not saying whole paragraphs but, you know, the occasional word. Try not to read signage. You can't! Stop. Yield. EXIT> IF YOU HAVE SCROLLED DOWN THIS FAR, AND YOU CAN READ ENGLISH, IT'S A CHALLENGE TO NOT READ THIS SENTENCE. But hopefully none of above will have been written. It's best not to arrive after you have left. The only thing I know about you is that you would like to be believed. Authenticated. Don't forget, if you're going to wax ontological, drink plenty of water! If you don't like water, have a Bildebier ok? Looking for High Mayhem?*

If this is a trap, well then poison me too...

2007-07-31T01:09:00.000-07:00

Coupons, like Kings, are for redemption.

2007-07-29T03:28:00.001-07:00

THE BELOW ARE FUTURE TOPICS/HEADINGS FOR BLOGS. THIS IS NOT A BLOG PER SE. Well, it's a blog of possibly future blogs. Pardon the typos. I don't write it. I comes through me.

The Crew. A reality show about the crew that produces, directs shoots and edits a reality show. Except the crew doesn't know.

Shave patterns into my friend's living room carpet, with my Oster. Failing that, use oyster or an annoyster.

Solve the gravity wave problem with an insightful analogy between the compressions and rarefactions of air molecules to propagate the medium we call "sound". Weeeeeellll, perhaps the compressions and rarefactions of time ( and therefore, M and c) result in "gravity waves".
The waves may be beyond generations of collectible data. We must have memories of a thousand years or more to perceive one cycle of phase. Hence the mysteries of the universe may not be understood by one particular culture during one particular era. Including us earthlings. UNLESS....I seriously have something I can't tell you, but not because you can't understand this time. Should I die too soon, the answer is hidden in the High Mayhem logo.

Love is all give and no take.

Smart monkeys may be choosy about whom they fuck, go hunting with, share food with, communicate with and in all cases, when. Smart monkeys can look ahead. Smart monkeys devise...plan...anything. The formulations of possible futures, implies that probability is a consideration. If the odds are right (or merely entertain notions of maths) - you must not be wrong about the nature of the universe. It made you. You are not in the universe, but part of it.

When is then not now?

Self- displacement - liberating to someone else especially if you are not yourself.

Don't put your past in front of you.

User directed TV> MY camera, MY POV>

Enjoy Pleasure!

President incorporated: a corporation is a "body" a person and acts as one. Why can't a hundred citizens, form a corp and run as ONE individual?

And you thought insanity was crazy!

It's easy to like people you don't know. Hence the famous.
If you were famous, hardly anyone would know you.
If you were likable and famous who could find out?

What others think of me -- that is none of my business.
What I think of others is theirs

What world-view have you adopted, developed, accepted or even promoted?
WHY?

If there's one thing I can't tell you, I have know idea what it is.

You look like I love you.

The odds are that the odds are better that you think. More odds:

Do not tap on glass!
To break it, you must maximize force to the smallest possible area!

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Time lapse 1 year to in each five feet I move as I cross a 40 foot room.
Try to get back to position as much as possible over the eight years it will take.
If you can bee on mark for 20% of the time, this will be revealed:

We are ghosts. We do not retain matter. We are composed of organic molecules, which over eight years or so, shed and renew completely. We are not concrete. We are just good at maintaining the patterns of our selves, through life. The "Max" that began the eight year journey across the room is the not, atomically, the "Max that arrived. Anatomically, he is Max.
He maintained continuity of consciousness, because his brain constantly renewed itself.

His cells patterns and behaviors were preserved, but each and every element within them is "new parts". Kinda like if you had a car and over the years exchanged every single part for a new one until after eight years none of the original "car" is extant. But there it is...your car.
It's new car but it is the same car.

So the time lapse imagery would reveal a ghostly journey as new molecules take the places of others. We cannot visualize this fact easily because our narrow perception of time and thin memories.

To a relative observer who is "moving" a factor slower than you (and therefore also experiencing consciousness with greater temporal girth) you may appear less dense. That's because compared to our bodies, space is vast. Space is time and we occupy little of that too.

The universe is not many particles jostling about. The universe (the temperature of the universe reveals the on average most atoms don't appear to be moving much) is just one particle moving at the speed on NOW. One particle Not a type or class of particle .ONE SINGLE PARTICLE..THING...EVENT...LOCATION...Is-ness bit. One BIT.

To us the things that seem the most dense, seem that way because the BIT spends more time there. The liquids and gasses we can navigate through - the BIT...

What? This is getting very silly.

...Yeah, and I think that things don't just LOOK smaller the further away they are. They actually ARE smaller.

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Ok everybody here on Lunesta raise your hand. Nobody? All sleeping?

Ok everybody not willing to admit something, raise your hands.

don't be somebody else. be your self - just make sure you are are not behaving in ways that are the not somebody else.

cover for me

Shedding of atoms and cells timelapse ghost effect TIMELAPSE (above)

Speed of thought defines perception of passage of time. i KNOW BECAUSE OF MY BIKE ACCIDENT.

The universe is one particle moving at the speed of now,

"aliens" as time travelers. HOW COME THEY LOOK SO MUCH LIKE US? They ARE us. From many possible futures. Ain't no way a being from a completely different system, gonna have hands, feet, face...probably wouldn't even be carbon based! Or even on the same scale!

balder dash show - whats the difference

genesis a book about creation myths

Comic about comic.

i know what
LOOP LIVWE TGEATRE
WITH CPPENS WHEN YOU EL DIE.
i can only not tell you the secret because you cannot know...yet.

i dont know half of you
half as much as i would like
and i like less than half you
half as much as you deserve. - LOTR? or screenwriters?

ravel unrave inter exercourse important exportant. words without positive

tom's of maine who the fuck is tom? just some dude tinkering with baking soda?

ebarter.com

testing the pad
a cat named dander
packaging "Cashews" instead of peanuts. gourmet packaging anti breakage. bubble wrap each peanut and then put those in a package. fuck it - package each and every molecule. make it safe
for the consumer. "if this molecular seal is broken, please discard"

scratch and sniff ANYTHING. i HAVE A SCRATCH and sniff yearbook! My girlfried DID smell like that. Unfortunately so did our Chorale instructor. Scratch his face.

WHATS THE DIFF? lunesta or neulasta

make fun of him in front of his back

here's what i've noticed about a thing i find interesting:
if it weren't for observation we wouldn't notice anything

worry of nothing be sorry of naught

That notion/assumption is bizarre, unfounded and implies some kind of conspirancy to undermine you, is at work.
I have noticed this view of the world pervades your thinking across many realms

conversation about information seeking and time it takes to "know"something
or appear to know something.

will free will in dreams

filtering information to prevent "madness" crazy as paradigm of not being able to "deal with" knowing the ineffable vs. enlightenment

Ashbar Kucha and the hidden painting.

Terri(y) Nolan and the coral urine.