(at Delphi)

Friday, November 26, 2010

Philosophia: An exchange

<umunmutamku> What do I need, philosophy-wise?
<tezcatlipoca> We are writing the philosophy we need.

Friday, October 29, 2010

Live Sex!

Thursday, October 28, 2010

Cities Of The Red Night

The Cities of the Red Night were six in number: Tamaghis, Ba'dan, Yass-Waddah, Waghdas, Naufana and Ghadis. THese cities were located in an area roughly corresponding to the Gobi Desert, a hundred thousand years ago. At that time the desert was dotted with large oases and traversed by a river which emptied into the Caspian Sea.

The largest of these oases contained a lake ten miles long and five miles across, on the shores of which the university town of Waghdas was founded. Pilgrims came from all over the inhabited world to study in the academies of Waghdas, where the arts and sciences reached peaks of attainment that have never been equaled. Much of this ancient knowledge is now lost.

The towns of Ba'dan and Yass-Waddah were opposite each other on the river. Tamaghis, located in a desolate area to the north on a small oases, could properly be called a desert town. Naufana and Ghadis were situated in mountainous areas to the west and south beyond the perimeter of usual trade routes between the other cities.

In addition to the six cities, there were a number of villages and nomadic tribes. Food was plentiful and for a time the population was completely stable: no one was born unless someone died.

The inhabitants were divided into an elite minority known as the Transmigrants and a majority known as the Receptacles. Within these categories were a number of occupational and specialized strata and the two classes were not in practice separate: Transmigrants acted as Receptacles and Receptacles became Transmigrants.

To show the system in operation: Here in an old transmigrant on his deathbed. He has selected his future Receptacle parents, who are summoned to the death chamber. The parents then copulate, achieving orgasm just as the old Transmigrant dies so that his spirit enters the womb to be reborn. Every Transmigrant carries with him at all times a list of alternative parents, and in case of accident, violence, or sudden illness, the nearest parents are rushed to the scene. However, there was at first little chance of random or unexpected deaths since the Council of Transmigrants in Waghdas had attained such skill in the art of prophecy that they were able to chart a life from birth to death and determine in most cases the exact time and manner of death.

Many Transmigrants preferred not to wait for the infirmities of age and the ravages of illness, lest their spirit be so weakened as to be overwhelmed and absorbed by the Receptacle child. These hardy Transmigrants, in their full vigor of maturity, after rigorous training in concentration and astral projection, would select two death guides to kill them in front of the copulating parents. The methods of death most commonly employed were hanging and strangulation, the Transmigrant dying in orgasm, which was considered the most reliable method of ensuring a successful transfer. Drugs were also developed, large doses of which occasioned death in erotic convulsions, smaller doses being used to enhance sexual pleasure. And these drugs were often used in conjunction with other forms of death.

In time, death by natural causes became a rare and rather discreditable occurrence as the age for transmigration dropped. The Eternal Youths, a Transmigrant sect, were hanged at the age of eighteen to spare themselves the coarsening experience of middle age and the deterioration of senescence, living their youth again and again.

Two factors undermined the stability of this system. The first was perfection of techniques for artificial insemination. Whereas the traditional practice called for one death and one rebirth, now hundreds of women could be impregnated from a single sperm collection, and territorially oriented Transmigrants could populate whole areas with their progeny. There were sullen mutters of revolt from the Receptacles, especially the women. At this point, another factor totally unforeseen was introduced.

In the thinly populated desert area north of Tamaghis a portentous event occurred. Some say it was a meteor that fell to earth leaving a crater twenty miles across. Others say that the crater was caused by what modern physicists call a black hole.

The women, led by an albino mutant known as the White Tigress, seized Yass-Waddah, reducing the male inhabitants to slaves, consorts, and courtiers all under sentence of death that could be carried out at any time at the caprice of the White TIgress. The Council in Waghdas countered by developing a method of growing babies in excised wombs, the wombs being supplied by vagrant Womb Snatchers. This practice aggravated the differences between the male and female factions and war with Yass-Waddah seemed unavoidable.

In Naufana, a method was found to transfer the spirit directly into an adolescent Receptacle, thus averting the awkward and vulnerable period of infancy. This practice required a rigorous period of preparation and training to achieve a harmonious blending of the two spirits in one body. These Transmigrants, combining the freshness and vitality of youth with the wisdom of many lifetimes, were expected to form an army of liberation to free Yass-Waddah. And there were adepts who could die at will without any need of drugs or executioners and project their spirit into a chosen Receptacle.

I have mentioned hanging, strangulation, and orgasm drugs as the commonest means of effecting the transfer. However, many other forms of death were employed. The Fire Boys were burned to death in the presence of the Receptacles, only the genitals being insulated, so that the practitioner could achieve orgasm in the moment of death. There is an interesting account by a Fire Boy who recalled his experience after transmigrating in this manner:

"At the flames closed round my body, I inhaled deeply, drawing fire into my lungs, and screamed out flames as the most horrible pain turned to the most exquisite pleasure and I was ejaculating in an adolescent Receptacle who was being sodomized by another."

Others were stabbed, decapitated, disemboweled, shot with arrows, or killed by a blow on the head. Some threw themselves from cliffs, landing in front of the copulating Receptacles.

The scientists at Waghdas were developing a machine that could directly transfer the electromagnetic field of one body to another. In Ghadis there were adepts who were able to leave their bodies before death and occupy a series of hosts. How far this research may have gone will never be known. It was a time of great disorder and chaos.

The effects of the Red Night on Receptacles and Transmigrants proved to be incalculable and many strange mutants arose as a series of plagues devastated the cities. It is this period of war and pestilence that is covered by the books. The Council had set out to produce a race of supermen for the exploration of space. They produced instead races of ravening idiot vampires.

Finally, the cities were abandoned and the survivors fled in all directions, carrying the plagues with them. Some of these migrants cross the Bering Strait into the New World, taking the books with them. They settled in the area later occupied by the Mayans and the books eventually fell into the hands of the Mayan priests.

The alert student of this noble experiment will perceive that death was regarded as equivalent not to birth by to conception and go on to infer that conception is the basic trauma. In the moment of death, the dying man's whole life may flash in front of his eyes back to conception. In the moment of conception, his future life flashes forward to his future death. To reexperience conception is fatal.

This was the basic error of the Transmigrants: you do not get beyond death and conception by reexperience any more than you get beyond heroin by ingesting larger and larger doses. The Transmigrants were quite literally addicted to death and the needed more and more death to kill the pain of conception. They were buying parasitic life with a promissory death note to be paid at a prearranged time. The Transmigrants then imposed these terms on the host child to ensure his future transmigration. There was a basic conflict of interest between host child and Transmigrant. So the Transmigrants reduced the Receptacle class to a condition of virtual idiocy. Otherwise they would have reneged on a bargain from which they stood to gain nothing but death. The books are flagrant falsifications. And some of these basis lies are still current.

"Nothing is true. Everything is permitted." THe last words of Hassan i Sabbah, Old Man of the Mountain.

"Tamaghis ... Ba'dan ... Yass-Waddah ... Waghdas ... Naufana ... Ghadis."

It is said that an initiate who wishes to know the answer to any question need only repeat these words as he falls asleep and the answer will come in a dream.

Tamaghis: This is the open city of contending partisans where advantage shifts from moment to moment in a desperate biological war. Here everything is as true as you think it is and everything you can get away with is permitted.

Ba'dan: This city is given over to competitive games and commerce. Ba'dan closely resembles present-day America with a precarious moneyed elite, a large disaffected middle class and an equally large segment of criminals and outlaws. Unstable, explosive, and swept by whirlwind riots. Everything is true and everything is permitted.

Yass-Waddah: This city is the female stronghold where the Countess de Gulpa, the Countess de Vile, and the Council of the Selected plot a final subjugation of the other cities. Every shade of sexual transition is represented: boys with girls' heads, girls with boys' heads. Here everything is true and nothing is permitted except to the permitters.

Waghdas: This is the university city, the center of learning, where all questions are answered in terms of what can be expressed and understood. Complete permission derives from complete understanding.

Naufana and Ghadis arjavascript:void(0)e the cities of illusion where nothing is true and therefore everything is permitted.

The traveler must start in Tamaghis and make his way through the other cities in the order named. This pilgrimage may take many lifetimes.

Friday, October 8, 2010


Sopivasta materiaalista valmistetut, yleensä kireät housut, voivat painua häpyrakoon, jolloin häpyhuulet ja häpyrako erottuvat vaatteen läpi. Ilmiötä kutsutaan cameltoeksi, cameltoe tarkoittaa kamelin varvasta. Kamelin varvas muistuttaa muotoa, jonka häpyrakoon painunut vaate ja esiintyöntyvät häpyhuulet aiheuttavat. Cameltoesta käytetään myös termiä "hilloviiva".

Tuesday, September 28, 2010

Have you ever heard of Sex/Vid?

This picture says all I need to know:

Wednesday, September 1, 2010

Tuesday, August 31, 2010

New Dream

Dreamt last night that me and some others ended up "back in time".
It was 1967, or maybe earlier and hipper. I was excited, because it was an opportunity for me to really put my knowledge of history to good use (ie, to my benefit). There was a group of us that went back in time, people I knew, but didn't, y'know?
I remember hassling, in the lightest sense of the word, some dude about weed, or liquor, only to have him reply that he was in to this new drug, LSD. So naturally I tried to suss out some of that instead.
There was another dude, doing other things, and I don't remember.
There was a woman who came back, and made the mistake of falling in love, and getting knocked up.
For some reason I have an image of a sunny day, on a golf course. Otherwise it's all hanging out inside with dim lights, like a smoking den, all orange and auburn.
I'm not convinced that this didn't really happen in some capacity.

Thursday, July 29, 2010

Dreams July 28/29

had a dream last night at my parents place, had to leave to go somewhere but I kept postponing it, looking for the right coat that I knew existed in their house, somewhere, my mom told me that if it did exist, it'd only be a zellers coat later I'm in the bath, hanging out with someone who is like heather crossed with corinne w/ alanas sexuality, For some reason I've convinced myself that it's not cheating if I get a blowjob, or if I have sex with these particular people. *shrug* it made sense at the time. and nik7 is there, we're talking about touring the states, someone says something about my library, and i'm all like, "what??" then I wake up.

Thursday, July 8, 2010

Saturday, April 8, 1962

Saturday, April 8, 1962 In our conversations, don Juan consistently used or referred to the phrase "man of knowledge," but never explained what he meant by it. I asked him about it.
"A man of knowledge is one who has followed truthfully the hardships of learning," he said. "A man who has, without rushing or without faltering, gone as far as he can in unraveling the secrets of power and knowledge."
"Can anyone be a man of knowledge?"
"No, not anyone."
"Then what must a man do to become a man of knowledge?"
"He must challenge and defeat his four natural enemies."
"Will he be a man of knowledge after defeating these four enemies?"
"Yes. A man can call himself a man of knowledge only if he is capable of defeating all four of them."
"Then, can anybody who defeats these enemies be a man of knowledge?"
"Anybody who defeats them becomes a man of knowledge."
"But are there any special requirements a man must fulfill before fighting with these enemies?"
"No. Anyone can try to become a man of knowledge; very few men actually succeed, but that is only natural. The enemies a man encounters on the path of learning to become a man of knowledge are truly formidable; most men succumb to them."
"What kind of enemies are they, don Juan?"
He refused to talk about the enemies. He said it would be a long time before the subject would make any sense to me. I tried to keep the topic alive and asked him if he thought I could become a man of knowledge. He said no man could possibly tell that for sure. But I insisted on knowing if there were any clues he could use to determine whether or not I had a chance of becoming a man of knowledge. He said it would depend on my battle against the four enemies—whether I could defeat them or would be defeated by them—but it was impossible to foretell the outcome of that fight.
I asked him if he could use witchcraft or divination to see the outcome of the battle. He flatly stated that the results of the struggle could not be foreseen by any means, because becoming a man of knowledge was a temporary thing. When I asked him to explain that point, he replied:
"To be a man of knowledge has no permanence. One is never a man of knowledge, not really. Rather, one becomes a man of knowledge for a very brief instant, after defeating the four natural enemies."
"You must tell me, don Juan, what kind of enemies they are." He did not answer. I insisted again, but he dropped the subject and started to talk about something else.

Saturday, May 22, 2010

God is Love: An important message


La loi de Zipf

The following 106 words make up 50% of all French text:

a, à, ai, alors, après, as, au, aussi, aux, avait, avec, bien, ça, ce (c'), cette, comme, dans, de (d'), des, deux, dire, dit, dont, du, elle, en, encore, entre, es, est, et, était, été, faire, fait, fois, homme, ici, il, ils, jamais, je (j'), jour, la (l'), là, le (l'), les, leurs, lui, ma, main, mais, me (m'), même, mes, moi, mon, ne (n'), non, nous, on, ou, où, oui, par, pas, peu, peux, plus, pour, puis, quand, que (qu'), qui, quoi, rien, se (s'), sa, sais, sans, ses, si, son, sous, suis, sur, te (t'), temps, tête, toi, toujours, tous, tout, très, trop, tu, un, une, va, vais, vers, veux, vie, vous, y, yeux.[1]


Sunday, May 9, 2010

The Hat

The first occasion on which the Quaker's hat came publicly and officially into trouble was at the Launceston Assizes in the year 1656, before no less a person than Chief-Justice Glynn. "When we were brought into the court," says Fox, "we stood a pretty while with our hats on, and all was quiet, and I was moved to say, 'Peace be amongst you!' 'Why do you not put your hats off?' said the judge to us. We said nothing. 'Put off your hats,' said the judge again. Still we said nothing. Then said the judge, 'The court commands you to put off your hats.'" George Fox, with amazing simplicity, asked for some Scriptural instances of any magistrate commanding prisoners to put off their hats. He next asked to be shown, "either printed or written, any law of England that did command such a thing." Then the judge grew very angry, and said, "I do not carry my law-books on my back." "But," said Fox, "tell me where it is printed in any statute-book, that I may read it." The chief-justice cried out "Prevaricator!" and ordered the Quakers to be taken away. When they were brought before him again, the chief-justice asked Fox whether hats were mentioned at all in the Bible? "Yes," said the Quaker, "in the third of Daniel, where thou mayst read that the children were cast into the fiery furnace by Nebuchadnezzar's command with their coats, their hose, and their hats on!" Here was a proof that even a heathen king allowed men to wear hats in his presence. "This plain instance stopped him," says Fox. "So he cried again, 'Take them away, gaoler;' accordingly we were taken away, and thrust in among the thieves, where we were kept a great while." After nine weeks' imprisonment "for nothing but about their hats," as the chief-justice told them, they were again brought before him, grimly wearing the offending head-near. "Take off their hats," said the judge to the gaoler. "Which he did," says Fox, "and gave them unto us; and we put them on again. Then the judge began to make a great speech, how he represented the lord protector's person, and that he had made him lord chief justice of England." The Quakers were incorrigible.

Thursday, April 15, 2010


Wednesday, April 14, 2010

Today is Quintidi. Some notes.

    5. Each of us has a divine counterpart unfallen who can reach a hand down to us to awaken us.1 2 This other personality is the authentic waking self; the one we have now is asleep and minor.
  1. I wouldn't say "divine counterpart" rather, that we have the ability to reunite with the reality principle, despite schisms.a I would also emphasize the metaphorical nature of the dangerous magician...

    Hmm. Do you have a view on what it's a metaphor for?

    A metaphor for the difference between our gravity-inflicted liner-temporal universe, as opposed to the "universe" of the isotropic entirety?

    *looks up "isotropic"*b

    So, okay, given your physical take on this, is it possible for us to reunite with the reality principle while still alive? Or do we have to wait for the heat death of the universe before that happens?

    We have to wait 'till the death of the universe, physical reality as it is currently constituted (or observed to be, I suppose) is antithetical to the reality principle. I don't like saying "heat death of the universe", but that, I feel, is really more a difference in opinion, and attributable to differences in personal aesthetics.c

    I mean, I suppose we could reunite with the reality principle in our lifetimes, we'd just have to find a way of collapsing the universe into a singularity in order to do it (: d


    1. I'm reminded of the apparent distinction between the Christian "let God fix you" vs the Zen "you must walk the path alone", which *sound* like opposites, but which I currently feel are different ways of saying the same thing. The "grace" / "divine counterpart" thing, it seems to me, is about not worrying too hard about attaining salvation, just letting it happen on its own time, which is good advice that we express differently ("just sitting", "neither trying to think nor trying not to think", "there is no such thing as Enlightenment").

    2. "Isotropy is uniformity in all directions."

      I think of it more like "patternlessness", you could also think of it as pi,e the significance of which I think I've under-appreciated, yet at present I don't feel like I have the tools at my disposal to remedy that.

      Have you seen the movie of the same name?

      oh indeed

      Something's going on. It has to do with that number. There's an answer in that number.

    3. Okay, what would you call it? The singularity?

      Mm, I feel like that term is already too broadly used. Agree Actually, I'm not sure if I have a term for it, I should look in to it... I'm sure, if I have one, it's been written down in the hope hammer...


    4. Seems to me that we would very quickly cease to be alive if we did that, though :)

      "alive" in our limited, Yaldabaoth-defined sense, yes, probably.f

      Others would view it as a birth, or re-birth, if you will. I contend that none of us is truly alive until the apocalypse...

    5. o_O

      I think I had a dream recently where some guy was flipping through the pages of a book of the digits of pi, showing me how many he'd memorized.

      I'd love to have that book (:

      We can make that book! How many pages should it have?

      "practically, a physicist needs only 39 digits of Pi to make a circle the size of the observable universe accurate to one atom of hydrogen"


      Mind you, what we actually *need* is to make a circle the size of the observable universe accurate to within the Planck length...

      no doubt, aye?

      Of course, don't we have the information at hand necessary to determine just how many digits of pi we require to answer this question?

      *investigates* "The visible universe is thus a sphere with a diameter of about 28 billion parsecs (about 93 billion light-years)." "78 billion light-years: This is a lower bound for the diameter of the whole Universe, based on the estimated current distance between points that we can see on opposite sides of the cosmic microwave background radiation (CMBR). If the whole Universe is smaller than this sphere, then light has had time to circumnavigate it since the big bang, producing multiple images of distant points in the CMBR, which would show up as patterns of repeating circles. Cornish et al. looked for such an effect at scales of up to 24 gigaparsecs (78 billion light years) and failed to find it..."g

      I feel like my body was so low on energy that it doesn't even have enough to digest the food I just ate, "I can't give blood 'cause of my hepatitis, but I can't afford my hepatitis medication unless I sell my blood"

      otherwise: Care to say that same thing again, but using different words? (:

      We can see things that are about 46.5 billion light years away from us (according to current theories), so that a "circle the size of the observable universe" is about 292 billion light years in circumference.

    6. Hmm! Would you agree with my intuition that from the perspective of the "isotropic entirety" there is no such thing as time, such that my original question is, in a certain sense, meaningless? h

      Yes! Indeed! In fact, because our entire existance is predicated upon, and encased within "time", it's exceedingly difficult for us human beings to comprehend the true nature of reality, and can thus only describe is impressionistically (:

    7. Conclusion: Somewhere in the neighbourhood of 63 digits

      Well then! Haven't we figured it to, like, 14,000 digits, or something?

      Lu Chao holds the current world record for *memorization* of pi at 67,890 digits. *THAT'S THE AMOUNT HE CARRIES AROUND IN HIS HEAD*i j As to the amount we've figured out: "Between 1998 and 2000, the distributed computing project PiHex used a modification of the BBP formula due to Fabrice Bellard to compute the quadrillionth (1,000,000,000,000,000:th) bit of π, which turned out to be 0."Hee

      holy jesus

      [note that that's bits, so only the *pushes buttons* 301,029,995,663,981:th decimal digit :)]k

      'Irish. This poem gives pi to seven decimal places: Níl i mata, a shaoi, eolaíocht nó feidhm. ("Wise one, mathematics has neither science nor use.")'

    8. "His name is Sanskrit, and means: All affirmations are true in some sense, false in some sense, meaningless in some sense, true and false in some sense, true and meaningless in some sense, false and meaningless in some sense, and true and false and meaningless in some sense."

    9. ... can we really distinguish between vast quantities of stored data and sufficiently efficient live computation? :)

      Uhhh... well, if he suddenly stops at 67,890, then yes; if he just gets slower and slower as he goes on until he stops bothering, then no :)

      so have we responded enough that y'all have the source material for a blog post?

      Well, I have *source material* but I'm just going to wait until the thread naturally dies... I was figuring to post the results on the same weekday of the *following* week (i.e. 15 March / 25 Ventose)

    10. Mmph. Uh... Dan, how big (in bits) would a binary representation of that float be? Floats are a complicated pain in the ass; it would be *at least* (decimal)225,525 bits, but beyond that it depends on what format you use. I only know of two standard floating-point formats, 32-bit and 64-bit, which obviously can't handle this :) Or trinary?

      (decimal)142,291 trits.

    11. OH. Holy shit, this guy is carrying around a 67 kb float in his brain!?

      No, that's the "quadrillionth bit" in the second paragraph I'm talking about. Chao has devoted about 27.5 KB of brainspace to pi.

  2. Reminded of this: "Plato described [the Nous] as the immortal, rational part of the soul. It is a godlike kind of thinking in which the truths of conclusions are immediately known without having to understand the preliminary premises."

  3. We are in fact asleep, and in the hands of a dangerous magician disguised as a good god, the deranged creator deity. The bleakness, the evil and pain in this world, the fact that it is a deterministic prison3 controlled by the demented creator causes us willingly to split with the reality principle early in life, and so to speak willingly fall asleep in delusion.
  4. There was something... ah! Here! 'The Stoic ethic espouses a deterministic perspective... A Stoic of virtue... would amend his will to suit the world and remain, in the words of Epictetus, "sick and yet happy, in peril and yet happy, dying and yet happy, in exile and happy, in disgrace and happy," thus positing a "completely autonomous" individual will, and at the same time a universe that is "a rigidly deterministic single whole".'

Thursday, April 8, 2010

International Roma Day

In honour of International Roma Day.

Thursday, March 18, 2010

Comments policy

So we have spambots crawling around like ants these days. I try to leave ants alone if they're doing something cool, like carrying their fallen comrades back to the nest or dancing in a top hat or scurrying away in terror or something.


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Friday, February 12, 2010

White Night

"Harvey Milk's people do not have anything to apologize for. Now the society is going to have to deal with us not as nice little fairies who have hairdressing salons, but as people capable of violence. We're not going to put up with Dan Whites anymore."
Reporters were surprised that a public official would condone the violent acts of the previous night, expecting an apology from Britt. Subsequent attempts to find a gay leader who would give an apologetic statement proved unsuccessful. (source)

Wednesday, February 10, 2010


So how about it, do you think he's taking a monster shit, or getting a facial? (half-points if you think it's both)

Wednesday, January 27, 2010


It's like punching the fucking ocean, hoping for a TKO, well guess what liberals, YOU CAN'T PUNCH THE FUCKING OCEAN!

Tuesday, January 26, 2010

Ripping off Láadan

As an experiment, I have for the past while (in private conversations with fellow Qadutu...ers... Qadutuans? Qadutoons? CULTISTS) been trying to end my sentences with "evidentials", little particles that indicate how I know what I claim to know. The ones I've been using thus far are almost entirely based on Láadan, 'cept (1) I simplified slightly and (2) per umu's suggestion, I have dropped the actual Láadan words in favour of acronyms for English phrases carrying more or less the same meaning:

Known to speaker because perceived by speaker, externally or internally

(ObViously, or, OV course!)
Known to speaker because self-evident

(oh sheesh y'all, 'Twas A Dream!)
Perceived by speaker in a dream

(So I Hear)
Second-hand information

(I Imagine)
Imagined or invented by speaker, hypothetical

(Who Knows)
Used to indicate that the speaker states a total lack of knowledge as to the validity of the matter

Friday, January 22, 2010

The Human Dilemma (2010) Redux

note: you mention your desire to "possess" that which you find beautiful. This doesn't bring you in to conflict with "our dishonest and stupid society", since these are just the type of attitudes that are espoused by our society, that we are supposed to exhibit, because they maintain our subservience to consumer capitalist society. This is the path of life, and it is a false path. Death is eternal, and to accept this is to set yourself free. In the end, we must rid ourselves of all possessions, if we are to truly achieve mental harmony ('cause in the real world, we can just keep accumulating and hoarding all we want, but it'll destroy our souls). This is the Human Dilemma (2010).

Thursday, January 21, 2010

Viva Morales!

Wednesday, January 20, 2010

The Human Dilemma (2010)

Life is the curse, but you're born to it.

Sunday, January 17, 2010


Is he strong? Listen, bud / He's got God inside his blood

Friday, January 8, 2010


I stole it from the BBC, so what?

Thursday, January 7, 2010

Barak H. Obama

Oh c'mon, you're gonna tell me this isn't the awesomest representation of Obama you've ever seen? Seriously! Future art-historians are gonna go nuts over this! I mean, c'mon, just look at it! Look at all the symbolism! I mean, I don't know what it means, but I can tell that it means it pretty hard... or whatever.

Monday, January 4, 2010


The forty laurel leaves under the lake-ice could tell a secret:
Best to keep it close to your heart, right? Don't try to sleep it
off, or turn away from the pain of the Builder's game —
even he remembered once, though now he tries not to show it.
In the moon and the moonlit snow,
the way out hides in plain sight.
Follow it down the hole.

Saturday, January 2, 2010

Maxims and minims for the wise and the foolish

  • I think that historians are talking nonsense, because they don't write their essays in Coq. — Umunmutamku
  • Whoever fights against the empire, becomes the empire. [or something along those lines] — Philip K. Dick [as told to Tezcatlipoca]
    • We’re not fighting the empire! We are the empire! Go away, or we'll smack you with this stick! — Tezcatlipoca
  • You don't have to be straight to shoot straight. — Barry Goldwater
    • Indeed, we must prevent life, which is frequently fatal. — Umunmutamku
      • There are also a number of legitimate scientific reasons for it as well (though I don't know what they are) — Tezcatlipoca
  • Instead of thinking of Scripture as a manual, I try to think of the Bible as ‘a boyfriend’. — punkrainbow
    • Your feelings are lying to you. — Jer 17:9
  • READ A BOOK, I'M SURE IT'S IN ONE OF THEM. — Tezcatlipoca
    • Books are full of bullshit and lies! — Tezcatlipoca
      • We will lie to you but we will lie to ourselves as well. You will, however, see through our lies and grasp the shining truth within. — The KLF
  • A Gnostic is by definition a knower, and since knowledge supersedes belief, a knower cannot very well be a believer. — Stephan A. Hoeller
    • talking about the great unknown is ridiculous. it’s THE GREAT UN-FUCKING-KNOWN — Anonymous
      • The enemy knows the system. — Claude Shannon

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