THE STORMGOD SPRANG UP FROM HIS WAGON

2012-01-22T10:46:00.001-07:00

I was driving my car, but controlling it remotely, like a drone car. Which made it easier to weave in and out of traffic. But then I lost sight of it, and couldn't find it. I guess it'd gone off somewhere, crashed into the woods near a police officers picnic. So, y'know, I had to go searching for my car, but without telling any of the cops, who conveniently would've been the people mostly likely to know where the car had gone. I didn't want them to know that I'd been driving recklessly, and I didn't want to fuck up the truck. Which was, like, sorta the truck, and sorta my car, but it also had Jamee's car alarm. I would periodically hit the panic button, to get a sense of where off in the distance the car was. It took a little bit of figuring out, but I did figure that the car was moving, and somebody would turn off the alarm every time I started it. Turns out it'd been found by some manner of mountain man, who was dressed up like the Yeti's from The Mighty Boosh, where the "fur" of the yeti was actually the hair of people and animals that the mountain men had scalped. I think at some point I might've found his home out in the woods, and I might've run in to his family. Last thing I recall was climbing a hill badly, to get at the built in computer interface that all hills *obviously* have. Dwaine Groth was there, I recall feeling awkwardness stemming from the conflict between his blue-collarness and my white-collarness. THought I'd since him since grade 6, but... I don't think so.

PRIDE

2011-10-28T13:56:00.002-06:00

Demolished Thoughts

2011-10-17T13:42:00.002-06:00

What with the news of the separation of Kim Gordon and Thurston Moore, I thought I'd listen through Demolished Thoughts to determine if I can find any foreshadowing.
Unfortunately that means listening to Demolished Thoughts.

This is important

2011-07-26T17:57:00.001-06:00

There was a platoon of Gurkhas fighting in in the depths of the Burmese jungle who were captured by the Japanese and put into a POW camp. One of them managed not only to escape, but also to break into the office of the Japanese commanding officer and steal a map. He made his way back to Rangoon over the next several days, and reported into HQ. The officer there asked him how he managed to find his way back. The soldier showed him the map that he had stolen and said he had used it to find his way to Rangoon. The map was a ca. 1930 map of London.

Cuthbert sez

2011-07-10T17:09:00.002-06:00

2011-04-19T17:47:00.001-06:00

NEW SINGLE FROM THE DANGEREUS!

2011-03-29T10:28:00.005-06:00

The first single from the Dangereus! (They're usually doing more long-form works)
#cuntlover b/w Labia on the Run
DO IT!

Dream Log, 16 March 2011

2011-03-16T08:28:00.000-06:00

Had a dream last night. Bryce was there, dunno why or in what capacity [probably because chicks love anal]. There was an oldish man, maybe I wanted to talk to him? He couldn't talk 'cause he was chasing after these two guys who were stealing a big red [combine harvester? I have no idea what that looks like, but in my dream that's what it was called] machine. The old man grabbed one of the guys and gave him a right hefty throw off the machine on to the ground, where he lay motionless for awhile, whilst the old man took care of the other dude. I walked up to one of them as they were on the ground. He had a little bottle of gasoline--as if they made flask sized plastic bottles you could carry around, for an emergency. He had long greasy orangish hair, and I dumped all the gasoline on him, and made motions as though I was gonna light him on fire. All I had was a Bic lighter, so it would've been more difficult. He started talking some words about how he wasn't really stealing, and it was the old man who was at fault. I don't remember very well. In the end, I decided not to light the man on fire. The last thing I remember before my alarm woke me was the long haired fellow pulling clumps of hair off his head. I think he was sad, I think he was proud of his long greasy hair. It was still long, just not as long.

LET'S LEARN FINNISH

2011-01-27T03:33:00.010-07:00

The Nokia name comes from the ancient soot marten, a small, black-furred predatory animal that lived on the banks of the Nokianvirta river ... Today the City of Nokia's coat of arms bears the likeness of this animal climbing a blue stream.

LOL ايه؟

2011-01-26T12:44:00.002-07:00

Spontaneous similtude

2011-01-20T18:15:00.002-07:00

ħkʰárwə: I am like the Lucifer of the Nazis. (Understand that for that analogy to work correctly, the Nazis have to be the army of God. I think I'm getting my point across, though... or am I just wasted? *pours more wine*)

Lord Tweedsmuir as Dickson McCunn in...

2011-01-17T17:45:00.002-07:00

The Certainty

2011-01-13T20:06:00.006-07:00

Y' heard the man...

2011-01-13T19:53:00.002-07:00

Learn every possible language (well, uh, like, MOST of them)

2011-01-08T14:38:00.007-07:00

Because spammers have managed to take over the Google search results and are asking $200 for public domain language courses, I would like to take this opportunity to point out where you can get free language-learning materials developed by the US Foreign Service Institute (i.e. State Department) for their diplomats back in the 1960s:

http://fsi-language-courses.org/

TA-DA. I'm learning Twi! And by "learning" I mean "totally thinking about learning one of these days."

Philosophia: An exchange

2010-11-26T19:25:00.001-07:00

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

Live Sex!

2010-10-29T18:45:00.003-06:00

Cities Of The Red Night

2010-10-28T11:13:00.004-06:00

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.

Cameltoe

2010-10-08T17:43:00.005-06:00

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".

Have you ever heard of Sex/Vid?

2010-09-28T17:37:00.001-06:00

This picture says all I need to know:

Queer Quota Quintidi

2010-09-01T20:59:00.003-06:00

New Dream

2010-08-31T08:50:00.002-06:00

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.

Dreams July 28/29

2010-07-29T13:23:00.002-06:00

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.

Saturday, April 8, 1962

2010-07-08T10:11:00.008-06:00

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.

2010-06-10T23:09:00.001-06:00

Helping Johnny Remember from ashleigh nankivell on Vimeo.

God is Love: An important message

2010-05-22T22:21:00.011-06:00

YOU ARE WRONG!

La loi de Zipf

2010-05-22T15:31:00.005-06:00

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]

JUST FYI.

The Hat

2010-05-09T19:32:00.005-06:00

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.

Курманбек Сали уулу Бааааааааааакиев!

2010-04-27T13:29:00.003-06:00

Detention

2010-04-15T08:46:00.000-06:00

Today is Quintidi. Some notes.

2010-04-14T19:47:00.001-06:00

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.

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

NOTHING IS IMPOSSIBLE, PEOPLE ARE JUST NAIVE

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").
"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.
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...

Huzzah!
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...
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"

o_O

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.
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 (:
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.")'
"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."
... 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)
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.
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.

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."

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.

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".'

International Roma Day

2010-04-08T09:23:00.002-06:00

In honour of International Roma Day.

Comments policy

2010-03-18T08:51:00.009-06:00

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.

NOT COOL

Anonymous said...: www.(something stupid).com

Anonymous said...: You could easily be making money online in the undercover world of [URL=http://www.www.(BALEETED).com]seo blackhat forum[/URL], Don’t feel silly if you have no clue about blackhat marketing. Blackhat marketing uses not-so-popular or misunderstood ways to generate an income online.

Ooh, sounds sexy and dangerous! NOT.
Note also the l33t use of BBCode.

COOL

甜心時刻 said...: Never put both feet in your mouth at the same time, because then you will not have a leg to stand on.............................................
Anonymous said...: На этом независимом блоге вы сможете узнать, что такое создание сателлитов, настройка Wordpess%сайт сателлит. Кроме этого вы найдете для себя еще кое-какие неизвестные секреты успеха. Окунитесь в совершенный мир, где ваши электронные деньги становятся реальностью! You are welcome! Be happy!
オテモヤン said...: オナニー
逆援助
SEX
フェラチオ
ソープ
逆援助
出張ホスト
手コキ
おっぱい
フェラチオ
中出し
セックス
デリヘル
包茎
逆援
性欲

I know even less ~~Chinese~~ Japanese than Russian, but clearly this is some awesome poetry or something. About sex. 5 STARS.

White Night

2010-02-12T13:48:00.002-07:00

"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)

SURVEY-TIMES

2010-02-10T12:21:00.004-07:00

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)

Burnstanding

2010-01-27T09:24:00.000-07:00

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

Ripping off Láadan

2010-01-26T13:20:00.006-07:00

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:

/srs
(SRSly)
Known to speaker because perceived by speaker, externally or internally

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

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

/sih
(So I Hear)
Second-hand information

/ii
(I Imagine)
Imagined or invented by speaker, hypothetical

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

Theology

2010-01-23T19:22:00.000-07:00

The Human Dilemma (2010) Redux

2010-01-22T11:07:00.001-07:00

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).

Viva Morales!

2010-01-21T09:11:00.003-07:00

The Human Dilemma (2010)

2010-01-20T13:20:00.003-07:00

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

SPIDER-MAN

2010-01-17T19:26:00.004-07:00

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

Buzkashi

2010-01-08T08:52:00.003-07:00

I stole it from the BBC, so what?

Barak H. Obama

2010-01-07T12:49:00.004-07:00

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.

Fifteen

2010-01-04T13:25:00.005-07:00

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.

Illicit Sex and Social Service

2010-01-02T14:01:00.005-07:00

LINK

AHEM

2009-12-31T23:14:00.002-07:00

Record Snowfalls...

2009-12-30T15:48:00.003-07:00

Attack!

2009-12-30T09:14:00.002-07:00

1 2 1 2 1 2 BREAK

2009-12-29T09:07:00.008-07:00

The one sits upon his throne and scoffs at debts, calling
down piss, shit, and fiery death, falling
on the dicks who dare to disagree with he.
The other brother's waiting for the powder's power to be harnessed,
bringing warmth to the hearth at last, when death is harmless.

A belated day-poem for the First

2009-12-22T13:37:00.008-07:00

Memories of barley blowing in the snowy wind
& with the five or six spirits settled down, time to begin again
track down all deniers of demented devil's details (the word of God)
excommunicate & sink them in a bog

A Christmas Gift

2009-12-22T11:48:00.001-07:00

I don't know who or what this is, but I think the sheer awesomeness is obvious to all...

Scrapbooker, Live at the Baby Seal Club

2009-12-21T09:26:00.001-07:00

Scrapbooker - Solidarity Rock @ The Baby Seal Club from The Sundial on Vimeo.

Video courteously provided by Drew McIntosh

Iran

2009-12-17T09:50:00.003-07:00

Solidarity

2009-12-15T09:48:00.004-07:00

The police flash the victory sign of the green opposition. May you one day throw off the yoke of tyranny and oppression.

This Land is Your Land

2009-12-09T13:20:00.004-07:00

"This country is a nation of thieves. It stole everything it has, beginning with black people. The U.S. cannot justify its existence as the policeman of the world any longer. I do not want to be a part of the American pie. The American pie means raping South Africa, beating Vietnam, beating South America, raping the Philippines, raping every country you’ve been in. I don’t want any of your blood money. I don’t want to be part of that system. We must question whether or not we want this country to continue being the wealthiest country in the world at the price of raping everybody else."
– Stokely Carmichael,
Honorary Prime Minister

Ten Point Program

2009-12-09T13:06:00.004-07:00

The Ten Point Program is as follows:

1. We want power to determine the destiny of our Queer and oppressed communities' education that teaches us our true history and our role in the present day society.
2. We want completely free health care for all Queer and oppressed people.
3. We want an immediate end to police brutality and murder of Queer people, and all oppressed people inside the United States.
4. We want an immediate end to all wars of aggression.
5. We want full employment for our people.
6. We want an end to the robbery by the capitalists of our Queer Community.
7. We want decent housing, fit for the shelter of human beings.
8. We want decent education for our people that exposes the true nature of this decadent American society.
9. We want freedom for all Queer and oppressed people now held in U. S. Federal, state, county, city and military prisons and jails. We want trials by a jury of peers for all persons charged with so-called crimes under the laws of this country.
10. We want land, bread, housing, education, clothing, justice, peace and people's community control of modern technology.
MILITANT QUEER NATIONALISM NOW

MILITANT QUEER NATIONALISM NOW

Herpes for Xmas

2009-12-07T21:57:00.004-07:00

"I'm gonna give you herpes for Christmas. I have herpes, and you can have it too!"

What if there was a superhero, and his only power was to make Sara Gilbert dream of people?
"You've gotta save the president!"
...and then they do save the president, but they do it through Sara Gilbert dreaming about someone and then it causes a chain reaction that somehow involves saving the president...

No End To The War: As told by Buju Banton

2009-12-06T12:53:00.006-07:00

(duly poeticized by yers truly)

I met with the faggot to declare an armistice
and to my horror, this is how they repaid
my kind gesture: when I go on tour in the United States,
seems every concert not cancelled's getting hit with the pepper spray
Look, I've been recording for 22 years... straight
Hundreds of tracks; and if it's true what the gay say,
They could prove their point in at least one other way.
Instead I tell them every year
And every year the same complaint:
"Unwrite that one song you wrote back in 88!"
Sorry, can't be done! Let the past be the past, man—
stop fucking me and go back to fucking ass, man.

Sonic Youth & Dinosaur Jr. @ Terminal 5, NYC

2009-11-30T10:10:00.006-07:00

I'd say, get yr thoughts in line regarding your experience at dinosaur jr. and sonic youth, then read the comments: For me, I knew exactly what to expect from Sonic Youth, 'cause it's not like they've changed up their live-show since the late 80s. Their schtik has always been to really rep the new album, and intersperse a few older cuts. I mean, for fucks sake, that's exactly what they did in 1987 on the Sister tour, & the subsequent live release, Hold That Tiger, only back then they didn't have 20 subsequent years of song-writing to draw upon, so the encore consisted of a blitzkrieg of Ramones covers, SY-style. So, y'know, it came as no surprise when they did that here. Otherwise, I pretty much always expect a band to harp on their newer material, as I think it should be. But for Dinosaur Jr., they managed to play pretty much all my favorites. I could've heard all of You're Living All Over Me, but it's not 1987 anymore, is it? Still, JayLouMurph played through the hits, and if anything disappointed me about their set, it was that not-everyone screamed out "'cause when I need a friend it's still you" like they used to, back in '91. But that's not the bands fault, it's the crowd, and it seems pretty retarded to blame the band for the crowd. Even still, it was awesome to see all the chillun' go nuts during Dinosaur Jr.'s set, and especially awesome seeing Thurston attack, then get attacked by, his amp. It was awesome to hear my favorite cuts from Daydream Nation and Sister.

Maxin n Relaxin With the Fathers of Modern Physics

2009-11-29T18:55:00.004-07:00

No Advertising

2009-11-27T13:08:00.004-07:00

Since we don't, y'know, advertise on this site, er, that is, we don't take money from evil people, I had to edit this advertisement. I still think it's strange though that God has a twitter account. I sure as fuck hope it ain't no fucking papist God, however.

GOING STRAIGHT FOR THE JUGULAR

2009-11-24T21:08:00.002-07:00

TRYING SOMETHING NEW: A DOCUMENT, while trying to address the totality of indefference, the quasi infractional divide. This is turbulence, while perpetually deigning to throw in a faint glimpse of reality with that bengali hospitality: EXPLORING THE UNIVERSAL MACHINE CODE IN THE TIME BEFORE THE WIND BREAKS THROUGH THE DOOR

MILITANT QUEER NATIONALISM NOW

2009-11-24T20:06:00.002-07:00

MILITANT QUEER NATIONALISM NOW "LOOK GOOD AND KILL IF YOU HAVE TO"

A Poem

2009-11-24T09:10:00.003-07:00

I am such a well-known poet these days that sometimes people I don't even know send me poetry, in hopes of getting my feedback. For some reason this one was strewn with hyperlinks, which was obviously some sort of typo* so I took them out. Other than that, I think that Ms. Alison Landy of Nicoasia, Cyprus is a remarkable poet, indeed perhaps even destined to become the Chaucer of the third millenium. Kudos!

Im at work right now, sitting in the office trying to take charge of my life.

I use Google alot whenever i dont know the answer to something and when ever im trying to find the next best thing.

And I believe this is it,

I found it
did all my research & cant wait to get home and tell my husband!

Take charge of your existence like everyone else

Leave your Lender Behind

Feel the pride of being remarkable

You can produce true dinero Constantly working
at home with google
And I believe this is it,

leave a message

Exit:
3 Athinodorou Street, 2025 Dasoupoli,
Strovolos, Nicoasia, Cyprus

* Possibly with one of those programs where you type one letter, like "y", and it translates it into something longer, like "YOUR MOM'S VAG".

Dear National Iranian American Council,

2009-11-21T16:14:00.006-07:00

Being compared to Borat is so not an insult, on account of Borat being totally awesome. In other news, Haddadi needs a bigger moustache.

Hello, my name is...

2009-11-18T10:37:00.001-07:00

...ZAZULA!

A Quote For The Day

2009-11-17T23:12:00.003-07:00

I have not come up with a poem but here, for the Day of the Turnip, is a Terry Pratchett quote:

"I see," said Moist. "But it would appear, regrettably, that by giving our friend the relaxed and hopeful attitude toward life of, not to put too fine a point on it, a turnip, you have also given him the artistic abilities of, and I have no hesitation in using the term again, a turnip."

A Poem For The Day

2009-11-16T22:35:00.003-07:00

(wherein I clarify the various significances of the days of our calendar)

Sophia, Sophia, let down your lion's mane
A cryin' shame if I'm not there to choose the Iron's name
—wait, who the fuck are you?—I fall as I reach to own it
Blinded by the light of the martyrs and the First of Paone

I found her by her singing, my mother and my lover,
Stranded in the desert sun like a mockery of John the Baptist
Gotta practice 'til I can crack and twist her mind
Install her in my kingdom beside me as the Queen of the Blind

Sun City Girls: A Collection of Live Images

2009-11-16T12:41:00.003-07:00

Scrapbooker, Live at the Baby Seal Club

2009-11-16T09:12:00.004-07:00

All photos via Dime Dancing

American Don

2009-11-13T09:10:00.009-07:00

I dunno what, but there's just something I love about this album cover. Not to mention the album itself, which is also awesome, despite the fact that Don Caballero is an instrumental band. Putting the "rock" back in "post-rock", if y' catch my drift... Don Caballero also has awesome track titles, which is easier to do when you don't have to worry about tying in a title with the lyrics.

Awesome titles include:
1. "Fire Back About Your New Baby's Sex" – 4:42
2. "The Peter Criss Jazz" – 10:35
3. "Haven't Lived Afro Pop" – 7:34
4. "You Drink a Lot of Coffee for a Teenager" – 2:41
5. "Ones All Over the Place" – 9:00
6. "I Never Liked You" – 4:59
7. "Details on How to Get ICEMAN on Your License Plate" – 5:35
8. "A Lot of People Tell Me I Have a Fake British Accent" – 5:23
9. "Let's Face It Pal, You Didn't Need That Eye Surgery" – 5:09

Six Degrees

2009-11-03T08:54:00.006-07:00

So this is all the work of independent research. Last night I watched Samuel Fuller's White Dog, which was based on a story written by Romain Gary, who was married to Jean Seberg, the star of À bout de souffle (Breathless), which was directed by Jean-Luc Godard, who also directed Pierrot Le Fou, which featured a cameo from Samuel Fuller

Hey look!

2009-10-29T09:14:00.001-06:00

It was Metallica!

Scrapbooker, Live at New City

2009-10-19T10:17:00.007-06:00

All photos courtesty of Travis Graphics.

Gentlemen, we have the technology

2009-10-13T08:40:00.001-06:00

<umunmutamku> What I visualize happening is: you undergo a surgical procedure where a lengthy needle is shoved into your brain through your nasal cavity, and we lay the patch into some part of the brain implicated in speech perception. The patch then begins to send out activation patterns which encode sentences in Lojban. The encoding can be totally arbitrary —we already know that the extraction algorithm can take any given activation pattern and abstract its linguistic content if it can converge on a grammar adequate to represent it. The patient presumably has seizures and hallucinates for a few weeks, but eventually the stimulus will take on the quality of a sixth sense, a means of beaming information directly into the brain.

Scrapbooker

2009-10-05T15:31:00.004-06:00

An image created, special, just for us here (and you there) of Qadutu. (and if yr saying to yrself "Hey, humans don't come in that colour!" then my answer for you is: I DON'T KNOW WHY!)

GET DRUNK AND HIGH AND WRITE SHIT ON A PAGE

2009-10-01T21:31:00.012-06:00

GET DRUNK AND HIGH AND WRITE SHIT ON A PAGE
And don't pay any mind if they say it's craz-
y, just blurt out that shit; you'll prove it's legit
like a newborn baby suckling yr pot-tits,
but if it's legit, that don't make it legal
whipping it out like an unlicenced Eagle
(no, not the bird, you nerd, I mean a gat)
as if you couldn't tell by the rat-a-tat-tat,
and the bullets, like mace, burning holes in yr face
just a second -- I need to call an ambulance to lace
up the body bag. Your blood is *ruining* my shag
but thems the breaks for you gankin' my skag,
so don't worry 'bout yr shorty, I treat bitches right
-- especially when they stitch they britches tight
and snug against the skin like they made o Spandex
gettin' hard like the horns of a nubian ibex,
so I puncture both you 'n yr shorty for fun,
the one with my dick, the other with my gun,
and when I pop one, the blood spots and cum drop
's wont stop this glock murderin' yr hip-hop,
'cause yr flow, like yr body, be soft & be weak
Mine's raw, so speak not, you lost a week
sitting stunned -- by my lyrical brilliance
while yr crew's in the alley gettin' raped by my minions,
that's right faggot, I've got an army to boot
and it's into sick sex, sticks teks up your poop chute
pull the trigger, impale, exploding yr brain
'n I'm saying that's the moment when everyone came
all over yr corpse, 'n up in yr guts
Dry freeze your ass like we're Jabba the Hutt
Yes, step to us and get your wig pushed back

[Ending 1:]
'n pulled out yr home like you's in Iraq,
so we'll cut off yr dick 'n leave yr body in the street
For the pigs and the pagans, like non-Halal meat
Rhymes like Abu Ghraib, putting chumps in heaps
of skin and bones, pulling up in Jeeps
with hos and sneaks: Hello, pleased to meet
Ain't let me sleep since I hit it last week
Balls up my sleeve, call me "Crypto-Orchid"
Lying on the bed like a tongue that's forkèd
commenced to pork it like every night
But I got needs; like, one bitch? That ain't right
S'all good for you fags, but the Umu has plans
Suck up and down a long list of mans
suntans, black, white, red, yellow, cut, uncut
Get in to win, yo: get in my butt.

[Ending 2:]
taste slaps 'n' blats from our gats, you sad sack
o' wackness. Best reload & rewrite your rhymes
Not even cobras would bite your rhymes
Ring up your mans, maybe ask for some tips
Slipstreams in time, parallel, don't trip
I run the waters together, the river flows out to meet
Emergent rhythms crystallize from the beat
We don't write hits, we write Number Stations
Punch your face in, you're still in elation
'cause you suck, you know it; your lines are dry
while our towers of pop-tops reach up to the sky.

2009-10-01T21:27:00.002-06:00

<umu> I LEAVE THE TASK OF POSTING IT TO YOU, too busy "punishing the prisoner"

Via Umu, who inexplicably sent this to his follow authors, but not to you(s), dear reader(s)

2009-09-28T19:26:00.001-06:00

True Story والله

2009-09-26T23:33:00.004-06:00

<tezcatlipoca> Ahh Griz, you're wonderful (:

<grisom> Wanna inspect me for fecal matter later? :)

<tezcatlipoca> Later Grisom, later. (:

I mean, I know my cock is fucking huge (ever since I had an elephant cock grafted over top of my own) but I don't think it'll quite reach across the 10 blocks or so that separate us right now (:

<grisom> I didn't know that (about the elephant cock)

Luckily my anus is already well stretched from all that time fucking Umunmutamku, horses.

<tezcatlipoca> Yeah (about the elephant cock)

As I explained to Sean & Noel, the doctors were all like "this is stupid! You'll have no feeling!" and I don't, it's kinda like I'm wearing a huge leathery sock over my cock, and unless you stimulate only the very base of my cock, nothing happens.

I think I might've been drunk & high when I insisted on the procedure...

<grisom> So you're pretty much required to put it *allllll* the way in then :)

<tezcatlipoca> well, I would be, 'cept it's not really possible, 'cause of how they did the surgery...

<grisom> ? Do tell...

<tezcatlipoca> (truth is, I'm not quite sure what you were talking about)

but since there's no way that I could provide the blood necessary to make my elephant cock fully erect, they basically put a steel rod through it...

<grisom> I was saying that since you only have feeling at the base, you will have to insert your modified cock "up to the hilt", as it were

<tezcatlipoca> Ahh, yes indeed. Unfortunately that usually results in death or, at best, severe internal trauma for everyone who isn't an elephant, so sad to say, sex is rather unfulfilling these days. (but y'know what is fulfilling? Talking about my huge elephant cock (: )

<grisom> Well, as far as *our* plans for tonight go: You know how that Mirin Dajo guy had these like corridors of scar tissue through his body so you could stick a sword all the way through without hurting him? Yeah.

<tezcatlipoca> I don't know that Mirin Dajo guy,

but if yr saying what I think yr saying, I'm gonna be "giving you yr nutrients" as it were...

I'll have Jamee send you a picture of what I mean...

Iran

2009-09-18T14:04:00.002-06:00

on a side note: is it just me, or do Iranians generally look totally awesome in sunglasses? You'd think they invented them, or something....

Russian Realist Art

2009-09-18T09:53:00.001-06:00

I've been starring at this picture all week, since I've made it my desktop image. I love it, every day I notice some new face in the crowd.

okay

2009-09-17T13:04:00.002-06:00

I swear, this picture was just so awesome there was no way I couldn't post it...

smile

2009-09-17T12:53:00.003-06:00

I gotta wonder if that smile is as recognizable as I think it is...

Y'know

2009-09-17T11:13:00.001-06:00

shit ain't been happening much on here lately. We're all to blame. Some of us more than others. Whatever, it's MAGICK bitches!. Anyway, so today I tried running through tumblr to see if I could find some awesome image to post, or something. Unfortunately I'm at work, and there are just too many tits and vaginas on tumblr for me to ever really feel comfortable tumbling at work. SO I LEAVE YOU WITH NOTHING

No Shit...

2009-09-08T12:20:00.005-06:00

...John Wayne stars as Genghis Khan Temujin in "The Conqueror". Without having seen it, I think this movie needs to be remade. The question is, who could we cast in the title role that would be equally inappropriate?

ooh ooh ooh Kenya ooh

2009-09-03T09:06:00.003-06:00

A traditional Kenyan dancer waits to take part in celebrations in Tripoli marking 40 years since the military coup which brought Libyas Muammar Gaddafi to power

The Kennedys

2009-08-26T08:29:00.002-06:00

everything's fucked: get drunk, and get style, and get guns

Edmonton, Aug 16/09

2009-08-24T08:36:00.002-06:00

2009-08-15T15:01:00.005-06:00

IMMANENTIZING THE ESCHATON

2009-08-14T14:17:00.002-06:00

The action of sneezing as captured on film.

2009-08-11T10:01:00.001-06:00

Onomatopoeia
Some common English onomatopoeias for the sneeze sound are achoo, atchoo, achew, and atishoo, with the first syllable corresponding to the sudden intake of air, and the second to the sound of the sneeze.

A similar linguistic approach has been taken with several other languages; in French, the sound "Atchoum!" is used; in Finnish "Atsiuh!"; in Icelandic "Atsjú!"; in Norwegian "Atsjo!"; in Swedish "Atjo"; in Danish "Atju!"; in Dutch "Hatsjoe!" or "Hatsjie!"; in Hebrew and Lithuanian "Apchi!"; in German "Hatschie!"; in Estonian "Atsihh!" and "Aptsihh!"; in Hungarian "Hapci!" and "Hapcik!"; in Polish, "Apsik!"; in Russian , "Apchkhi!"; in Turkish, "Hapşu!"; in Italian, "Etciù!"; in Spanish "¡Achís!"; in Portuguese, "Atchim!"; in Romanian "Hapciu!" ; in Malayalam "Thummal"; in Filipino "Hatsing!"; in Japanese, "Hakushon!"; in Tamil, "Thummal"; in Telugu, "Akshi"; in Korean, "Achee!" and in Vietnamese, "Hát-xì!!". In Cypriot Greek, the word is "Apshoo!", incidentally also the name of a village, which is the cause of much mirth locally.

In Howards End, by E.M. Forster, a sneeze in polite society is "A-tissue" - a literary allusion to its respective remedy.

Para-sagittal MRI of the head

2009-08-06T14:53:00.000-06:00

Para-sagittal MRI of the head

Lesser Banishing Ritual of the Fucking Awesome

2009-08-01T21:04:00.008-06:00

I stumbled across this a long time ago, when the Internet was young and fresh, and have lately been bemoaning the fact that I haven't been able to find it again. Through the power of Google and this kind soul it has now been recovered!

A computer ritual, suitable to do before undertaking a complex programming task, debugging or connecting to Internet. Instead of a dagger, a calculator can be used, and a computer or terminal should be used as an altar.

Draw the CompSci Cross:

Stand before the altar. Point above the head and intone: "To Thee:". Visualise a shining light above you, sending down a perfect line of light.

Point to the floor and intone: "The Data". The line continues down, and develops regular markings.

Point to the right and intone: "The Code". A shining line extends to the right.

Point to the left and intone: "The Communications". The line extends to the left, and develops regular markings.

Cross the hands and intone: "For Ever. Amen". A line appears perpendicular to the others. Together they form a co-ordinate system with you in origin, dividing space into a faint green grid.

Drawing the Digrams:

Go to the east and draw a horizontal digram (a line) from left to right and intone: "von Neumann". Draw a shining line straight south and then west, forming a corner (aligned with the co-ordinate system).

Go to the south and draw a vertical digram upwards and intone: "Turing". Continue the line west and north.

Go to the west and draw a vertical digram downwards and intone: "Ada Lovelace". Continue the line north and east.

Go to the north and draw a horizontal digram from right to left and intone: "Babbage". Continue the line east and south, so that it forms an unbroken square around the temple. Visualise how it projects two copies, one on the floor and one in the air, so that the space enclosed is a perfect cube. Two other squares, perpendicular to the first appear and interlock to form a strong cube with each face divided into four squares, alternating black and white (total 24 squares, which correspond to the 24 permutations of Tetragrammaton)

The Invocation of the 2^2 Archangels:

Stand in origin, with your arms extended.

In the East, visualise Raphael standing, holding a LISP expression and surrounded by dancing code. Say: "Before me: Raphael!"

In the West, visualise Gabriel standing, holding a string of ones and zeros and surrounded by flowing data and graphics. Say: "Behind me Gabriel!".

In the South, visualise Michael standing, holding a debugger window and surrounded by multicoloured messages. Say: "To my right Michael!".

In the North, visualise Uriel standing, holding a binary tree and surrounded by arrays. Say "To my left Uriel!".

Intone: "Around me flames the ones and zeros, and in the column shines the byte!" Visualise how the lines flare up, and you stand inside a pillar of eight bits quickly counting up from 0 to 255.

Repeat the CompSci cross.

BITING SOME RHYMES

2009-07-28T14:08:00.003-06:00

TERRORIST COUNTRIES ARE ATTACKING THE INTERNET

2009-07-21T13:15:00.001-06:00

This isn't foot dragging,this is being attacked by actual terrorist countries.The law says that only certain kinds of files can be used or transmitted on the Internet during web surfing.If all non authorized files were to be blocked that would be a perfect firewall.I think that both the United Nations and George press the attack button every day.

spotted @ UCB

2009-07-18T16:17:00.001-06:00

2009-07-17T10:01:00.001-06:00

THIS IS WHAT I WANT MY PRIME MINISTER PORTRAIT TO LOOK LIKE

SEE BECAUSE I'LL BE WEARING A CROWN THAT LOOKS LIKE THIS ALL THE TIME

26 Messidor, The Gateway To Hell

2009-07-14T13:46:00.001-06:00

THE STORMGOD SPRANG UP FROM HIS WAGON

PRIDE

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GET DRUNK AND HIGH AND WRITE SHIT ON A PAGE

Via Umu, who inexplicably sent this to his follow authors, but not to you(s), dear reader(s)

True Story والله

AHEM