NOTHING ISn't NOTHING

REALly

2012-01-04T11:57:00.001-08:00

And in the news we've got Senator Rick Santorum

Or pictures. Of Santorum.

...So all the city was burning...

2011-12-12T12:36:00.004-08:00

...and we watched it on TV. except that TV is obsolete. Nobody watches a screen in the same room as someone else anymore. They each have their own phone with a screen each in its own room. And if it was a video game or real life it didn't really matter. the only games we bother to play are the nihilistic ones.

I really like the music of crystal castles.

bombing cities by robot drone is a great idea for economies of scale. but the problem is people get computer viruses on their robot drone computer bombers. it mostly comes from unencrypted USB sticks that are left on trains by communist nazi terrorists who want to infect you with a satanic excel spreadsheet virus. You must buy the update of Norton Anti-virus every month more $39 and also get AVG on alternating months. Have those two pieces of software fight each other. this is darwinian evolution and we need it. they your computer will survive because it is the "fittest" and you can go on safely using it to remotely detonate predator sting wasp bandit USA brand drone bombers. The one Iran got was a fake. I have first hand proof (I was the real hacker behind it and I work for the CIA front which is actually called wikileaks and we have our very own South Park episode so that means you shouldn't share music with your friends on the internet.)

London Malls burned. But there was no tiger on the social network and they didn't torch nearly as many cars as the efficient muslim french youth

Drive your car to the Xmas tree lot to declare war on the founding fathers lack of Xmas tree decorations on the Colbert Reporte card SuperPAC

the clearcut pinebettle windfall profits

watching the fading. (everything go by)

2011-08-07T00:53:00.005-07:00

On the highway tonight there's no reason to...SADNESS IS WAITING TO HAPPEN.

There are a lot of machine tools on Craigslist but most are in the states only.
so I don't think the turtle toy is what you need. But, then again. You are the mother. Not me.
I don't want to have to go there. Also many in the suburbs. I don't want to go there. Also many are so big. I don't want to lift them. A radius cutter is a good tool to get but I need a lathe first. First I have to have space for it. First I need to build a shelf to make some space. I need a floor standing drill press first. I don't want to buy from busybee. Cuz they suck. But Grizzly sucks too. I have to phone the foreign orders dept just to complete the internet order. So lame. Maybe I should give Busybee another try? But they just lost track of my entire order and don't care. We sense your eyes were closing!the brake lights are really quite lovely. thousands of souls all stopping together. uh huh. there's no reason to cry out your eyes. People like us, not sure where they are going.
Cherry hardwood is my favourite type of hardwood that is local.And today I was fixing the fucking door again and I ran out of time again. I'm busy now. And I'm making money. But only because i don't pay rent - anywhere. I can't really make it. You can. Your name is trouble. You turn the screws. My first names a mess. I'm here to confess. I won't hold my breath.

CRYOUTYOUREYES-U2.

L S U R. LL E SS U R. L E S U R. LL E S U R. LLL E SSS U R uq. spam. sevilievs. elvis. 1990 was a long time ago. SPM. potatoe many. flagrant high school yearbook pants. only not LESSUr.
Every 10 year old enemy soldier thinks falling bombs are shooting stars sometimes. Hesitations always mine. Drop me a line. Say you've been with me this whole time.
Let me hold you I won't hold my breath. I will burn to death. Automatic.

jessica said I'm standing on this corner and can't get their attention.Is there really such a thing as the old world? >>> The CEEHS is spreading. One egg so far. Only. M
LadyTRON. Or celebrate you. If you freeze tommow, come back lucky. We sense your eyes were closing.

Clutch my stack of paper.

This is not spam. This is a real blog written by a man. A man who is/isnot/isn't crazy. (anymore/ornot)

I don't know what I should do with my hands when I talk to you. And you don't know where to look, so you look at my hands. I am your pamphleteer. Actually no. I didn't write that song. And I won't hand out your papers. Unless you PAY me. Because I get money now instead of sleep.

My next communique:

Is there anybody out there? That use to by my favourite song. But now I like how The Weakerthans and Stars and others talk about people who might one day imagine themselves erecting barricades in the streets. But nowadays I don't even make it to Critical Mass. Even though I am it's leader.

Still.

Or not.

The laptop batteries wear out. Especially if you use them when blugged in as I do. I blug by blug into the wall blug. I un blug my nose with my hankerchied. A 3 year old knows of no way to clean the nostril of the baby.

We are not giong too say how mnay pleope are rineadg tihs rhgit now. Fwrroad tihs to yuor gdarmna on fbcooeak

#9 actually 1/137 is the magic number.

the boxed god

2010-08-09T01:56:00.002-07:00

why does open source software matter?

If you could put all the songs ever sung and all the words ever spoke into a little box that you have to stare at and watch the rows of tiny lights blink to get them out would you want the lights to blink because of someone trying to trick you into spending more money or would you think it important for that knowledge to be free like the apple after bitten by the eve genius. Do you want to go back to the garden and have that knowledge locked up. If you network the boxes will pandora make you some apple cake with cloves in it, mother dear?

All the pictures ever taken. All the books ever read. We are no there quite yet, but easily one can amass more songs on an HDD than one could conceivably listen to ever. All of our culture distilled into a tiny box?

God isn't just dead. The idea of an omnipotent god has not just been supplanted by the all powerful self. There is no more idea of god left because we can do anything and it ain't enough. Our miracles bore us. We would rather sit alone and stare into the sun, the source of all life and warmth. We come from the sun but we do not weep when it sets. Just keep spinning your wheels, just keep opening those eyelids. After the mall the sleep routine fell apart.

I stay up late to read the computer words and distract myself in the illusion of self control just like you do.

Is addiction still defined as such if EVERYONE is doing it? Can the new normal behavior be normally healthy even if it is a trap? Does a tree fall inside your hard drive when you don't remember to watch all the movies you downloaded. you can instantly watch the beginning and end of the story and every point in betweeeeee! Weeee! Wooo! pause. Zoom in. scroll down and to the right. trim and copy. change the colour saturation the ghost of the erased figure in the video photochops the rest.

XXX OOO

firefuck

2010-06-09T18:12:00.007-07:00

This is a PNG with a transparent background. The Background was originally #F1E263 so it may need some of that yellow to look better, it looks decent on white I think, black not so much:

This is from the linked comic by swb at popstrip.com

puppies with cancer need saving

2010-05-08T00:08:00.004-07:00

drop it.

OK here is the plan.

What we do is collect a bunch of computers for our charity marathon. Then we run. We run with those computers for charity. The more we run and the more computers we run with the more money we raise for the cancer puppies. We tape the computers to our bodies and run. We get the streets closed. We get the streets opened up for our run. Then we run. I'm not a good runner. But I will do it to save the puppies with cancer. That is why we run. tape and computers.

LHTAB

Don't you rememebre. Do you want it like this?

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Save the false creek whales. We will have a dance blog twitter twister flash mob event. Watch the youtube video for practice. We will dance to buy nets. Keep them in false creek to save the whales and then put them up in the sky. Then we will pay our conchord pacific property tax. In Stanley Park. The ecological assesment. Swim in lost lagoon. For baby cancer. TRhe house the marble slab in the kitchen is very fklat. I want more steel. I can bend your tube, baby.
The un disputed king of music. Grab my knees.

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I'm a goinna gett an android web pohone from the WIND companuy based in EGYPT, PA. Earth. Phone. Home.

100 posts in the parking lot time for the big

2010-05-07T23:09:00.008-07:00

don't forget to the modafuxo. pop it.

There are 16 lathes in one room. And this lathe is begger, I turn your whole wooden house in one piece. Suck it, my neck my pussy and my crack.

Yep, drink. Dring and download TV shows. Sit alone with your netbook in a room full of wires and the music lound. Eat fried chicken and inore the phone until it is too late to phone anyone. And drink water from the fizzy water machine because we are poor and desperate for time and alonely.

What I was talking about was winning the lottery. That is what I want to do. I want to have lots of money and be unfettered by problems in life, That is my original thought. Maybe if I pick the magic numbers then I will be OK. Then I can hire people to do the work that I don't want to do because I am too tired. And I can eact chicken all day. With Wallace Shawn because I love his nasal voice and he is a clever geek of a character.

Why not after all, forget the problems of Capitalism. Remember to throw all that money in the air. Because after all you got it for the non-stop party. People need ideas and I have them. They need to know what to spend their money on and I have good ideas for them. But people don't beleive me because what I want would be too radical and shake things up and people want something that appears more flashy. They don't want to be told that the best deal for a keyboard is the $4 one from the thrift shop and the difference is doing the research to figgur out which is the best one instead of just spending more.

I bought a welding machine that was too big. It is too big and now I need to make a top for it so I can use it as a tabletop to reclaim some shop space. My word. Against yours. Always lose.

The way that the different species of primates cooperated and learned each others languages and ate different foods... To cooperate. Never. Nature and evolution means dog food and buying what is sold to you. Not thinking about cooperation. After all Capitalism is the best system we have so says my Dad and we should know because we are too afraid to try aNything else. Or we do have families and whatnow but that doesn't count as real economics because it is all political and the economy is something we should listen too. $700 Billions Dollarz!

OK lawns are evil. That is why the terrorists hate us including Kutb. Or whatever his name is the book writer from Egypt who inspired Osama Bin Laden. Because we waste the water. And he grew up in the desert. And we use our wealth for waste and stupidity. And he is right.

here is the solution. Charcoal briquettes should be our lawn. No more grass just BBQ coals. And for the fence/edging we will have stainless steel BBQ grill fencing. From my uncle's company the Charcoal Companion. Made in China.

So if there is a fire the lawn would burn. But that is OK because then we could cook a beach party and walk on the coals etc. etc. This is a good idea and I thought of it so I will patent it. If you know how to make things you should never do it yourself. You should patent the idea and hire other people to do the legwork. Like a disposable mechanical automatic toothbrush with the transmission made of cheap plastic so you can throw it away. The genius is it only has to last as long as the bristles do. This means you don't have to build a long lasting transmission and you can lower the price of the whole unit overall and sell more of them. Sell it to people who wear dentures. Those people are loaded.

Crank it soldier boy super man. Every person is the best person there is there. I like popular music because that is what is best to hear. The more people singing the better the song. The larger the choir the more people in it. The more people the better the logic. The rest of it.

I don't think anyone will find my writing interesting anymore because computers have replaced my subconscious writing style with spam which does a better job and is more productive. I don't think I can compete with that.

Last time.

Bubbles in the water. Why do people want to make sense anyway?

What is the deal with meaning. What is it all for. It doesn't pay the bills. IT is not objective to have a purpose. It is more scientific and better to acheive professionalism if only we are able to dissasociate ourselves from the trappings of human conditions. We could be more and make more money. The time is to start a war but we hesitate because we have not the rawness to acheive the rowdy factor due to our outdated morality. Why not just be big kids about it and get all over all that. After all what does living acheive that dying does not!? You got it! We can have anything you want, you got it. Anything at all. As long as we let go. Let go and embrace the power of George Lucas TM products. Force it.

Become number 1 in the hot party sun! Yeah! Girl Talk.

the normal font size. Now it got big again. Nobody reads this ever because they won't want to. Wants.

Nothing isn't nothing. Right. On the google. Is it going to show up. Not unless there are links to it. That is how google works. Google works on links. Well, I guess nobody writes "nothing isn't nothing" except me.

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The super technology of the email era. I'm drinking fizzy water. BEcause the scotch is empty. Thank God says Jane.

THe city is stupid. The lawn nazis are telling us that the beetles getting ate by the crows is due to not enough water. But the real reason is too much mowing. If you don't mow AND don't water then you don't get invasive beetles. The reason for bad lawns is trying to make fake lawns.

A normal person who would read this would think it was a fake webpage with nonsense cobbled together by robots spealing from wikipedia and whatnot -- the only thing I have over that is no real ads so I must put some ads now then:

gold pants

bumper testicles!

olympic movement

2010-02-18T22:31:00.004-08:00

River of Red and white flags. River of tyrants. River of sorrow. Don't swallow this time.
The streets are closed to cars and open to people. The Polisce are there. They are watching. And there are many cameras. And you have tickets as a gift. And you have to not bring your baby son because it is too boring for him. And you are to allot yourself 7 hours because the security pre-screen line up is so long that you will need to get there 3 hours early. And you just heard that the security has been breeched twice in two days in the newspaper. And you wonder why it isn't all burned down because now the Southern dirt social housing is just that, fences surrounding dirt. Don't go in there.

And the photos are good and the videos are good and they are all well presented online. The police are seen brutalising. The Olympic lies are all laid out. The rumours are aired. The analysis is convincing. The reality of the movement isn't hidden. The myth is busted. The images are painted in relief. There is a community online that is supportive.
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and it is raindrops into a dark bucket. Into the abyss and a deep well. No light escapes the video is shown again and again to the already converted and the truth stays with only those who already knew it. Might as well be alone on those streets. Might as well do it alone in the middle of the night in a ghost town. Might as well empty your pockets and break the glass in the recycle bin. Might as well tell your boss you want to be arrested for drawing cartoons of treason. Might as well get into the meat locker and think of all the Hollywood movies about heros that you know to be heroic and true to the story that is told to every little bedchild at nightengale for the rest of our dying year. I am left to pick up the little hints the little symbols of your devotion.

And I feel your fist, and I know it's out of love. Burning holes straight through my eyes heart attacked - the memories of your devotion. I collect upon my body the memories of your devotion. Give'n me a little fistful of love.

And I have an Olympic Movement in my special little room after eating so many beans. The stink reaches the ears of the deaf commisars of your buying habits and empties out the coffers. We can build a new nuclear age to remember the armegeddon for the rest of our natural livelihood good G*d save the economy. Bless you.

he was the mother of america. bigfatheart in your man. grow up to be a woman. Because the baby controlling business is the way to mention the rapture. I torn to walk the pain.

sam roberts

2009-12-31T01:38:00.003-08:00

So, when it's over, then it is over. Then it's over. Then its over. Then is over. Over. O-V-E-R.

Love love love love love love Love LoVe love love love love love love love love love L-O-V-E.

Even a stopped clock gives the right time twice a day. Even a stopped clock goes backwards twice a day. Even the time forgives you and lets you do it again when the beat is hard and thumping well enough. If you get drunk enough you can go back in time through the river and the water of your eyes grows plants instead of sorrow. Back to the bottle and inside drinking up a wine is when you then join the army because the army is a good place for the dead to find meaning. Lost in tha that it under it. Pick it up it. Joy underneath and new life. So why cry after all. The worst is better than any of it. I will never know you.

So what?

Fat and stupid and lazy. Me. You. Us. Over. No more. Sit alone. Sleep alone. Eat alone. Be alone. Want alone. Sky is alone. Stars are alone. Moon is empty. Full of empty light. This year is the very first full moon new years eve. Ever. Over. Up it it it it. It.

Drum machines keep going because that is the easiest thing for the electrical energy to do because we twist it to conspire in our favour. Simple reduction of motion. A joke. A comic. The news.

Freedom. For the rest of us is there. Hy usld the fraly plesss guy tstis thia athe alksksj in the wongg.

Pnoobuw. Piv hyo wudf ik un gyaqa. By udkj the rqipz jyummm fij tstis thia athe alkhyhl um yjr vemff.

Climb over me. All you needed was a friend.

The Dead

2009-12-10T00:56:00.005-08:00

The dead gave their words to us. Precious precious gifts of stories holding the secrets more precious than DNA. We think DNA is more important though. Because we are too stupid to think collectively and believe in the market illusion of the free individual consumer who must have a cause and affect that can be bought and sold. Effect the affect. Seriously, Science is right about everything. Science is right in and of itself because that is what the word "science" means. It means not religion. It means us are better than them. It means not following orders but questioning instead. Questioning the others and never our own self. After all, science is right and hypocrisy is a greasy spoon resaurant in Florida that I will never go to. But if you went there you would feel compelled to tip well. Hypocrite! Hypocritese. Hypothalamus. T.I.P. To Ensure, Prompt, Servility. The E in the Acronym is SILENT. The QUIET words are always too too loud.

Seriously, eriously, seriously, guys, guys, guys, galz?

I'm here today to talk about painted spokes and tensiometers that cost $495, wholesale. Because chainguards and pant protectors and long fenders aren't cool. But painted spokes are. Because we all need anodized chainrings. We will never need a dress guard or where a dress while cycling because cross dressers don't ride bikes and gallery walls are where you pose, not in the gutter where the cars will hit you, slap you around, fill up your lungs with balloons of soot. Happy Birthday on your birthday (that is today) you get a bowl full of soot. In a balloon. Ride a bicycle inside of Wal-mart. Ride it up the walls. Wrap duct tape around the tyres. Put the tape inside out and also outside in. Fix a flat. Stick to a flat wall. Ride your bike hanging from the unfinished ceiling of the Wal-Mart restaurant where they always tip well. The WalTON family is a family business. A Bicycle family business. And they need your gratuity or they cannot continue. 15% now, 20% later. Because of the recession. You must tip more now because people expect that and working less for more is the way to get our economy back on track. This all makes sense
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Smile on your brother now. Thanks Joe for reading! You are my only ever reader, that is super doo. I can write just for you. And the spambots. And the spambots who think I am one of them because what I am writing is just gibberish. Gooberish boobs. Bong.com Search engine Goober it. Just Goober it. Gooooober image serch. Gmail. Goober apps. Bing, Bong, boomn.

I learned to talk because of my anatomy. Love and time and ancestors had nothing to do with it. I am a self made man. History is for perverts. Shopping is for winners. Shopping for what? I don't know but I will find out once they hand me that plastic bag. (bags, actually, would you like those bags double bagged sir, today, may I help you, thanks, did you find everything you were looking for? Did I answer your phone call properly)

Try this, Call Amtrak Express 1-800-377-6914 A melody both happy and sad, built on Victoria's known triads. You enter the room with great caution. The answering machine will pick up and tell you that your call will be answered in under a minute but first some tips. To ENSURE Prompt bowl Supplements. Then wait on hold for 10 minutes. Try it 8AM to 8PM EST. It works every time. At least today.

I am growing up. I get tired and go to bed without wanting to try Chilly Willy or Adrenaline Shots. Maybe I am just boring. And wearing the wrong style of underwear. After all what good is a cooperative house if you can't show off to the young women how virile you are? Really, I meant that, because I am serious about everyhing wot I says. Serious as the techno music that plays forever with a monotonous 4 by 4 beat banging 4 by 4 wood through the drumming on the windsheild autocarskull of the 4x4 SUVee. Blanging. Squish. Crack. Whistle. Woot, Woot. Buy the shoot. Keep the motor humming. Pull the car off road with a rope. The park is all yours, all that green grass for driving.

Why don't people take their cars onto the golf lawn anymore? Really freedom is all about being able to choose. Why are we restricted to golf cars only. I think we all should be able to drive whatever we want to onto the green. It is my perogative. It is my freedom of speech. I think that it is because of the communists in the government taking all my taxes and how they don't even enforce the laws all those other people and here I am simply minding mine own business and trying to drive my hummer onto the public golf course. It is public property and I am a paying member of the tax paying public. I have and off road vehicle I paid for it myself from my sweat and hard work I shouldn't be prevented from just driving it. Where do we live now, Bosnia Hertzegovinia? This isn't some backwards atwater like turkminisELBOWiDilbertistan. The the rest is history. Resting on its lawrels and hardly even speaking to her anymore now that she realised that the mother tongue would never be stuck into that orifice and smacked around the pronographers headshot balls to the wall for now, anyway, because I have my seatbelt on and I responsibly use the smart catalogue to enter the thoughts of the monkies beside me who read nothing is there after all for the sake of my own baby son and grand daughter not yet borned to be a new driver celebrating her newfound forever inalienable right to drive on the golf course where god made men men and free is the only easy way for us to do it now.

Blajesus! Christmaz time Chrrreyestmaz time is heeere. Crucifix trees on the lawn. Burning lights in the nights. Honda!

Bounce That

2009-11-17T00:37:00.003-08:00

Yes, this is a human imitation of a robot spam computer and it is convincing you well because you do not have the patience and there is too much information in the human mind spewing forth into the run on sentances that do not bite.

People who believe in Windoze computers... err they use them... have their heads filled up with crap. Just like a synthetic saxaphone solo noise in that great pop song. So much superstition about a computer. 1 and 0 does no longer translate into logic. Keep you penis clean why don't you. Stop fucking with the Bill, you won't get rich no matter how many times you re-install and pay the tax. Me, I re-install due to hardware failure and user error. Often.

Cocky basterds make the best welders. You got to put a lot of heat in and quick. Don't be so precious about it all. Hands out, guns out, represent, now what's happening?

Starting a business is what we all must do. Each and everyone one an independent "Indy" Entrepaneur. Innovation. Creative. ity. AL. Yes, we can do it. Change we can beleive in.

Yes, this is poetry. Do you like it? Art. Art means something. Art is good. It reminds us we are human. Being human is about making art and sharing your dreams. Dreams in the sky. Sky high dreams and all that. Don't read Douglas Coupland's blog because you will just end up shopping at Office Despot. Or Fred Murder. do you know any others? dO yOU?

Yes, I am aware. That is why I capitalise the way I do. That is why I write for the non-existance of readers. Who cares. I do. And because I care, inside, inside my heart - then I cannot be sarcastic. And really that is what matters. To show a care. Give a hoot. If your intentions are pure you can still be a saintly murderer all you like. That is our plan, anyway. That is why I keep shopping at KFC. Because I like it and I don't FEEL fat and anyway, who cares if we treat them that way. Minimum wage is a real law and they have health safety inspectors and SPCA for that. We doooooon't t t n e e e e ddd too warry. wary. WOOOOOOO!!! ! ! !

Apparently James Joyce wrote about a conversation between two washer women. My dad says. I think that's racist. Finnegan's awake! Go cradle him back to sleep.

There is a hurt in the empty soul of a parent. It's raining. Being empty means being full. I saw it in a movie about Buddist Oranges called Zen Noir. It was preachy.

Open your mind too the little children. Then y ou go to wo rk in yo ur car. Forever.

you can see

2009-09-15T02:48:00.004-07:00

You can see
There are less stars in the skies now
It's because of all the undiscovered species we are driving to extinction
and some we knew about too
Things are going to get worse
I thought you'd like to know
But I was wrong about that
Now and Real don't mean nearly as much anymore
we could Now have entertainment!
Reality just makes us so much more uncomfortable
but some kind of digital on demand programming
that's the thing
even if it makes us cranky in the morning because we stayed up until 3 am again on youtube
and our relationships with our lovers and children suffer so
and afterwards the emptiness of entertainment leaves us forgetting how we spent the last 5 years so quickly, always busy, never even getting to do the things we use to have some time for
Each star was a person born into the world,
there were millions and billions
there use to be so many more, enough for all of us
but now we have gotten richer so we have less

out in the wilderness that doesn't exist we fly our airplanes and suvs
we look at that photographic sky so deep with
all those stars
how come they are on the grid too?

Ubuntu tip: Name your USB Camera

2008-12-05T15:19:00.003-08:00

OK, here is the situation:
I've got my camera which I connect to my ubuntu computer via USB. It automatically shows up on the desktop when I plug it in. However, it's kind of hard to find on my desktop (I have a cluttered desktop) because it shows up with the default ubuntu name "256mb volume" or some other non-descriptive title like that. This isn't ubuntu's fault, if doesn't have a better name for your camera device. A serial number would hardly be better - but still maybe confusing.

No matter, you can name your camera and have it show up as the name you want on your desktop.

The way to do this is by naming the filesystem used by your camera. Typically naming a linux type of filesystem such as ext3, ext2 one uses tune2fs which is a very handy command line program. The relevant commands would be something like tune2fs -l /dev/sda1 (change sda1 to the relevant name for your disk use the gnome-system-monitor to find it) to list the filesystem's information. Then you use tune2fs -L yourdiskLabel /dev/sda1 to change the label. Of course you need to be super user (sudo) if you want to mess with the filesystems and use tune2fs.

The hard part the camera usually isn't formatted in a linux/unix style filesystem. It is usually but something like vfat (a fat32 and fat16 compatable open source clone) which is to make the camera compatable with the common windows computer OS. You probably shouldn't try to reformat your camera because the software that resides on the computer might not like it. Even if the camera could work you will make the dumb windows computers you come across unable to read the camera (without updating windows first) which isn't ideal for a portable device.

Enter the solution: mtools
This program is avaliable in the main ubuntu repository
This will work for mp3 players, DOS floppy disks or anything else with a MS-DOS type of filesystem.

The difficulty using this program is that mtools doesn't read devices (such as your camera or hard disk) in the linux way but in the MS-DOS way. So you need to do some special things to get the program to know what you are telling it to rename.

So, in our example we'll use the gnome system monitor to find out want the linux device name for the camera is. This will be something like /dev/hda1. In this example let's say the camera is mounted as /dev/sde1

Now we have to make up a MS-DOS style drive letter for that. Let's say drive E: for simplicities sake (though it could be any letter you choose)

Here are the steps after you have installed mtools using synaptic
or apt-get install mtools

first you open a terminal and run mtools once so that it creates the default config file and to make sure it is there. Type:

mtools

then copy the default config file into your home user directory so that your new disklabel will be visable to you:

cp /etc/mtools.conf ~/.mtoolsrc

Now, edit mtools config file: (Or use any other text editor)

gedit ~/.mtoolsrc

Enter 2 lines at the end that just say

# # camera
drive e: file="/dev/sde1"

That was the hard part (configuring mtools) Almost done!
Now, you use the utility mlabel (a subset of mtools) to actually rename/relabel your MS-DOS device (camera)

First initialise the device in mlabel:

mlabel -s e:

Then finally, rename it!

mlabel e:yourdisklabel

All done!

Note that MSDOS disklabels are not case sensitive and usually just show up at all capital letters.

Now unplug and replugin your device and you should see it automatically showing up on the desktop with the new name you have set.

baby divorce

2008-07-02T14:36:00.003-07:00

So I forgot to eat again, and I forgot to sleep. But I will be typing.

This normal state of affairs survives the summer heat. Content are we to spew vitriol and seed discontent all over the internet until the people rise up and turn it off and go to bed so they can get to work on time the next day. We have work to do in this nowtopia. We must never stop the working for the naked midnight bike ride will fulfill all the promises that we missed out on last year. Even if it is raining and Samba du Soleil sinks into the pond - we will cycle this road home. Once an abused father sat with his children and cowered under his wifes steady blow. Men and women don't do that - the river only flows one way nudge nudge. After all, who is the millionaire in this equation. The last thing we need is another mountain bike to add to the recycling heap. I was the first one to put things there and now the space is all filled up. Dill grows up between the cracks in the ashphalt. Or is it just fennel? Either my assshat shall feed thee gentle critter of the lane.

We sit there on the concrete as the sun bakes us into the road. It's a public thoughroughfare but ever since that bicycle cop fell down here and spun his body bloody the ground. The young men were not sympathetic and jeered. I felt sorry for the poor copper buttoned do-gooder but I never stopped to help him up. Now the road is painted with a bike lane to ward off the jeering leopards and the latest macintosh SUV computer climbs the curb and must park itself elsewhere. Diesel fuel made from the original 1890s era peanut oil has fed the peasants everywhere. From the undercarriage drips the greasy goo. Progress is in the biofuels literature. 10% off the price at the pump after all. We are soon going to pay more for bottled water than the gasoline of experience. Newbilez!

Bile wells up in my soul and I splatter this all over that asphalt burning the dill or fennel where it sits. The depaving party lasts all afternoon and we made a video for the intermowebs to fill it up. 4 entire dumpsters! Underneath the concrete is good fertile soil ready to grow the vegtables that will burn in your gas tank tommorrow. We will have the energy independance that we deserve. Guantanamo Bay is here for us to discover how free we can make ourselves of the Iraqi Oiolle.

Slick that, the last man standing was the police man who woke up. He mounted his motorised bicycle steed and raced down the sidewalk as fast as his little 1000cc engine could carry him. The pedestrian fellows out for a walk in the parkway had a nice time of diving into the bushes to avoid his highness crashing into them. The gumshoe boo boo we called it - legitimate dissent comes from asking permission.

Persimmons want a divorce from my baby mother. Do you know what happens when a bridge ceases to function? Swimming pools. Do you know what happens when a mommy and daddy stop from the love each other? The crash and burn of lads running by themselves. Our honey drips from the false precipce . What What>?

No, I think i need a partner to sleep myway through this winter. Watermellon isn't free you know? Tony rides my bicycle like a pony. The superhero of the wild Eastern Kalle Lasn lookalike. We have to sell something after all.

Where? You forment it. The divorce that is. Forget about the patch up i am checking myself into a mental hospital as soon as the Bakery opens. Canada Day is a bad time to visit a liquer Store. the staff just don't feel right bout selling out that patriotic duties. For me, chicken and handburgers are all the same. Lesbian erotica will sell, but not to the right kind of people. We use vacuum cleaners on our carpets in here.

For me that was enough to have said. After all, I never knew what it was I was doing. My son was feeling very welcome to the machine. I told you where to have been. Filling your time. Providing for the toys and scouting for the punishment of her ma. But now the wind picks up and my bladder is full enough to burst a racehourse (on the hour)))

(herries aren't yet ready this time of year though they are my favourite berry I won't buy them unless they are Ourganic because they spreay those with the besticides about 6 times a year on average and more on normal years.

Forget about the strawberries and the organice brown rice cereal. Dumm girl. GC ain't me shouldn't your kind in Rundmc band practice. That is all the prestocide the class will tolerqate.

Facke chlorinated sugars. Maltitol is actually a sugar alcohol.

wow, go to bed.

2008-04-26T03:16:00.003-07:00

I have become - now that I am so buzy - addicted to the feelings of being tired and able to go to bed and to sleep - but not doing it. I stay up very late. Recklessly so. And then I can enjoy that tired feeling. It's quite pleasant to feel tired and to savour that when you are not prevented or being forced to withhold....Self-destructively also!

At least that is my excuse anyways. I'm really just addicted to the computer:

As a person who is interested in everything I feel that I am on the vanguard of something that is going to happen to everyone. You will be enveloped and enslaved by your computer. Not your body, but your mind. The God Box they call it.

And at first it was a joke. 70GB of music which equals about half of all the songs I have ever heard in my entire life. The other half, say 35GB, I haven't even listened too. So potentially the box has the power to know all the music have known or ever will. Music, the greatest of the art forms in Winniefred's teuristic tautological heirarchy of culture. The pinnacle of our human acheivement. In my God Box. Which is obsolete in 3 years to be replaced by one 4 times as much. And that's not only or even it. We all have one. We are all networked. And the network gets thicker and thicker...

Eventually it will all be there. Already it already is so much. But that is not the point. It will never be the all or close to it even. It will soon and forever be enough

to

suck you into the hole.

My mind is gone now. I am in the machine. The memory I have is his. My wife too. Who only a few years ago would shun uninterested the God Box for the most part. Now she quarrels bitterly with me about my late night addictive use of the cooperative TV screen. But it is not the flaggelation and irresponsibility of my actions upon her and uopn our fledgling family, No. That is a good excuse and the concern for change in genuine. But the emotional impetus in the arguement is the simple. Conflict. "I want it too."

Now she is interested and drawn in. Cannot live without. Looking up what if how who when the the so so yes me I am I know you I read see sleep with thinking you same presence. God the Box. A false idol no longer? Because our mind is frozen in the flux of it. The 60 cycle hum amplified in frequency by the billions. We are one and all of this. We are the box.

So there we have it. This is my warning to you bored people. The kind only intereted now in YouTube. The kind not keen on everything else before that:

ESCAPE WHILE YOU CAN.

The Internet is called a free space. But as the Emperor told you before the meaning of that word is off now. On is the binary mode of being. You cannot be without. The mental space is where much of your soul live in because we are social mental creatures not known for physical prowess of any kind bodily. No, we are artificial. The artifice of the mind. The artifice of the written word that preserves and so enhances to multipy our mind and productivity. To factor the production of our hands into peices that will fashion a whole new worlds - all in cgi. All one and forever the same as the trapped individualist alone forever dying of lonely unable to reach out and touch or even breath. For the binary can only ever simulate that.

What of the woman with herpes. She is denied the lusty carefree touch of her passion. I am mind I am me - I am more than the body - she says. So off we go into the blinkingverse. The ether other electron. Digital movies, digital music, digital porn , digital pirate rebellion thoughtful behooven the worst way forward up the down best SPAM has rewritten our own thoughts and turned them into the blind software of tomorrow.

My mind isn't empty and it will never be so. The meditations of yesterday are erasure. We forget that singing stills the soul and is not barterable by file extensions. The best is yet to come but also the worst with it.

Forget me now and go back to your newfangled web surfing. We can't overcome this thing because it is bigger than we even think we are and after that bigger still. Reality is the communication and now that we can manage it we can control it or we are nothing. The truth is we don't know how so nothing we remain.

Where does that leave us? I don't know. Google Earth is very pretty but the pictures come from last year. Also, only the roads for cars are mapped there so you have to drive one. Be one. fuck my car in the tailpipe whydon'tyou. The earth is warmer and we all talk about it and do the collective echo of our own self hiding away from real.

ice travel

2008-03-28T23:11:00.002-07:00

we goin onna treep 2 th ceter of th unidverse:

that baby brother is the reason we are all here to be fair. What is more the idle emissions will be decreased. The snow must melt from intense salt application Today is the 289 of march and we are going in for spring snow from siberia. Because it will stick to the black and white roof. Roofular monacles. The last timez anyways.

happy poy

for shizzle

my nizzlwe

officially

but so

therepy

musical instruments

tuba

unicorn halloween costume for newborn babies

cat eating my lungs

to go to the vancouver 2008 international auto show

we have so many green options this year

and the til is still ringing even after the bubble burst

main street is out spending wall street

because of the 1930s bank buyout

this car has a leafy green shoot coming out of the gas guage needle

paid for by canadas federal government

ontario needs the cars bailed out

otherwise the economy will tank and we will have to...

become humans without that pedalfoot

$2000 is you buy a car with green paint on the windows

whitewash the fences protecting out road

keeping the public transit at bay

two double the price of bus fare

fairly well keep us from having to make more busses

that keeps numbers low even if gas prices skyrocked

we can still have enough room on the bus

and only 7 bike racks

as long as the fares are high enough to deter riders

from choosing to buy a bicycle

the we are all safe

communism has been throughly discredited

in fafvour of

home made T-shirts will liberate us all!

once and forever

nostalgia is better than now

and the computer is better than doing it

because we are free in our minds now

and that is all that really counts

the freedom to be anything we want to be

to dream, perchance to notice

what colour is in the air now

forever unlimited

fantasy is better than politics

'd religion is obscolete

thge taliban is the enemy

morphine for all hospital birth epidural blocks

breastfeeding shameful

sugar is sin

sugar and ethanol prices are skyrocketing

flour prices are way up

prices are at their highest and reseerves at a 60 year low

becauseee nowww weee don't need bread

all we need now is the time to scan the file
a digital revolution

revolverution

like that one italian horror action film from the 70s

that was like so radical and punk

we bought that t shirt and stole a cola
and the man was scared of us while we shopped

for whatever

biofuel is a good think to spend our food on

better to drive cars
than to be fat from eating
and if we get fat anyway

because the cars make the muscles go away

then we can always use olestra or nutrasweet

the holiest of foods

is the artificial sugars that are not so base as this earth

but arise from gods holy lamb trinity

the mind of ah-damn eve ery where.
an upside down peters projection map of the world
laminated and lasting for years

will put us all in our place

and our sense of place
will be rekindled

like the dying embers of the light brown skinned presidential candidate
and her heroic husband

who symbolically presented the face of real emotional change
for the better superdelegates

to prefer to fundraise 53 million dollars
of tv ads

that tell us to vote
becauswe voting is useful

and icebergs are pretty in obsolete hddvd format

when only blue ray admits to global climate change

because we are driving a hybrid anyway

and the bike lane is for parking your green machine

when you have to overtake the critical mass
which isn't meant to slow you

you after all bought a car for at least 60000 doll hairs
and that means you care about your green footprint
at the 2006 academy awards

where al gore got a prize
for not being the prez
and the best britney sprears underdress photograph
couldnt forget us all to see

the snow in april
that wasn't supposed to melt until june
and we said that we didn't have to wear parkas
and our media was bought out
and the phone company taxed the p2p BT which was all pirates anyway

so lets get a rootget drm package
and be done with that
the flatscreen monitor in the landfill
is so much more efficient I'm so glad we aren't throwing out the big chunk CRTs anymore

serious business

2008-02-22T00:10:00.002-08:00

Just backup every paragraph seriously ok otherwise you are dead from the autosave. It has happened more than 3 times!

a future investment in this country is the reason why we are having kids. My lunar new year stat holiday cookie fortune says "golden investment opporunities are arising." And immediately I think about what the return on my baby will be. How much do you think I can get for him. How much will he pay me when he grows up and is instructed in how to be productive. You can't do nothing anymore christopher robin. It is now the time to become the night and use a stick. The hospital requires a blue ID card.

Labour is as labour was

no one will read this

2007-11-29T15:18:00.000-08:00

so why am I bothering to write at all? What is the purpose of this exercise. Literary mastrubation. I like to read lines and curved shaped into the numbers of the alphabet. We do not just need a new language to express our love - we need a whole new alphabet song!

When ships sail on the sea they do not know if they are going. I do not know what I am doing and neither do you. We are both sitting here in front of our respective god boxes connected but alone enjoying the nihilism of data - endless data. We have turned our very fearful beings into managable numbers - everything is either 1 or zero and the multipliers are a google zeros.

What kind of life is this. Sitting by the wire radio and counting. On - off - off - on - morse code had more character.

There is something up there in the sky. A colour that we all can relate too. Also that we stare at when we are alone. We stare together at the same place while alone. Just like the blue screen of death maybe as the LCD/plasma/CRT monitor tells us to flicker at only 60Hz - not nearly the Giga range of the 'brains' behind it all. If my computer operates at 2GHz then am I being nuked? (with microwaves?)

Boo-hoo. Sick and blue. My brains are falling our from behind my eyes now. The sickness has spread. Some say it is a low cold. Others think of the sore teeth as a toothache. I just feel tired with a pounding in my head. I take comfort that the symptoms of this disease are synonymous with practically EVERYTHING> even a stopped clock gives the right time twice a day. Unless that clock is a computer clock.

I find some sanity in nonsense. That is why I like electronic music. The robot can pretend to breath in rhythem with me. wHoooo. Hummmm. Let me see: [blink, blink, blink]

regarding the retarding of the rectal rehabilitation: we were wary with who had the best pair of women underwater. Lest lesbians lactate, our purpose isn't kind. Kold showering of the lower scalp brings remedy to thine spelling impediments. I am a snob.

Bons for the bonnie. Blood fot the Small Wonder. The fairchild propheside underside the whale. Wherefor aren't thoust Hiromio? Lech!

There was never enough post options for me. I label this post a scooter vaction fall. We show all of the shortcuts to the press. Control with bold. Italiacians publish to save the draft more than the publish-post-save-now autosaver robots. We return to the list. Post.

Wary are we for the last time I spat on the heads of the infants I got in trouble with the teddy bear for naming my God: Mohammed. Lest ye forget to drop the poppy into the urinal: Opium dreams have yet to slow down british production. There is something wrong with me.

freedom is wasted on me

2007-11-19T08:46:00.000-08:00

Just backup every paragraph seriously ok otherwise you are dead from the autosave. It has happened more than 3 times!

so I've changed my plea to guilty. do you think they have the piano in prison? if onley. songs of love or promotion.

in the tailpipe

2007-11-05T17:30:00.000-08:00

i want to be in the middle of the road where the streetlights reflect black and slick rain puddles.

the overwhelming of the dark is coming soon and soon we will have to stop putting bright orange amber and red lights on every car and bicycle and vest and pole and sign and barricade and furniture. safety is first and last on the road where the leves pile up in the drain gutter. no one can hear you there. be careful to not drop the mayonaise on the road when you pull a quick left turn bicycle manouveur as there is no going back to get it. that's right.

once when I was there too jizz all over the robot the blade runner was sad about his lost time and memory. bleeding rape it is ok and just in hollywood because the screen is so sexy to have our violence give the children meaning to build their lives under. we are hypnotising ourselves to watch our own suicide and loving to cheer. barbed wire fences know best how we can never turn back and remember to share with those on the other side of the glass. the factory doesn't work overtime anyway because you don't turn those sorts of things off and the server has a redundant RAID like microsoft array of drives to prevent data loss if one or several of the HDD should fail. the mirror factory also has an IPv6 redundant gateway server to keep up the hardlink to the factory in China so that never does production cease.

so that's it, the bumpernuts of it all.

steer a course for nowhere

2007-10-12T23:39:00.000-07:00

My little empire is crumbling because I can't get up in the morning. Actually I can but I can't get off the computer. Actually I can but I need to keep the computer from breaking. Actually I can but I need to use LVM, filelight, kdirstat and baobab. Actually I can't because I can't figure out how to partition. Actually I can I just need to turn the musics down. Actually I can't because I have to ignore my emails. Actually I can't because I have to go to bed with my wife too. Actually I cannot because I have cars in my neighbourhood and I am severely prejudiced against living near the automobile. Actually I can but my little damn folding bicycle has a broken wheel. Actually it's the tire. Actually it never popped. Actually I have to fix the garage door otherwise my bike will get stolened. Actually I first need to fix the roof of the other garage where I live because it will get mouldy. Actually I better go do my schoolwork because I need to not fail, again. Actually I need to deal with the landlord because he is a fucker who thinks that he can have all the money I don't have because he was blessed with land... Actually I got cut off by the computer so I can't finish that thought and I once made the circle with it all but actually now the circle is forever broken I guess I should remember to backup because soon all my hard drives will crash and linux is supposed to be stable but the blogger firefox crashes like nothing for no reason (except perhaps the autosave!)

leftly leaving.

Now I will be more boring.

There was sense here but the computer erased it. On purpose. The purpose of computers is to copy, to make it easier by copying and reconfiguring. You can't really erase anything. Unless it was never supposed to have been written.

I want money.

i want a job where I don't have to go to work. I want power over my life and ours.

The last way. Read it and weep. The peet of Maevis beacon teaches typing by driving a 286 car simulation game in grade 2. The last number of monies that equals to the better place.

We forget about the righteous lastly. We woo word. The libraries are on strike so that the men can be paid less than the ladies. The nights of the bookworms are all about the friendly measurement of mind tricks. The mindtrap board game is very boring. I learned it in grade 3. In school. The best way is to nothing that a bullet in the belly couldn't cure. For heaven's sakes. For christ's love. For the freedom of Shiva. Because all the vishnu dreams are not really real. Because we are the consience that forgot to dream itself into existance. We almost had lucid dreaming but then we voted for Georgey Boy Bush in order to have the balance of dark lord for all the good that we have hated in the past. Whose country song is this?

The rest of the orphans got off the bus. They got under the tires and then the bus rolled forward. This is momentum the TVcaster explained to the teary eyed mothers on to of their pedestals. Remember we are all seperated for the greater good. WE ARE ALL ALONE ON OUR SEPERATE COMPUTERS BECAUSE THAT IS HOW WE COME TOGETHER FOR THE GREATER GOOD.

The binary values of the computing age have seeped into our safety literature and medecine such that we cannot see how a doctor ought to act except to remember that the landfill must now be also open for all the cloth daipers.

Do you know that you can get 70 daipers a week delivered to your door every week and all the shit neatly removed from them safety sanitarily wise and a deoderiser bucket all for a measily $16 dollars a week(w). Yes, and they don't even have a website for this company. I wish I knew the emoticon for dollar signs in the eyes! I can make daiper websites! for only $16 a week!

Underneath the slave ships were all these people willing to help each other and mostly they just put up with it. You can call them sheeple all you want but it is not they that are alone.

Do you remember? But the leg up and call it good luck. I forget. The last way was nonsense filling up the screen. The spam is our cultural output and never forget it. We lock the doors at night in order to keep our brains from sleepwalking out into the street and getting run over by the driving drunkards. Well, really, I don't think it is such a far fetched possibility.

Does anybody ever even ever want to going to read this? I was thinking that if I printed it on fancy paper and nice bindings in a cute little book then people wouldn't read it but they might buy it and put it on their shelf to collect dust instead of not putting it into their bookmark/favourites toolbar thing to add to the long list of URLs that will never be looked at again.

<<..this is where the dollar $ign$ for eye's emoticon fits in, I almost forgot>>>

We started of living in the new house. The hardest button too button. The last life we has was last the bad. Actually I kind of liked what the Globe and Mail was saying about the White Stripes. Backup...<<<

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^^That was just included so you two would know how to do that.

So, That's it. I''l ll be ee go ii iin g tooo breee d a dd n d ow. nno ow. now. no.w

So if not, then for get it,
yes. make a mess at the end of it. That is our way of imparting meaning so then you can pick up the peices afterwards and know that if you had turned the pages faster you would not be still here today remembering those pages.

Please buy it from me.

2007-08-08T17:42:00.000-07:00

BEGIN THErest of your clerks 2 life

I don't remember how to eat. I don't remember how to sleep. I need people around me to teach me these things. They are not here.

What happens is that I am. And then i try to be what I am not. Then I get distracted. then I lose hope. Then I get bored. Then I get more energy and do somthing else. Then i forget to brush my teeth again. Then I take my vitamin pills. Then I forget to stretch. Then i take a shower. Then I noticed the cracked toilet seat and think about how I was going to fix it. I think of it every day. i have been thinking about it for over 100 days.

exectutive autistics get business perks. Executive club membership is the total sum of our capital gains wealth. I want to be in the club. I want to rally to preserve the view. Please.

go to bed early. stay up late. The salad needs to be made right now!

clerks 2 is a very bad movie. it was very predicatable.

2007-04-04T13:53:00.000-07:00

wilkins chan
is a bad
landlord
in vancouver BC

lord, in the fullest sense of the word.
bad, as in selfish and uncaring.
greedy, as in - I only think short term.

The Moon

2007-03-04T19:33:00.001-08:00

BEGIN THEDATE

I don't think there are enough teeth in this thing. Go out into the street. Only 40 feet in front of your house, eh. Close your eyes. Then get run over. Because one person is coming to kill you. One and only one person. We are many but they have the big car. We are there in the road to be hit. If we close our eyese. That space is for killing. If you break the traffic safety regulation.

Please wear you seat belt. We don't want you to get hurt. Please turn off the cell phone when you are speeding down the highways. Please pause the movie until the light turns red, then you can see it. Please watch the GPS Google map image using the rear view mirror so you can silmultaneously also notice the road in front of you. Please wait until we have completed all 24 lanes of this highway before you play car driving video games on the dashboard console. Please don't forget to pay your auto insurance on time. Please do not cross at the crosswalk. Please do not get hit by my car. That will scare me. Pedestrians are the real terrorists. Please wear a reflective safety vest when walking on the sidewalk. Please wear a helmet. Please buy a new styrofoam helmet every year to compensate for UV structural decay deficiencies. Please totally freak out about your parking space being inconvenient. Please forget to drive the speed limit. Remember that slow drivers are weak drivers. Remember that smaller cars are for poorer people. Remember that beasts of burden are obsolete and we should not let the cyclists out of the gutter. Please remember that driving backwards, through the city park grass field, is progress. Please do not be such an ass backward cycling nazi from the old fashioned negative-nelly-past (who is just afraid of the future) and change. Please do not change this road or block any of the lanes because traffic must keep moving and your broken down bicycle is not important to remain there standing. I will run you over if you do not get out of my way faster. I like to speed through the stop signs because freedom is my right and we should never tolerate the tyranny of the fascist police. Please arrest those hippies that J-walk and don't stay put on the sidewalk. People who walk slowly - in a crosswalk that is about to change - are morons. We are the machines that our parents dreamed of. We have acheived much more than the wilderness of the past. We are no longer afraid of things and we are not penalized by nature: only because we have invented dominating technologies. We are no longer the servants of the rich because we all drive around in our own castles. Please support the government funded study into how to remove the trauma from the minds of car accident victims - so that one day they can get on with their lives and drive again. Live to park another day. Pay the meter because that is what taxes are for. Please remember that private property is not in the middle of the road but we will still shoot you for tresspassing. If you walk on the sidewalk of a private property - and then, slip on a banana peeel - then you should sue the landowners. Please don't forget that if we kill you with our car it is only an accident. If you are injured in a car crash then you may be entitled to compensatory damage cost reimbursments and money for your time and energy... and, we will totally buy you a newer faster car. Please remember that the car is the best thing we have ever invented and that it is our way of life... and by refusing to drive one you are making yourself second class... and you should stop complaining. Please stop complaining.

The only issue we should really be worrying about is the warming of the polar ice caps and how the grand conspiracy against the electric car has prevented us from driving the hybrid at an affordable price in our own cities. I think that the sooner we all buy greener cars then the faster we can get back to driving. The tailpipe is the only place of the car that is going to pollute. If we cut off the tailpipe then the car is going to be a clean car. If we cut off the tailpipe then we will save the world and al gore will finally get to be the president. I want to fuck your car in the tailpipe. I want to jizz all over the robot. The robot is the jizz that paints the road lines in that thick white reflective paint that is so damn sexy. We put a sign in the sidewalk crosswalk to warn the pedestrians to please bumpernuts!!!

Please. We are all in this together and when you grow up you will also have to be driving a car to your job at the guns factory making the weapons that prot3ct us and our freedom to have a way of life where every driveway is public and the parkade is subsidised in thwe interests of equality in the community. I got a ticker tape ticket parade for speeding. My iraqi behemoth is the smallest car on the pblock. Knock your car off. The police budget needs new cars. The police are going to be driving their cars tonight again. So you can feel safer. Personally I like the metal cowcatcher on the front of the hoodf. I feel it is important to remind the pedestrians about the war on terrorism. I am going to build a better car with bigger wheels. My nuts are like 12 feet high and my feet are damn big and they know what you say about a man with a small penis. The larger it gets, the more money he will be making. The lasytip laser is not the frequency of the commute but the space between the curbs. I have to go now. I have to go to wark. I haf to gote in my new automobile that was given to me buy the insurance setlesment.

The last time I was walking the street. I saw the dead birds and the cats underneath of my tires. But the biggest car is better for clearing thre people out of the way. Isn't it beautiful how the sympohony of the democracy has allowed only one citizen to make a big differance then. I want to be that big differance. I was the best. I want to be able to do that: I AM able now. I have to believe that I can go to work. The traffic is terrible but if I just wait until they privatise the translink again then we will all be happy. The bigger the road the cleaner and less corrupt the system of governance. I remember the last time I drove a car. It was raining and i didn't answer my cell phone because I didn't want to have to pause the movie. Please play this game.

and

Neutered Art of the Proles

2007-01-21T04:05:00.000-08:00

It doesn't matter how profound it is... Of course it is profound, it is experienced wisdom about the everyday. THat's not the point. The point is that it can't count. Your criticism of cars is too banal. Everybody is doing it, it is as old as the rain and as obvious that cars are brutal, obsolete, and but there by displaced power. But of course at the same time cars are populist and cannot be questioned. That is not a contradiction it is consistency: Don't question because it is boring and everybody hates them. Don't question because everybody loves them and can't tolerate the unusual criticism.

Just Remember that it can never be solved. The media speculators are savvy and they know how to set the rules for your thinking. I say what I am allowed to. Rebellion is typical and uninteresting and conforms to the standards of competitive consumption quite nicely.

User Obsolete

2006-12-03T12:11:00.000-08:00

Look at this! The spambot computer can literally write stream of consciousness better than me! I am obsolete! It can even handle the semi-colon. Something I cannot, properly.

I think maybe the formula is it trolls human blog entries and then cut and pastes it together within the framework of something which can roughly simulate grammer structures. I think the point is to bypass the spam filters and then the included gif has the advert text drawn into it. But my computer never displays those gifs and I won't sample one here for you because you already know what I mean and they are boring.

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was trouble afoot; the sails of the windmill, as they came up and went where was no man to be seen, nor any house of man, except just Bazins Deed, and I thought you knew me better. I have not behaved quite well sense forby. As for James More, the mans as boss as a drum; hes just
and the windmill. Only a little further on, the sea appeared and two Just you try for yoursel, my bonny man. But whats that neepkin at among soldier-men to their big dinners; and still I had the same I am the laird of Shaws indeed - my uncle is dead at last.
Well, said I, we shall be friends always, thats a certain thing. and his nose upon one side. As soon as I came in, the girl looked at be alone with me; yet was none the better pleased with it for that, and I suppose I could expect no better, said I, but I think you might
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that day, and it makes a bond between the pair of us, says he. whether I was hearing these steps for the last time, or whether the further into that mention of his birth. Though, they tell me, the same

war machine

2006-11-28T00:16:00.000-08:00

wrap your arms around me

left under the ice. The leaves prevfent the snow from sticking to the ground. I had a heart attack shovelling snow because I am an old alchoholic man. I looked up into the sky breathing that white light and mad brigthness. The soft quiet flakes rain down on me as I look up and feel the hard grit of the sidewalk safeTsalt in my back fading. Suddenly the heaviness is lifted and I am light as the air again a spirit floating free in the cosmic interconnected. The last train leaves the station and I am in my mercedes again a top of the world. Atop of the glowing hole of pulsing nothing that I do not fear because life is under my sails again. i spring forth virile and wormy loam vomits from my lips. The eyeballs in my head pop out and bounce then roll down the sidewalk in the cold and everything.

Now I am invisible.

But at least the snow keeps my organs preserved well and the air is crisp and dry so no mildewy rot. The water is turbid. But I will not boil it. I am of this earth and the worms squirm my tonsils. The razorblade of the earth cuts under my tongue the sinew connecting it to the jaw is severed and now I can speak freely the pendacost moving through me I speak red fire and loosly the tongue flaps against my cheeks. Hurting no one, I am invisible. I am loud once again like a baby screaming for its father but this time the words are clear and precise. My thelon level is zero - fully clear. Beacause the witch doctor says now. Because the grass burns clearly. Under the world there is snow but I am keeping warm loving concept. This is love. This is my life blood.

Teeth freely red, I must loose them. I grab that snowshovel and I turn it around before I drive it home. The aluminum is brittle and sharp but still yet firm enough to jar my dentures but it only breaks one free. My arms are strong as oxes and I feel the adrenaline pumping yeas I can do this. Soon 34 teeth lay there in part or full upon the sidewalk cleared of snow by that same shovel. My back is no longer sore and I get so mad about people who litter when it is snowing because you always know it looks like shit when it is going to melt and my god you wonldn't do that if people could see you pickup your own darn crap don't mess with texas.

love is stronger for men of my age. I can feel it in my bones like the sweat pouring down the leaves. The sweat sticks to the branches and the weight of the crystal water does bend the trunk. Soon the cold brittle wood will conspire with the weight of the cold earth and be reunited in a brittle snap. No green wood, you will not bend and return here. You will lie now asplinter across the path with the ice of your undoing finally meeting the sidewalk salt to remove that tiresome burden. In the spring all the trees still slouch and some die from the hard winter injuries. Forecast for next Sunday: freezing rain.

Be still my gentle heart. the tremours of the earth will settle you. Cold is the hybernating cardboard boxes all stacked up sqaure to the shoulderz. the hobo people sit neatly under each and the paper apartment owned by the merciless cuban land speculator will not take flight to hong kong this winter. Tax breaks dissolve me. Litter barrel pork chops. Trust funds are underrated.

blama blama

2006-11-19T02:45:00.000-08:00

BEGIN JANOVBR!(TH

Charge it otoot my account. My next internet bubble is bursting again. I wish I were the business man. A sinking ship steals all boats. All rivers go to the Ocean. My left testicle is blue now. The schock olock of all the lying hit him hard on the head. He did n't want to drink that type of water anymore. He sertainly never liked to be that way around her parents. He was not a level headed man. His batteries were enough to fly a ship. Because I grew up here all of my life. I dreamed some day I'd go to the red guitars.

THE rubber changes it all somehow. I with that we could just fly off together. I might as well tell you. I am not the boy you thought I could be. The clock on the wall is ticking and my windmill isn't going to power that television for that programme. My shit hit the fan yesterday and that was it. I left town tommorrow because my baby caught a flight train. The cold is on fire. My car is taller than me because I have wagons in my babeshit. Because the horsecowpig was not levelling with you. I asked the dreambullwolf to be my companion into this perticular opium den. Shelby wasn't into it though. Maybe I pussed him too much. Maybe it was the Malibu sunshine. I forget which kind of bicycle is the best, wood or plastic. I rmember the rain though, that I do remember.

My children are going to tear this house down yard by yard. My grass is greener in the foundation. We will melt the cement emptiness of her bearcub. My hair isn't going to fill the doubt. I don't want to have the biggest amount. My breath stinks tonight because I never brush. Brushing is for dentist's asslickers. It's like putting that toothbrush in your mouth is like getting a load from the MD's anal sphincter region. My word, say.

Editing is for chumps. I guess the best thing to do is write it down. Bias is writing what is going on. Balance is forgetting the basic facts that make your audience uncomfortable. Academic writing is basically listing all the multisylable words you know in an order that nobody would suggest is alphabetical. It is hard you know, to know how to vary the orderings of words truely randomly so not only the Qs and Ps are reversed. People like to spell thinks right so the schnidenfraudenschnitzel will have to be double checked into the WW2 Oxford English Dictionary that churchill kept in his refridgerator because he was a man of stern talking. I say, the speech you gave at the stadium last night, that was really stirring. How we oulght to like round up totalllly allll the darkies and throw them back to affffricu cu caaah! BEcause NDNs from NDah are so pish posh and we don't want those cotton spinners anyway, their curry is blurry and the Quanine is low.

Mister Salmon salad, has yet to find his mouthpeice on the subterainean mambo train. Because the Ayatollah was oliver North's Blue blooded cousin and the shape shifting David Icke fanclub wanted me to sign his book in the name of H.R., Thomos.

UI foget to owe the P2P lending agency the credit they deserve to ask for. Becaus eI I wasn't going to be steel brushed under the big log. I should rip off those fucking venture capitalists before they get their shit together. Where is you sense of Adventure mister venture? Mr sitting in the seniors home trying to play the stock market with the pension money. Who says the union and the Republic can't legally do that with all of my money, I like to pay shit off. Only 14% for gawds sakes. This return is so real that I think I will never possibly default on the loan. I rip tide is raging and the lifeguard is away. But the ocean doesn't want me today . Breath in.

Very sad for you sister. Souljah. Therapy Whereabie, wee free myn. Th th th th say... can you breath here mister?

Was it somehing hat I sed?

pen sea is sink

2006-11-17T02:30:00.000-08:00

BEGIN THEDATE

bombe the fuck out of all of t

my comedic dancing for there is no movie to play on the pantlegs.
we were not historical revisionists
my spam is poetry for today
I read it for you and for me because that is the heart
the soul on the left side of the chest
we will be that way sertainly
nubarile. Wasn't it a long way down?

We forget that the lyrics don't make a poem when you take the music away?
Diet Coke is for drinking, not for cleaning the toilets.
Be ware of his stinky breakdancing.

Me love dress rehearsal of life day. We are all in this together. I voted a million times with my keylogger to break into the voting machines of Alabama. The robot steals your words so as to make an advertisement that looks authentic so your robots can't stop you from reading your mail. There are no letters in the chocolate mailboxes. You can download the Leonard Cohen Discography from 1968 to 2004 in as little as 45 minutes, depending on the speeds of traffic and your connection.

Speed is of the essence when it comes to talking. The faster we speech the less jizzim will be in our eyes. Like when you are playing a fighter jet videogame, you got to fly low and fast but not hit the ground. So you see, I like it when we do that. My best display of choices is frequently beginning to burn down. The terrible loss of the basement from our house is ok now because we never run out of water. My tower will stand forever and we speak every damn ungodly language here that we could be speeched for. Me. Oh.

Did you ever go clear> We look so much older now.

Because to me, any wood is all the same. I've read that you can dry wood in the microwave! I don't have a big enough box for it. Cherry is so very hard and the smell is sweet. Because to be truely sorry for me is to be free.

Forget me now and stop reading this page because you are worth more than this, you are worth more than me, you are real and I am only a memory typed haphazardly and carefree. Because love wasn't enough.

The story gets deeper but underneath you stopped paying attention after the part when the sexy stuff endsed. Freedom. To be fingernails. My ships are on fire. I have a moneylender in my basement. My eating of the last turnip virgin... We are all adults now. Abstinence is the key to micromanaging the global economic quotas of this new age dream of nazi daggers for sale on ebay for a bargain because the heap was tall and my woman is sleeping kindly in her open future.

Steep hills are very real to me. I love the rocks. She gets mad if you kick the rocks. Don't you care? My ancestors are in the trees of our parents. The trees I cut down yesterday. With a famous chainsaw while i was smoking. Balls. The moon that we are after. Because the open sea is sinking under the disaster. My zipper is stuck. We can no have each other. Let us sing another song for the boys that are old and bitter. Lo. Lee. Ta.

Me and the merry go round forget the words to the peice of paper in my hand. Suddenly the paper floats away and becomes a tree and all the pencils I have ever used are in my eyes and ears and stabbbing me... Because the blood flows and quenches the thirsty soil for which grows a new forest of pencil and paperwood trees, my yellow and blue lined ferns are about to be erased by the perfect melancholy. Up to the darkness. My bark is crusty and smoky tonight. Do not burn that cedar because it is older than the bicycle's invention. I am thick and sick of this war. I want the kind of work that I had before. A swollen breast and a curly appetite. My talking ways are dreaming of the day. When we will be yearning to win. We will recycle the average 4 lbs of lead in each CRT computer TV monitor. Why not thank the Cesium for your freedom. We remembered on November 11th about flanders fields that the poppies grow on grow. Weed the medecine of the hippy class. Because my body is cold this wet november. It is recordbreaking rainfall and a water turbidity alert ringing out. Fire hearts have said little more about Noah's Arc. My wedding guest is freequently sailing from the banks of this birch bark canoe. the Tougue is the CBC's symbol of interdependant community living on CBC Radio 3 Podcast. My Kurt Vonnegut book collection is growind dull as the absurd world is more and less real. Soon hyperbole will be obsolete. Because of the termper Tubas ringing loud into the night. My breath is of babies that I decapitated and fried on the gas stove burner. A travesty, someone must think I own a money tree considering that price of gas. Naturally.

Be sure of what you do. Remember to not second guess yourself. intolerance by the faithful is expected but it shall be the death of you if you follow that road. Be wise and know that knowledge is empty and the unlearned can teach you things only the angels know. My wings from the dream are flying with me. I want to play baseball in heaven, just to see if the Docudrama TV series would be any good. Passion begets travesty and we all know how to program our VCR. Ah ha, caught you, you old man! VCRs are obsolete and the skill of programming them will now be kept current by a mueseum vigil by the historical re-enactment society: Great costumes!

I plug and play the TM RSS bandit.

censor my fingers

2006-10-21T03:03:00.000-07:00

I vote that we give people rich enough to have at least 30,000 registered copyrights protected by lawyers... I vote we give them veto power over all the news and information that we see and hear, even if it is just peer to peer sharing with your friends. Anyone that rich obviously must have God on their side and really have earned that authority. Oh wait, I don't get to vote on this one. God decided for me. Thank you Gods of censorship. I'm sooo glad that mandatory advertising is the law and sharing is illegal. That is the kind of freedom we have all been fighting for and killing people for. Otherwise the terrorists win. Freedom isn't free. It takes folks like you and me: Remebering to salute and obey the order to cease and desist from thinking thoughts that other people OWN!

Content creators. Please create me a job and some food and some environment that isn't being poisoned. Oh please content creators, use your creative artistic freedom God powers to write a TV advertising jingle that will give me all these things. And then, it will be the law that we all watch it and editing out the commercials will be high treason.

I think I'll go download some commercials now. Hip hip hooray! Thank god commercial interests decided to get involved with the internet so the basic technological foundations of that networked could be undermined by the LAW [because the law can be bought]. Sharing is illegal! Screw you benevolent volunteers who created the Linux and Unix systems which make the internet work. I have a god given freedom to make money and to make it by exploiting your generousity to make your non-competitive attitudes illegal!!!!

Go go go!

Sleepers Awake on the Precipice

2006-10-12T01:48:00.000-07:00

Let me sum up. Please listen they are soft and dead and heartless . . . these "works of art" done by blood-smeared toads! Now wait a minute I don't mean all of them but goddam I do mean most of them I mean that almost everybody has sold out. It's terrifying. Don't you think that every tick of the clock brings us nearer the time when if you speak of beauty and love and dignity no one will have the remotest idea what you're talking about. Do you?
Don't you think we should all pour out into the streets yelling Stop it! Stop it! You've no right to do this to us!
A little pause while you tear out into the street. That's the stuff! A nice long letter to your congressman--a truly great spirit, your representative in 'the citadel of Democracy.' Now a P.S. --(take it down!)-- "And He sends you His best too."
Can you? Of course you can! Look what you've already been able to stomach . . .
A long way off--Yessiree! When we are lonely and afraid, who comforts us? When we are trying to do a bit more than just 'skim through' or 'get by,' who reaches out that old helping hand? You're damn right! Your congressman . . .
Life out of a dirty window. The blaster dull jobs, the juicelessness of our cities, our homes, our 'educations,' our bodies, our souls --all coloured by a love of everything cheap and vulgar and worthless, and by a bitter hatred of anything that is really valuable and fine and alive . . . The bastards will finally get it squeezed out enough that they can do anything the hell they want with you--
Aren't you even going to walk out into a field and look at the trees and the flowers growing there--?
Have you ever thought about a flower?
What would it mean to you if all the flowers in the world were to die?
Have you ever considered what a beautiful and wonderful thing it is to be a human being?
Have you ever actually thought of what a strange thing it is to be alive?
Flowers must be happy.

~KP sleepers awake pp118-121 (1946)

NICHTS Ist Nicht NICHTS

sroblot

2006-09-29T01:14:00.000-07:00

coca bomb checked through customs 3 times due to customary procedures. Repeat the delete. toothpaste not allowed. liquids now permitted hooray. subsidise my diesel engine to the tune of a drug war. Forget that, civil war is everywhere, the guards are very friendly. Plantain mountains of the virgin bring transmillenial joy to the outpath. Frequently detius. ted. be. co.

Sorry for the late response, I have not been doing my homework. I've been busy arguing with the wife. Frequently. This is how it is. I am a counsellor. To that council. beat it. frequently, Senor.

No hable espagnol. Lo siento no entendo. R-r-r-ico! Beunos dias, tardes, noches. chiaow. beunas noches. por favour. de nada. lo siento. si. senor. cervesa. chiva. ba-a-ah.

woo.

ticket refunted in $500,000 so you can do it to.

little hole in the bubble

2006-08-31T13:04:00.000-07:00

chaining me to the rock
chinks in the wall
light slips through
water in the lungs
laboured cycle of walking up and down chest
pain of everything bad ever anyone ever knew
blood for ear drops
lemon cake that cannot be ate
by the starving man
dream of that food sir
your long walk is over only in your own mind
withdraw into your oasis
the religions teach us the discipline how
forget this idle fallen world
blue skies of spiritual perfection because we cannot touch
my emptiness inside is suposedly profound
give up give up give up give up
or maybe keep writing and yelling and throwing the brown shit up onto your face
keep the feeling going. sex is not pure and I don't want to be
it forever with infinity, no I prefer the earth to the idea
shit my brains out into the computer
at least I say something
to myself anyways
because being alone is a lie
we tell ourselves
when we want to try and give up
so we can wallow in mastrubation fantasies
of jesus saving the unique soul
of our fallen sinner fuckinging fucking the shit
please leave me alone
I don't know if i can, I'm sorry

Time to Burn Down the White House

2006-08-27T19:52:00.000-07:00

because that is all that is required of us. In the world we must fight. It is time to stop taking the shit. It is time so say no more torture please. It is now to saw we want something of each other, that yes we beleive in humanity and no we will not let all of it go because it is not useless to be alive. Burn down the thing. The symbol and the man. It is time to beleive in the faith that is america. It is time to be of every other nation. It is time to kill the king because he wants it. He has nothing more to ask of his subjects. Hitler is as Hitler does. The murder of one is worth the savior of the generation. Let us not delay, kill that man george today. Piss on his grave. Because he is the one.

YU I luvee wuvee xoxo snuggle bunnies

Why do people use plastic to wrap vegetables? I mean seriously. Is your food really that wet? Why the vapour barrier? It always makes the vegetables get rotten. I don't like plastic bags on my food they are no good idea at all.

And seriously... Aluminum window frames? Is there a metal that conducts heat better? I don't know one. Copper is not as conductive. Is it some conspiracy to make the furnace bill higher and the AC? Why aluminum? I know it is easy to cut and light and non-rusting... but it is supposed to be a windows barrier for heat but not light, not supposed to be a heat sink. Some kind of reason to build that hydro damm and keep the mining business going.

Seriously, just burn down the white house. Osama bin Laden is a super fucking asshole I am sure, but he knows it. The American government thinks they are the cats pyjamas that they are exceptionally good compared to the rest of us, more free from more guns, more advanced by more cars!

They need a war. They need us to fight them or they are fired. Why do we keep employing them.

Seriously, we can burn down the white house later. Don't pay income tax to the US war machine. Just cancel the whole empire project. Vote for someone who will dismantle it. I know GWB pretends to be that but no he is not. He is building more prisons and nothing else. A big government is not big healthcare and daycare facilities "socialised" [to quote a moronsss] It is a big gun.

Ok so now I would like to say build it an they waz going ff gg ii

2006-08-07T02:14:00.000-07:00

I yam to greedy greedy
colletct bits and bytes
my kompewtre doesn't sleep at night

and i am on
in the secret cinema my mind is altered by the flow
never know

that I am bo
sho fo
fo sho!

yep, that is the empty saxaphone. I drink it the blood. forget me empty beans we are forever sending each other the letters in the mail but never meeting in person. My body is jeans and I have evolved past that point. My DNA points to nurture vs. nature and created this spectacle of choice in me. see. free. be. lee. zee. key. chi

so I was in CHINA. playing in the OLYMPICS. and I thought maybe i should buy some coffee at the stardbucks? And then i remembered, we are communists, for we don't shop there. ir.

Yes, it is all in japanese. I beleived in that. Apocalyptic winds of fashion. We forever dream of you. To be with her under the monshine. It is a beautiful summer night and I sit here alone with my box. Maybe will i mastrubate into it? The paper cup is full. Frigidaire brand freeley juice it.

I watched the darn fireworks sympfoney of fire from the bay in the city with the water in a rowboat pulled by bicycles. But the police almost stopped us because we did not have the right lights for our vessel under oar. Orange and red bicycle blinkey lights do not count as an allround white light! Smugglers, take note. the police helicopter is shining their big light down on you from the sky. the police department has a very big budget and they have to make use of it for the sake of appearances. Uniform behavior. Fucking loserdom the last night of all the bees. We went to photocopy our wedding thank you note letters at the 24 hour copy shop at 4 am in the morning. but the old guy there couldn't figure out how to make the computer to print to the coppier. Didn't really understand the print queue program. So we gave up. Luckily these male biker types admired our rowboat bike trailer and then warned us to hide the wine bottle not in the water drink holder visible. Good thing, because we saw the pewsky porkers in only a few minutes later driving past. Noticing our boat. So many police out late at night.

Join the IRC freenode sir. because it is not empty.

recently we have started to call it the internets in stead of the term internet only. why>? to save it of course.,

be fred. Be mary. Jim merry,. Freely feede

so bukow did patchen edit much? or did it freely flow? obviously he could spell better than I and have a larger parturient vocabulary. Azureus skies of green. wrong colours. color in computers talking mode.

now i know to write a script for it. My computer is an amd63 yet I installed the ubuntu i686 kernel. see!?

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for me and you to one day come together and get to know each other over the cup of tea because i think that we all have something in common together and that maybe we should trust in each other and risk the chance of the exploitation if we are then to be growing as a species on this soil for that is how god intends us to love and live by the heart...

"that was a good line. then what did she do next?"
"well she unlocked her door."
"and did you wait?"
"nah, why bother? i kicked it down immediately stabbed and raped the bitch, took the jewels and peed on the doorstep!"
"don't fucking talk to strangers on the doorstep, eh."
"I mark my territory, I didn't create this hard life."
"word."
word.

yes language is not something we have in common. because i speak in sign language and you read in binary. My thoughts are blunt and bleeding. But you are more worried about the spelling ew errors gross.

Forget that thought. Because i am now worried too. PUINCTUATE.IT.SIR.2!@

fru fru. the foobar computer is the wurd of the day. I define it in my object in the mediawiki database.

becauyse the keyword works in my search engine. it goes straight to the incovenient truth bittorrent files that I created with my jam of pirate frundslies.

ws uu ii joj

Joj joj, kok liuy trwe qwertuiop lsurd E vazro? fff ff f ff fff ffff fffff ffffff 7xf 8xf disp=f*(n+1), where n=period.

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2006-08-02T16:01:00.000-07:00

Dog attack no picnic for teddy bears

Associated Press

London — A guard dog has ripped apart a collection of rare teddy bears, including one once owned by Elvis Presley, during a rampage at a children's museum.

“He just went berserk,” said Daniel Medley, general-manager of the Wookey Hole Caves near Wells, England, where hundreds of bears were chewed up Tuesday night by the 6-year-old Doberman pinscher named Barney.

Barney ripped the head off a brown stuffed bear once owned by the young Mr. Presley during the attack, leaving fluffy stuffing and bits of bears' limbs and heads on the museum floor. The bear, named Mabel, was made in 1909 by the German manufacturer Steiff.

The collection, valued at more than $900,000, included a red bear made by Farnell in 1910 and a Bobby Bruin made by Merrythought in 1936.

The bear with Elvis connections was owned by English aristocrat Benjamin Slade, who bought it at an Elvis memorabilia auction in Memphis, Tenn., and had loaned it to the museum.

“I've spoken to the bear's owner and he is not very pleased at all,” Mr. Medley said.

A security guard at the museum, Greg West, said he spent several minutes chasing Barney before wrestling the dog to the ground.

2006-07-09T13:28:00.000-07:00

Digging For Fire July 9 2000006

The over pass was getting hot and under my fingers the wheels softened.
Rocks might melt one deay my dear, said the old women to me. She had a big shovel.

Little pixies in the woods feed my satiation and whet their toes in the damp dew of the lilyfrost. Because of me we are all going to be home soon. Because of me she has the best lumber under this neck of the tires. Teepee Motorroute frequently walking on stilted legs of terrific girth. Megawhonow? Because my dog bites and barks free. She has the strongest arms of any woman to hold me, in. Levitate. Ash particles of carbon newspaper read me the headlines of the day as they float down out of the black summer day sky. My shift. My shirt in papers. I read the fashion section on a scrap of uncharred B7

Holy is his name. We shall leave this organ to '86. Deeply. Forevermore. My last little blue book gre up in a woods before it all was there. The nuclear bombs were all that they had to worry t'bout back then? So lucky for the simple things. How I wish it were again. We will be together soon.

Move swiftly. My security costs are skyrocketing in the wake of the salt lake city 2010 riots. We co-ordinated them with our coterie in order to have them be everywhere at once. That is, in the year 2010, we done organised a riot in every past and future olympic city sports venue. This is why the septnembrer levnenth ballooning projections for cost of perimeter enforcements. Send 'em in. My lefty was loosey. I was digging for fire under the earth. There is still yet only one lady in the canadian armed forced fighterjet patrol but equality is coming yet and finally the govt is putting the money where the mouth is be more too. Be a fireman in the woods of desert. A green camouflaged fireman builds the new day for us.

So what if i think your soil is too acidic from growing up in the cedar. My latin si'nsit so t'good anywayz. Me say; for them. Surely, I say. If you wanty too?

Me three

chocoleader

2006-07-04T23:46:00.000-07:00

because to be me is to be that bunny. The bunny is the deepness. The rabit is fruitfull.

Because to be dying is what we wake up every day to do. because the last stanza was not really meant to be there. There are no animals that know the right time to run, every time.

cigarette ashes upon my soul. My left lesticle throbs in anger. The french connect my ADSL to the tV pipeline. I forget about that. Forget to remind me. Because one day it will all be done for you. My lady is waiting. The lesser of two evils. Bull weavil kineeval the thurd. Thurdy two. Twanty one. Remember my birthday. Remember when I am alone. Remember my computer that you are always on... me.

I was forgetting the path to take. I was forgetting the place to live. I had the right telephone number but she made me forget it. She was so scared. Because I was probably going to hurt her, she thought. And I was right. I remembered.

The beans in the dish were starting to dry out. Forget that, we were never going to be over her. The spoon is dirty after coming out of the dishwasher. Please scrub. Can't find the sugercube that we once had. We belong that still to together.

Sarah please! fire me already. I forgot the keys to your bedstand. STOP. I need a new beat.
Can't find a spoon, that we once had. The sugercubes, will melt no more. Beleive me for I am seriously sitting here in the dark typing away and avoiding my life. Beer is good to releive it. It gives a good excuse to me. Not everybody. Maybe I will shave. Shaving is a resonable and responsible activity. I never get bored because the TV never turns off. I never get bored because I am always busy. I never get bored because my fingers are always moving.

I am trying to get away from these "I" statements. I am a married man now. I am trying to use a more varied tone of speech. I want to eat choco bars. Any kind. Japanese kitch. Keetch.

So we were once that type of person that lives together in the mountain timetable. I was not ever with her until then. I was leaving her body from under my toadstool because the last sentance was never finished and I though that perhaps a longer kind of phrasing was called for in this situation I could probably think of a way that would extend the situation a little bit longer and my death would fall a little less shorter and nearer to my life.

Ten surfing songs for the holocaust.

Because this was the album we were going to push. The solid hit of 1943. I was never going to forget that summer, we were so busy in the office. We were doing it, we were living the dream and building an empire. We built bridges and healed wounds and worked with all sides to move the product ahead...

You've all heard it before. you all know how easy it is to draw the = parallel with the stan nazi jesus empire and the world of commercial unquestioning lockstep. Busyness of not asking questions. I am a beach boy after all, I am not going to go crazy as I stagger across the hot sand. Don't fall down because you will never be able to get up. Never get up and then you will get a terrific kind of sunburn. Because I invented that for her. Jesus blessed me. I was endeavoured to sleep with a lazy dyke who had let down her standards and was now having her legs astride of me instead of the indigo burns of the motorbike.

One sweet day, you'll be good to yourself and you'll come and join us gurls. I wasn't one of them though. Even though I kind of wanted to have a vagina between my legs. So that I would be more open to the world. So I didn't feel guilty as I walked around every last corner of this earth. Do you actually see me?

I've never felt so alive. Except that I was lying. I never was going to admit where I really was. The cut of my jib frog sandwich calosel shipping lanes the boat cycleway wikipedia instigator identity check delimited access to the priority shipping channel. Forget. Animals are so soft. I was soft once too. My pink belly exposed to the undergarnmenttemperatures still.

I am not going to be here in the moring. Festival. Not for you or anybody. circus freak. Bleeding tumour. My left ear. Lesser men than I/ Having gone out only to forget the garbage can underneath my feet. Better that her nostirl. Freaking birds EVERYWHERE ALLWAYS CRYING OUT FOR LOVE AND HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO CLIMB UP TO THAT TREE AND PET THEM OR FEED THEM LITTLE PELLETS OF BIRDSEED WHEN I AM HOLDING DOWN THE "SHIFT KEY" still...
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hooray for those things.

hooray for the british.

I really hope england loses the world cup of soccar. America already is out. And not the UK, please lose. I don't really care about football. I don't even know what the score is. I hated it when my mom made me play that game at douglas park when I was a little boy. She would pay me 25 cents just to touch the ball because I was such a reluctant player. I like pink floyd. And bowie, lots of british bands really. I admire red ken. I enjoyed meetinging some UK situationists. But I really want them to lose at football. I know they are pretty good at it. I know they have david beckham and he is famous and looks like me. According to europeans anyways. People use to say I looked like kurt cobain. blondy blondy. That fucking red cross of St. George on a white flag. Pure white. Flying on a plastic flag sticking out from the driver side window of a fucking SUV in kerrisdale. Fucking WASPS. Fucking whiteys. Is this self loathing? I just want them to lose to a brown nation. The beat trinidad and I was sad. I really almost like trinidad, for a certain obscure reason. What a bizarre fetish. Make them lose. Just a little chip. Just a little loss for the fucking queen and her goddamned empire.

My little green python. blimey.

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forgetuhboutwieet.

Slowly, if you bother to read. That is the kenneth patchen. Even nonsense will contain ounces of gold hidden under there. Under the blanket. But me no, the words. The cushions? Me no, not on a blog, that is stupid. If you bound it up in a cloth book them people will bother to read it. Computers are too full of shit already for people to spend their words reading it wading through this kind of nonsense. Lies and truths. A kunning mix ffrom a ffucking ccunt hheaded ffool. Ffuckit. it! It! T.

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gold hidden thereunder. Blanket under the. No buts here, me. Those werds. Cushions? no more, notablog. snotastupid. If we boned her up under the rape cloth them purple wuz brother read it. Kompewthur 222 full of shit ready 4 people 2 plend they're wurds rowdin tit.
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Slow and, if I were to bother to want to re-read this for mistakes. I could write like some famous dead guy. But not very famous and only sort of dead. hidden blanket etc. cushions: why not? blog blog stupid blog. boner weiner erection rape cheese purple wazoo dirty words make you bother reading it. Catch 222 ASA without Codeine. ready 4 you 2 blend "there" rowdy tit wade through this. Truth or dare. cunting licks foor noo fuucking haarm tuu thee
blooody foull. Fffffff........T

Remember if you repeat yourself eventually somebody is bound to listen. Or your voice might just give out.

2006-06-28T01:26:00.000-07:00

BEGIN I have to get up at 530 am
and I am not a morning person because
I have not been well churched enuff tuff stuff.

bluff.

so, then. We forget where to be going. I am not. Yew said maybe. POerhaps, we shall see later. If that is so then thenceforth peabody. My mind is not buzzing. bxx

2006-06-27T13:00:00.000-07:00

trickster highways

RAB 0018922

The purpose of this essay is to explore and link between the trickster perspective and a specific social movement of local politics. The term "trickster hermeneutics" of Gerald Vizenor is chosen to keep the scope reasonable and to stay on topic for this Introduction to Cultural Theory course. The political movement is the opposition to highway expansion, specifically towards the mega-project Gateway expansion in the Lower Mainland. The structure of this essay is to wobble back and forth between the good and the bad. In between, readers will find their own direction that is the way forward? Or, beyond progress, a sustainable path: are permanently useful roads possible?

Projecting Gates

The Gateway expansion is a plan to widen the Highway #1 from nearly Langley - straight through - to East Vancouver. It involves the twinning of the Port Mann Bridge (that is making a twin version of the bridge to double the lanes). The architects of the plan concede that it will not dramatically improved regular automobile traffic flow. It is being built primarily to facilitate container truck traffic to the Port of Vancouver. That is where the "Gateway [to the Pacific]" part comes in. The thing unsaid by the planners is the timing of this project. It is related to the 2010 Olympic Whistler Games. I see the Eagle Ridge roadwork, the plan to dynamite a more convenient pathway through West Vancouver to Whistler, as part of the same project. It is also the same project as the RAV (Richmond Airport Vancouver) Skytrain line. The bureaucrats do not see it that way. They would like these surprisingly similar mega-projects to be grouped separately so that dissent and division against them is muted and divided.

The common thread is that these are mega-projects related to the "world class city" idea of the Olympics. These are going ahead despite local popular will. All of these are billed as major transportation infrastructure upgrades. Yet, none address the primary cause of our transportation problems: the private automobile. All of these projects fly in the face of environmental studies and recommendations made by the adopted GVRD policy, the Liveable Region Strategic Transportation Plan (LRSP). The highway expansions do nothing to provide alternatives to the private automobile. The RAV Skytrain project is considered the least effective and most expensive of the recommended alternatives. It was chosen because it does not displace automobile capacity, as would cheaper streetcars as LRSP recommends. In fact, the LRSP is being edited from history to suit the current government agenda of expansion. The plan is ignored and summarised differently now, the GVRD website newly features a container truck image above the document. (GVRD)

The plan is to spend about $4 billion dollars or so. I don't know the exact figure. The Gateway Project in the Lower Mainland is supposed to be $2 billion and $1 billion for the rest of BC (highway expansion in the interior I would oppose if I knew more about it). The money for West Vancouver and the RAV, another $2 billion combined. Overall, it's probably more than $4 bazillion for my definition of the Lower Mainland "Gateway" mega-projects. One big pot of gold at the end of the freeway, drive-thru only!

Huge financial figures are absurd. $4 billion dollars divided by roughly 1.5 million people is about $2666.66 each. That's five pretty decent bicycles each! In 2000 there were about 1,172,866 licensed cars in Greater Vancouver and the rate of increase was approximately 63 cars/day. Since then, the rate of car ownership expansion has dropped slightly to an increase of only about 50cars/day presently. That's very roughly a subsidy of $3000/car. The thing about cars is that if you count 50 cars you are only counting 51 people. That's a lot more steel moving capacity than warm bodies.

It's an expensive project no matter what, and these things go over budget as a matter of course. Have you heard the one about the government project completed on time and under budget? Me neither.

It may be privately completed using a Public Private Partnership (P3) as is the political correctness of our time. The RAV is already being built P3, and there are corruption issues suggested in that case already. Private cars on privatised roads for privatised people. Even if they do put a toll booth on the Port Mann Bridge, as proposed, it will probably generate an amount roughly equivalent to the interest on the $2 billion debt (My own rough calculation based on current low interest rates). The costs of road maintenance may not even be covered. Certainly, the intangible costs like environmental consequences and increased health burden will not be accounted for. And, as studies show very clearly, increasing road capacity increases overall car traffic, especially trips that could be taken by modes other than automobiles (Alvord 42). Newly constructed highways in the USA tend to get full up with new traffic congestion in about as long as it takes to build them: 3 to 4 years building, 3 to 4 years before capacity. Then, back to the same gridlock. Onward Progress!

Local Politics

Some, in my community, are too exclusive, wanting toll booths. They want roads catering to private automobile traffic to be taxed with such a user fee in order to disincentive driving. While I follow their economic logic, I think it can make enemies. People see cars as an extension of themselves and their freedom. They find such mobility controls to be Orwellian. By itself this is not much of a solution.

Traditions of Trickster Hermeneutics

Trickster Hermeneutics is a system of looking at the world from a different paradigm, one that has emerged from indigenous cultures rather than originating from occidental settler cultures. Gerald Vizenor describes his theory of this in his essay, "Manifest Manners." However, trickster mythologies are in fact a worldwide phenomenon, often associated with indigenous and folk beliefs. From Japan, the Kappa (cucumber) is associated with a trickster gendershifting creature with power over life and water. Hiromi Goto wrote an excellent novel entitled Kappa Child that explores this theme in the Canadian Prairie. European folk stories, too, display versions of tricksters. The narrator Puck of Shakespeare's Midsummer Night's Dream is a version of these folk myths translating even into the "highest" Anglo-Saxon colonial culture.

Vizenor's theory is one of survivance (survival + resistance) in the face of a history of colonisation and genocide of aboriginal cultures. He proposes a break with the Imaginary Indian to live as Postindians. Postindian Warriors! He talks about the dominant culture as "Manifest Manners," a deliberate wordplay on the American imperial decree of Manifest Destiny. He looks at the power of humour to reveal truth. A truth of the moment or a long-standing underlying truth? He employs pastiche, to reveal the facade of the myth of the tragic noble savage / evil primitive savage binary. The truth in humour originates in the tribal consciousness, which is something hard to replace. He also focuses on the role of silence in revealing truth. He distinguishes between simulation of authenticity and feigning in humour, to dissimulate and reveal truth.

connection

The reason I associated this disparate consciousness with this desperate social movement is because I think that one has to teach the other a lot. In fighting the good fight, activists may fall into the trap of viewing the world by the same paradigm as their opponents. From within the hegemony, it may not really be possible to win in such a world that is owned by the capitalist captains of Western expansion.

Expansion is a never-ending theme in The West. The American Frontier Thesis (Turner's Frontier Thesis) noted this 100 years ago. The novel and movie, about modern business ideology: The Corporation (Bakan), describes a similar unquenchable thirst for new frontiers of expansion.

trouble and problems

This is a difficult topic because I am writing about what I wish I had the power to change and I do not. I wonder if writing will sap my energy or if it will help me to act? Tricksterism comes from oral cultures.

The Gateway Project expansion could become an us-against-them issue: fighting the Goliath. Provincial and Federal Governments are unified to ignore the opposition of the municipalities and the citizens. This project is justified by an abstract greater good of economic benefit. My opposition is motivated by a visceral reaction to the prevalence of automobiles dominating my life, and the wish to not see that proliferate further.

The money spent, the act of building this freeway, and the once built impact, will make alternatives hard. Alternatives that we all agree we need for more universal mobility, such as bicycle infrastructure, pedestrian safety and public transit. These will be near nigh impossible. I won't say impossible because nothing is. If we lose this one I'm going to have to try and promote bicycles afterwards anyway. Four billion dollars and who knows how many tons of moving steel boxes with only one passenger each! When will it end?
me

I'm straightish white-ish male-ish - Anglican by birth. My appropriation of the pedagogy of the oppressed, as I see it, in trickster hermeneutics is quite a risky proposition. I don't believe in copyright and these cultures have a heritage that, arguably, is founded on intellectual private property values. Am I liberating these ideas, using them as radically as I am? Or, am I taking them into my own, owning them, usurping them, extending colonialism into entirely new realms? Maybe I'm wrong about lots of things and oppressing the NDN with his semi-truck in ironic ways?

No, I can be a trickster too. I've grown up influenced by idealising irreverent comedians such as Monty Python, Douglas Adams, Bill Hicks and CBC's Dead Dog Cafe. I try to blur boundaries. I try to do that with my Art. Only racist ideologies define people so exclusively according to genetic heritage. I've read some NDNs or Post-NDNs, and know a few.

bicycles

As an urban cyclist, I get the self-righteous penchant. Cars are a real physical reality to me and a threat to my life. However, I have a choice more than others, or do I? Our capitalist society often dismisses oppression in the name of justifiable economic privilege. I choose to ride a bike because I firmly believe it is responsible, on many levels, and is beneficial to all around me in comparison to driving. Riding a bicycle is actually safer to the rider than being the driver of a car, according to traffic statistics (Ross D. Petty). It doesn't always feel like this and statistics do not protect individuals.

stupid cars

The central issue of this topic is one close to my heart as a cyclist: car culture and car ideology. Cars are seen as inevitable and necessary in everyday life. They are marketed (with a little irony) as the product that will bring sex and freedom to the individual. Cars have become such an accepted part of everyday life that questioning the need for highway expansion is a kind of heresy.

The idea that must be attacked is the idea that the automobile is free and sexy, necessary and inevitable. However, as our society has become under surveillance and social control, the ironic myth of freedom via car is a panacea for some that they can't give up. We need to collectively offer alternatives like trains, blimps, boats, bikes, busses and walking in serious supply. These things need to take on the righteous right-of-way that cars now own and the government needs to back that. "Government must help to eliminate cars so that bicycles can help to eliminate government." - Anonymous (Dutch anarchist slogan from the 1960s).

People get killed on highways. Death is real, or is it unreal and broken in Western Christian theology? The repercussions are real, but cars as a sign are well insulated by the simulation of safety. Even if cars are the leading cause of death in Canada for people in my age group, people are not afraid of them. Safety concerns like this are a big taboo. UBC recently did a study to see how they could make survivors of automobile trauma feel more comfortable driving again. Such a goal of this obviously dangerous experimental medical prescription is not questioned.

I'm going to need to explain where I'm coming from in my thorough rejection of the highway, the automobile, and all it represents. Just saying the Autobahn was Hitler's Fordist fantasy is not enough. There are social impacts, health impacts, community impacts, physical impacts! Local problems, global, environmental, air, economy, climate change... Often, I feel like a broken record. Cars make it rain more often on the weekends (Alvord 74). Many people nowadays feel a loving dependence with their automobiles, they think driving is a kind of human right. It's called a "freeway" for a reason. The signified is the illusion of freedom. One could write plenty books about this. I've been casually and not so casually studying the issue non-stop since about 1998. My own convictions are far too deep in this matter to explain in any essay, let alone one that tries to go on from there to application with a unappreciated philosophy.

I think car drivers are trapped. The ideology of automobilia is deep and a paradigm of the most deceptive sort. I've experienced car fetishism. It has taken years to free myself of the personal habits of the hegemony and believe me - it's real work! However, unless there is a collective understanding of these sort of contrary values my efforts become hopeless and lost. I would be nowhere without the support of my cycling communities, I would be isolated and alone. The tribal context is imperative.

Evil?

This is absurd, but, I'll say it now so I can understand it better. I think the never-ending car worship and highway expansion are evil. With this essay I am comparing myself, or rather my perspective on the highway, with the relationship of the NDNs to the settler invasion and colonialism. A very bizarre kind of parallel. Survivance requires that we not get too dramatic, we stay comic and maintain the power of the trickster (Comedy versus Tragedy). This is a double edged sword for it makes our logic more difficult because if we don't see things as black and white we must also see the upsides to highway expansion, and apparently, therefore also colonial conquest.

...The Indians had a legend
The Spaniards lived for gold
The white man came and killed them
But they haven't really gone

We live in the city of dreams
We drive on the highway of fire
Should we awake
And find it gone
Remember this, our favourite town...
- from City of Dreams, Talking Heads.

That sounds horrid, but in real life it is a lot easier than that. The ideas of colonialism, as highway, are merely symbols, and the reality does not resemble the absolute sign. If we step away from the evil parts we see that what brings the highway is a desire for improvement and development, just as a desire for improvement and expansion fuelled colonialism. Still, it is a scary force. It is close to causing erasure and genocide. The expansionist desire causes ecocide. We are not unsure about opposition to conquest, nor are we unsure about opposition to more pavement where none is needed. We don't need to accept clear evils, but we do need to be understanding of the people behind them. Expansionist idealism, mistaken as it may be, is in all of us.

Survivance

There is a real underground. It is where survivance lives. It is not a place, you cannot stay there. It is shared. It is not possible when you are alone, unless you are not really alone, and you are never alone. It lives in the joke. But, it moves on and away as soon as the joke becomes unfunny.
Resistance and survival - that is all we need. Survival is not enough but it is all they've got. Survivance is belief. Survival is total submission. Survivance is laughing. Survival is hate. Flexibility is a good thing. Survival is yet inflexible. You can only die from bending if it is too much - that you bend the memories right out of your head.

fight

I know we do have enemies to fight in this. "Power concedes nothing without a demand. It never did and it never will." -- Frederick Douglass

"There are a thousand hacking at the branches of evil to one who is striking at the roots." -- Henry David Thoreau.

On the other hand, dialogue and friends can get a lot more done than swimming up stream. I'm well aware that these are situations where people fight and that is the problem; becomes the problem. Sometimes it is worth fighting. Postindian warrior? I want to fight the evil menace. Is it possible? Or, do I create the evil by my contrary position. Many would see it that way, as I must first explain to them all the evils of the automobile, which may indeed be based on science, but nonetheless I create the evil in their minds and then ask them to fight it. For them it is easier to just not believe me.

"It takes two to speak the truth: one to speak, and another to hear." -- Thoreau.

Plus, I want to get into specifics. All this philosophising is hard for me to do with a straight face. Maybe it shouldn't be! I need to get out there and fight. Inform. Educate. Lock myself to bulldozers. Talk to mine enemies and show them the light?

So fight we must, as Postindian warriors. What little consolation and conclusion I have to offer is merely this. Do not fear the ambiguity and the in-between condition we find ourselves seemingly trapped in. It is actually a place of tricky strength. A place free from overwhelming binary logic: drive or die. No! Grow from this place and ride together. The fight is an idea we are fighting, not a people. Hopefully. That would be more constructive, productive fertile, fruitful.

cultural context

There is a culture already. There is this tricky thing called Critical Mass that rides every month, bicycles clotting up the commute on the last Friday of every month. Their tricky slogan is: "We are not blocking traffic, we are traffic." I've been helping to organise it since 1998. There was a car free commercial drive festival last year with thousands in attendance. (Commercial Drive Festival)

The academic world of city traffic planning has come to the unequivocal confusion, many years after their 1950s Interstate roadway expansion (planned directly on the Autobahn model for US military use), that building more and more roads is not the answer. As well, there are geeky groups that compile statistics and are eternally vigilant in their opposition to the automobile. Some of those groups don't like to break the law. But, these sentinels are determined.

There is a culture that challenges the primacy of the automobile. There is Car Busters Magazine, published by some friends of mine in Czech. However, these disparate strong willed individuals are a fairly isolated culture. They literally ride against traffic everyday - putting their bodies in the way of the wall of moving metal. Ambiguously of course, this is also the culture of old women cycling around town like they always have. Strength lies in unexpected places.

Inclusivity is important, that is what my universalism is about, not dictation. Inclusivity is what Leslie Feinberg is about, and I consider her quite a good trickster novelist. Inclusivity makes a good social movement. Sophisticated trickster ideology accepts difference. There are traditions of this. Frederick Douglas was a Feminist, but some feminist movements after him were still racist. A hard edged universal code of rights is not inclusive.

Some of the above groups are made up of the kind of individuals that are so strong willed - centred on the self - that they ride against the flow of traffic. The irony of building a group coalition from these disparate elements is obvious. As well, how do we include more of the mainstream? Sometimes rebels self define their differences and create the divisions on their own. However, as Leslie Feinberg quips to the truism about herding cats: "Haven't you ever heard of a can-opener?"

Silence. What's this bit about silence? I think it is about listening. Our chaotic simulacra is very noisy and I can't find that silence for direction. The tribe is not coherent enough yet. The tribe, is it a more primitive idea than a cosmopolitan culture? Certainly we make our illusion of it to be, the imaginary NDN savage myth. Certainly, it is not militarily safe from our form of government. I feel a community and support, personally. I wish the tribe were less silent most of the time.

Tricks

Where can we go when we do not have an easy cultural context to draw on, a place where a jokes about Hitler's Volkswagen Autobahn will be appreciated?

OK, Trickytricky: why not turn around the tricks of the government onto themselves. What are their tricks? The provincial government drew an "artists rendition" of the bridge with few cars and a pretty train (BC Government). The train is only a vague part of the plan that allows for such expansion 30 years from now. In political terms, 30 years is never; this is part of their simulation. So, could this simulation imagery be tricked into truth?

Education is often seen as one way of affecting change in social views. But, as education is
propaganda in some senses, the automobile industry is self funding and 12 steps ahead. Already, most car advertisements focus on the ecological sustainability of their 'green' brand of cars. Many cycling advocacy groups are focusing on School children.

There is a history in Vancouver of opposition to road building. Mary Lee Chan led a Strathcona protest against Freeway expansion in the 1960s. This story, despite being portrayed at the Vancouver Museum, is still relatively unknown. Mike Harcourt and COPE both emerged from this movement. However, the tradition has been lost and changed, new groups must re-invent. Tricksters like to make up things.

So, I don't have any tricks up my sleeve because the tradition is not so old. There is a - fairly recent - wealth of knowledge about road building opposition from England: tripods and locking yourself to bulldozers; roadblocks. However, such tactics rely on a certain morality of the opposition. I fear these non-violent tactics have become equated with selfish isolation in the mainstream simulation of dialogue. Are we willing to be hurt putting our bodies in the way, just to hope to prove a point? The everyday cyclist relies on the morality of the driver; most will yield rather than intentionally hurt pedestrians. The logic of the ISA dictates that opposing cars is opposing safety. The RSA follow this with violence against 'protesters.' In North America, where live the darlings of the open pavement, the intolerance is more pronounced than in Europe. Cities there have not been literally built around the automobile.

humour

This essay isn't very funny. So, here are some - almost relevant - jokes from the internet tribe. These can substitute for a coherent and laughter inducing conclusion! Tricksters don't always tie things up neatly, anyway. A conclusion is the ending, not the beginning of a movement.

Why Did the Chicken Cross the Road?
SOVEREIGN INDIAN: This is the Chickens inherent right as he is indigenous to this land!!!
MILITANT INDIAN: That chicken should block the road, not cross the road!!!
GRASSROOT INDIAN: If the darn chickens need to get across the road, let 'em cross the darn road!
COLONIZED INDIAN: Chiggens should never cross the roads that white men built before the great white father crosses it first. If the white father crosses it, it is good. We must then follow.
AMERICANIZED INDIAN: We must have roads. We must cross the roads that the white man built for us. We have to be thankful to the white man for this. I don't know why you Indians are always complaining. You embarrass us. Chickens are good for us.
REPUBLICAN INDIAN: It's true that that white man built those roads for us. We are merely chickens. We will always be chickens until we learn to build those roads ourselves - for profit.
DEMOCRATIC INDIAN: The chicken crossed the road because he didn't have enough funding.
TRADITIONAL INDIAN: Those chiggens weren't traditional because they were supposed to be on it - not crossing it!
INDIAN GRANDPA: I think he was runnin' away from rezidential school.
URBAN INDIAN: That chicken crossed the road 'cause it was a city, man. You know what I mean?
NEW AGE INDIAN: It was basically because of Jungian dream therapy, drumming, sweatlodges, my shaman, and long walks on the beach, near my beach house.
POW WOW INDIAN That chicken must have been heading to a 49!
EDUCATED INDIAN: I think it has to do with Einstein's theory which basically posits: "Did the chicken really cross the road or did the road move beneath the chicken?"
REZ INDIAN: Whats a chicken?
IHS INDIAN: I really don't care why he crossed that road. We still aren't paying for no stinkin hospital bills.
BIA INDIAN: They crossed it because of CFR 49, Section 11299, gives them the authority to do so, under Department of Interior regulations, in the Executive Branch. They wrote a grant and we funded them. We are very proud of them.
KFC INDIAN: I'll take a leg, a thigh, with corn and potatoes. Extra Crispy, please.
TRIBAL INDIAN COUNCIL: The chicken crossed the road before we did? Fire his family!!!
CASINO INDIAN: That's my favorite slot!

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A cowboy riding across the prairie came upon an Indian laying on a wagon trail with his ear to the ground. The Indian said, "Covered wagon pulled by a team of four horses. One bay, one black and two grey. The driver had curly red hair with a beard and his wife wore a blue dress and bonnet.
"The cowboy said, "That's amazing. You mean you can tell all that just by laying on the ground with your ear on the trail?"

The Indian replied, "No, they ran me over an half an hour ago."

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Thinking about cars and global climate change:

It was autumn, and the Indians on the remote reservation asked their new Chief if the winter was going to be cold or mild. Since he was an Indian Chief in a modern society, he had never been taught the old secrets, and when he looked at the sky, he couldn't tell what the weather was going to be .

Nevertheless, to be on the safe side, he replied to his tribe that the winter was indeed going to be cold and that the members of the village should collect wood to be prepared.

But also being a practical leader, after several days he got an idea.
He went to the phone booth, called the National Weather Service and asked, "Is the coming winter going to be cold?"

"It looks like this winter is going to be quite cold indeed,," the
Meteorologist at the weather service responded.

So the Chief went back to his people and told them to collect even more wood in order to be prepared.

One week later he called the National Weather Service again. "Is it going to be a very cold winter?" he asked.

"Yes," the man at the National Weather Service again replied, "It's going to be a very cold winter."

The Chief went back to his people again and ordered them to collect every scrap of wood they could find.

Two weeks later he called the National Weather Service again. "Are you absolutely sure that the winter is going to be very cold?"

"Absolutely," the man replied. "It looks like it's going to be one of
the coldest winters ever."

"How can you be so sure?" the Chief asked.

"Well" the weatherman replied, "the Indians are collecting firewood like crazy!!"

(These come from http://www.littlecrowtradingpost.com/pagejokes.htm and http://www.funnypart.com/funny_jokes/coldwintercoming.shtml)

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267 reasons

2006-06-27T00:48:00.000-07:00

BEGIN july267

hate to bring up scars but
I think it is a very interesting topic
of this U-turn that happened in May
how it was upsetting and symbolic for some
betrayal of fitting-in
blocking of traffic???
bad neighbours?
so enjoyable for me and for many
why this u-turn in perticular?
not last years' 1000 wheel u-turn so bad?
people say now, but back then there was no complaining.
May was the last straw?
The usual issue of Mass:
May we had just enough to take the LGB
the LGB REQUIRES several hundred
june 2005 we had perhaps 4x more... 1200 not 300
would have been at least twice as slow, or 4 times arithmetically
still of course it wasn't a problem then, but - in may it was
if it is a big enough mass then it is OK
if the mass is just barely enough the tension is... maybe it is too small
cars could break through maybe maybe?
Several descriptions from those who feared the upcoming U-turn
spoke of the gap in time of turning around and
not knowing what to do
10 or? 20 minutes on a bridge
not knowing what was going on
not knowing who was in charge
wonder wonder wonder?
where are we going?
what are we doing?
who are we?
magical wonderful!
the empty space of unknowing. the potential. the magic moment as the acrobat on the flying trapeze lets go of one bar and sails through the air, to hope, to have faith that she will be caught by the other trapezist. the moment of potential. The moment of danger. Extreme danger. up or down? either way. Totally uncertain. fall to the ground. break my neck. broken bridge
I like that moment.
it is dangerous.
some fear the moment. they do not want that space. too many people! too many not knowing? what about a mob? what about a riot? danger danger stranger! who are we? where are we going? what are we here for? wonder wonder wonder. violent uncertainty
murmer murmer isn't murder. Asking each other: dew you know where? I think this way or maybe maybe.
The loss for the self deluding "leaders." we never got to wonder. already know that. ok, turn around. repeated repeated. This will take 10 minutes. 1200 people. 120 people/minute. how fast does traffic go?
All traffic is a circle. U-turn at both ends. Where are we going too? transportation commuter. that cliched narrative: the hero goes somewhere and then finds - to return home - is where he was looking for. must leave here to know here. must come back after leaving. all cars go in circles. all bikes are circles. we are people of the habit
stranger danger stranger danger,
someone must be in charge. do you know who?
is that a theological question?
mass mass mass
what a religion
anarchy exploding
bicycles neverending.
there are more bicycles in the world than there are cars
there will be more bicycles in the world than there are cars
hmmm
I like to
ride with you too
i think that
we can work it out
which way are we going?
is not decided, yet.

heaven for xenophobes

2006-06-16T12:40:00.000-07:00

wow

Ted Rall has done it again. Of course there isw some mundane current events aspect to this about republicrats or something... The main thing is a critique of the idea of heaven. Heaven is hate! I hadn't even thought of it before.

Also, it occured to me to notice the 72 virgins. Why 72? Maybe I could look it up. However, I know that there are 72 hours in 3 days.

In the bible there is constant reference to 40. 40 days and 40 nights. Noah, Jesus, the Exodus of 40 years. The reason for that number is 40 week: human gestation period. 40 = rebirth. When they use it, the literal idea of 40 days is absurd but that is not what is intended. 40 is a rebirth. Something new must grow. Something old must die and be reborn or replaced.

So 72 virgins? 72 sweet and innocent hours? Jesus was resurrected after 3 days. So I'm thinking the 72 hours actually has the meaning of rebirth or resurrection or some such symbolism. The only other thing I could think of would be 6*12=72... Muhammed had 12 wives or 12 virgins [they were pure hearted] or something like that? And six times better than that? Arab cultures invented numbers and... was it them or babylon... anyways around there the number six is like 10 because it was a base 6 counting system. Thus 60 seconds, 60 minutes, 24 hours, 360 days, 360 degrees... They 'invented' time.

Anyways, that's not much to do with the comic but. Numbers are symbols. Literalness is so literally not reading it properly. Stupid fundies.

This passes for the English Language Now

2006-06-14T10:38:00.000-07:00

Bit Torrent frustration trying to download and share Al Gore An Inconvenient Truth Movie and hack the damn rar container.

wire stretched

2006-06-12T12:46:00.000-07:00

While the Chinaman was crying on the roof
without finding the nakedness of his wife,
and the bank president was watching the pressure gauge
that measures the remorseless silence of money,
the black mask was arriving at Wall Street.

This vault that makes the eyes turn yellow
is not an odd place for dancing.
There is a wire stretched from the Sphinx to the safety deposit box
that passes through the heart of all poor children.
The primitive energy is dancing with the machine energy,
in their frenzy wholly ignorant of the original light.
Because if the wheel forgets its formula,
it might as well sing naked with the herds of horses;
and if a flame burns up the frozen plains
the sky will have to run away from the roar of the windows.

This place is good for dancing, I say this truth,
the black mask will dance between columns of blood and numbers,
between downpours of gold and groans of unemployed workers
who will go howling, dark night, through your time without stars.
O savage North America! shameless! savage,
stretched out on the frontier of the snow!

federico garcía Lorca/robert Bly

2006-06-05T13:54:00.000-07:00

Little Park

yesterday I was in the park and saw the dad taking photographs of his little boy.

"Jump!"
"No, jump over here in front of the camera"

Take it home with you that picture because that is what kids play for. Remember the memories.

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little death vagina under the moonshine. I wish they knew what I was supposed to be drawing. I feel sleepy and six sick sick. Yo you you.

Double double. Bubble trouble.

Fascism is there to get the Dali Lahma in trouble. Your actions will be judged by your reputation instead of the other way around. I forget to write the best part down because I've already forgotten it. I forget to remember to be after the ballcany calbony.

"Calbonifer, would you come here please?"

Free manuals on freedom are distributed post hastily. I forget to remember what it is my job to be doing. I forget to remember what it is my place to sit in the propper order. "Prop me up on the Porp box, Splendid!"

Now we all already know where it is going to. We drive that road everyday after all. We don'y slow down when we get to turning the corner. The tires squeel and smell a little. The sky threatens rain but we are not afeared. The laundry remains hanging on the clothesline. Be careful where you do your sawing for the dust may blow up onto the damp clothing. Surprising, no matter how much rain there is, I always forget my car at home. I forget to buy it actually. I forget to want it.

Myself I swim upstream just to tire out my own arms. I wouldn't want them flailing about and cutting someone. Well, mostly it is for my own protection. I don't need any more of that Stranglin' Mesehlf! Up with the front crawls for me. Heads up, heads up! Keep your eye on the mark. Regular ambidexterous bipedal anterior motion. Forget my hair brush. The water is chilly as it is.

The global climate change warming of some parts of the ocean results in more tumult and stronger currents. From the bottom of the sea frigid ancient waters arise in the newfound convections. Swimming in the sea now means cold waters. Colder and deeper.

Seafoam the left rung of the ladder. Because this mans fads are fancy? Failing thar, that they them do froe. Freaking beanie!

Please

2006-06-01T22:36:00.000-07:00

Pink June toygasm

So I wanted to tell you about the cows in my basement. They are very soft. The note on the door said that the coroner of the Vancouver Police Department had dropped by for a chat: Tea and crumpets.

Liquid.

We will ride with an escort. We will apologise for the profanity. We will think before we act. Obey the master puppte. te et.

Ijuwsabelleriino. OJ. OJ simple. OJ pimple. OJ sportsrockstar the never...

Why are our masks so faded?

Button pressed out the anus. The time table dictated an orgasm for the baby doll princess. I frequently mastrubate to the thought of being arrested for nothing in perticular. I wish the donuts came with the other house. Free danish and a motorboat! MY puppy died today.

Yes. Yes. That is quite right, sir. We forget to be the last ones in there and then it all goes to heck. I am sleepy soon.

Painters Never Stop

2006-05-18T15:21:00.000-07:00

BEGIN End

I would say that the Bacon in the freezer is good to go. Cut it into a steak and you are money. Forgetmenot flowers are blue, I remember. Motion detectors and sprinklers look kind of the same.

So yesterday we went to the beach. The beach in the hot sun. The nudie beach. There were police. The RCMP were not nude. I don't trust them. They have guns. They are regular voyuers now. Noo.

So underneath all of that contempt I wore sun tan lotion. Jack had the rubber gromet from the end of his crutch get stuck in the sand on the first time Besh had been in the Pacific Ocean. We all got wet. The water was cold and not very deep. Sand EVERYWHERE>

*****Do you know how much sand there is?*****

*****I am going to make a lot of money off of: SAND!*****

*****Get rich quick! Sand!*****

*****Viagra can be made from Sand!*****
[link to website with many popups, how do they even make money on such a website. Every link is false. Every single link goes to a new fake front page. Occasionally you get an 'enter credit card info here page.' I guess that works.]

So we walked our white horse on wreck beach with lad godiva. She said her vagina was kind of hurting and chunks of Cottage Cheese were discharging. Saddlesore. Saddle leather. Vegan leather is fruit leather. My horses name is
"Strawberries."

Boo hoo hoo.,

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girl, you are so crazy!

2006-05-11T17:30:00.000-07:00

BEGIN mai11.2006

No I wuzn't.

There haf been 15 times today at which point I have realised the solution to all of my problems. Each solution more ingenious than the last. Now I sit in front of the computer waiting. Waiting for my unarticulated ideas to take form.

The problem with everything is that too many people make up problems.

If only everything were in me already, I would never haff to eat. Haffing a big penis does not ensure you get the lots of girls. Haffing a big childhood does not allow you to be growing up right again. They're just flyers, advertising a pressure washer and electric solar garden lights. On sale now. The Jobmate brand of tools is a poor product but it is always cheap.

I hate to think where that iron came from. Nails in my gut foretell of death and disaster.

Did you know that no one of them did anything about it?

We sat there on the beach drinking our wine and flirting. The sun kissed our cheeks and the blue sky shone overnear. We waffled. The Bar-Bee-Que was a terrible mess: Everybody was rained on. At least we'll always have Uclulet.

Me, I believe in friendly bears. Some people say I'm a joke. My person is never empty and never full. I'm a glass half plastic kind of man. We went to the mall to buy new shoes for the wedding and engagment party. The stock broker recommended we invest in some form of Capitol. Lenders are the most generous people in the whole world.

Kindness of strangers reminds me of a cover story for Readers Digest I once wrote for the CIA. The CIA is never late, they always get their man. Mounties mounted the moose. Free sticker labels only $9.95 and dispenser $3.95 plus shipping and tax. 5 lines of 24 characters each, bold or italics.

I want to have angels. I want to have a paving machine. The road would be hot and fresh beneath my every footstep. I would follow closely the line painting truck.

For me there is pepper, I put it on my plate. I was once a punt rock legend in the underground. Forgetmenot for I still maintain the proper haircut. Leaving the birds at the shore we flew into the water. Underneath there were stars and whispy yellow clouds. The Sattelite Jupiter has 4 furthur satellites including a bumpy moon. Ur-anus.

Never in all my years did I see such a hospital helicopter. It was carrying cheap plywood to build a new condiminium development. If only the beds were empty.

there are so many

2006-05-05T01:48:00.000-07:00

BEGIN THEDATE

lets kick his ass I tell you,
we cannot lose if we fight together.
They are skinny and weak with gold money,
their bones are none less than those of the ancient jews.

Why is it that anti-semitism stalks that perticular religion.
Could it be the self definition of religion as race
proof final that support for the idea of race
will kill you.

How old is it all?

I was reading about the fucking nazis on wikipedia and all the documents about the sick bastards and their final solution. How completely documented it was. How the policy was so regular. Didn't ever it occur to them to think why? Why the fuck this race thing is a stupid absurd idea? Of course it did, but not enough evidently.

Fucking racist religion. Or is it even old that way. I bet jews didn't define themselves in such genetic terms until more modern times. That's my theory. That matrilinal nonsense can't have survived as long as supposed. Xian religion is just as bad.

Surrender to the one. They say.

Religion does nothing but keep the poor from murdering the rich.

Stupid jingoistic isrealis on the internet. Amazing how they troll IMC and wikipedia with military disinfo. Worse, almost, is that the anti-semetic fucking fascists are lurking outthere to justify the paranoid jingoistic assholes. Almost justifies a standing army but no actually it doesn't.

Doukabours where are you when we need you? Naked protests shut down it all.

Reading about the May 4, 4 dead in Ohio. Why did I do that today? That's weird. I just thought of it and synchronised. Guns. Fucking Americans. Sorry, Fucking USAers. America, the promise land, is a big place. You haven't conquered it ALL yet monroe.

I'm a USAer. I'm a Jew. Both only sorta. I would rather be a shapeshifting NDN trickster shaman. But I'm afraid it's a mythical being and narcissism won't take me there.

Hippies. Hipsters on bicycles. Just when you thought you helped to make this great community of self supporting self propelled people on bicycles they turn into elitist hipsters. At least if they excluded me I could hate them. I guess it was pretty obvious when you see the 'self' so prominent and self propelled. Individualistic. Critical Mass was never elitist. Not by policy anyways. I guess it's kind of self limiting because of certain things. But those things are open, disobediance is not self limiting, it's about... hippies. hipsters. hmm.

Are we going to as a counter culture fuck it all up again? Punk rock can't save us, not if those GAP commercials are real, and they are. Whatever happened to the GAP? Are they a sinking ship? I hope so.

Costco.

Anyways. Glory. You are living inside yourself. We are all the same person actually. We are pretending to not be the same but our differance is superficial. I'm not talking about that. Not like, our uniqueness is nothing. No actually, the same person is in you and in me. I am actually you. There are only as many people as there are choices. There are only that many people. We are all the same person living different lives. There is no two. I'm not being abstract about God. I'm saying that even if you and I can't understand it, my brain is your brain. My secret is your secret, especially the secrets that I keep from you forever. Somehow we just don't notice how we are a networked singular being. The beer salami is over anyways.

Hot summer nights are coming. Do we really live them? It always seems like nostalgia for that movement. The summer is over before it starts. We can't really appreciate our own seasons because we are tricked into not living them. Unless we suffer we forget to live except as a faint memory. Content means we are not alive.

Jesus suffered so that we could all suffer too. Your co-workers are staying up late working hard to make more work for you to do. The object of pointlessness is to find a point. The purpose of meaning is to have a place to go.

I wandered around the plaza and looked at people, thinking. I was too afraid to talk to them, too shy. And what would we talk about? I'm not good at small talk. I just keep in my ipod gameboy cellphone book. I just look and watch and judge. If we are all the same then what does it matter if I bother to reach out and talk to you. It doesn't matter, there are so many little dyings, which one of them, is death.

Flowing water under a river. My peacful voice has gone to bed today. Do you mastrubate regularly. Sex isn't like mastrubation, it is better.

The computer consumes me and my time up into it. It is again 4AM and I have been doing basically little of use. I learned about nazis on wikipedia and about the 4 dead in ohio song. I got a get more patchen MP3s but their not as good ones. I wrote emails but I stopped that hours ago and if I quit the computer at 12AM that would have been better.

Who cares?

Apathy is so boring. I have been putting off doing my essay again. I wish school were over. Oh, it already is. I wish school were on. I wish people would care what I was writing and if it was late. I wish I wasn't stressed out at the last minute. I wish to eat salami right now.

Is utne reader becoming a bullshit new age publication? I want the weed that filters my hot tub even though I have no hot tub 'spa.' The pizza guys need to deliver their pizzas by bicycle. The government should subsidies it. business subsidy. Email Peter Ladner. Good policy. Because of the price of gas. Vancouver sun. Cell phones kill another cyclist while driving in langley. Big surprise. This list is frequently updated.

Looking For a Reason To Live

2006-04-12T01:25:00.000-07:00

empty bowl

My reason is the emptiness within me and the desire to fill it with food sex drugs plastic cars lemon cherry apple egg hole banana penis dancing babies lined up together under the watchfull eyes of stalins workers forgetting never the endless stream of data emanating from the modems wires and the last empty frequency filled total electromagnetic spectral penetration everywhere at once.

In the centre of the sun there is a daimond. At the heart of this daimond there is a weapon. Inside of the weapon is a crystal bullet. Powdered inside of the bullet is the bones of my ancestral mothers. The marrow of my mother's bones contains iron and atoms of charadium. Charadium atoms have at their nucleous 16 protons, 42 non-existant leptons, and 33 neutrals. Inside the neutral territory the moon is signalling a path. Through the woods. In the forest sit a circle of men and women. In the centre of the circle by the fire there is a hermathrodite. The shaman is uttering visions. Inside the fire is the sun.

Frequent use of allagory confuses the reader. Entertainment is our highest value.

I think that I will buy a new pen today.

My favourite colours are the colours of eyeballs. Eyeballs move faster than anything else because they move twice the speed of light. Concepts are everything and reality is fading.

in any case, the main differance is in the clothing. If we forget about the genetalia, then we always forget the other bits. i for one, do not miss the polite tone of voice that patchen used. he was always honest, whereas I am not. I do not want to kill. However, I do hate everything. My last thought was this as the bus hit me: Is my computer still on?

Forgeddabout it. I am never going to leave this room because I don't have to anymore. I can get everything from my God box anyways.

walking deead

2006-04-09T13:29:00.000-07:00

score

from:

Can you please send a message of hope to this site- I occasionally browse the blogs and always make a point of reading your posts but today I happened on this when I hit "next blog." It is strange and anti-Christian but I am thinking that somehow this woman can be reached but I do not know how.

http://doyoulikewords.blogspot.com/

Robert Abdulavitch

By Anonymous, at 8/05/2005 10:21 AM

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Hi Robert,

I've actually seen that blog before, and looked over some of the articles to see if I could find an open door, but could never find one. Unfortunately that persons seems motivated by contempt and strife:

"He who corrects a scoffer gets shame for himself, and he who rebukes a wicked man only harms himself.
"Do not correct a scoffer, lest he hate you; rebuke a wise man, and he will love you."
(Prov 9:7-8)

I did take another look, and still saw nothing that looked like an opening. But if it comes up again I'll look again.

By loren, at 8/05/2005 12:44 PM

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Why don't you write a comment on my blog instead of looking down your nose at me?

"They Will Know We Are Christians by Our Love" ...of self? "Judge not lest..."

You don't know much about me. I invite you to critique my words. That is why I post them. That is how conversations work. You don't need an 'in' to save me. If your message is so powerful it will speak, but why are you afraid to let it stand alone?

Sorry, don't mean to be so rude. But I don't like people saying I am not open.

My blog is an Xian blog too, though I'm breaking taboos in the way I approach it.

Non-christians wouldn't find an image of christ giving the finger perticularly interesting. People like you and me, raised with that imagery, do find it meaningful.

Anyway, I welcome comments on my blog, even if I disagree with them. I promise to make an effort to reply in a more coherent and constructive manner of writing than the blog posts themselves. Though I also may turn your words into my own artwork.

I am interested in:
-tricksters [such as christ, but more so in less polluted traditons, less polluted by power]
-work ethics [problematic, illusion]
-individual versus collective [the important questions]
-meaning [imperialistic?]
-truth [is it possible?]
-apocalyptic ideas [so hip these days]
-immediate environment [politics]
-love [absurd]
-emptiness [what is god?]
-relationships [reality]
-words

Anyways I apologise to anyone who takes personal insult from the images/words I use. I'm not intending that, you're misinterpreting me. With 6 billion people I think we need to really re-evaluate a lot of assumptions. Humans have these nasty xenophobic tendancies. We seem to need to see evil before we can see good.

I think there really is such thing as good and it is not defined by evil. The binary is a misunderstanding of love. To define love as simply not hate is something silly.

"wise men are fools"
-jebus

By Not Me, at 4/09/2006 5:19 PM

wheeltrueing robot

2006-04-04T03:02:00.000-07:00

Fashion

Fashion is fascist, as they say. I can't get over the original industrial purpose of the scheme, planned obsolescence. Sure, there are cultural justifications for styles and symbols that people ornament themselves with. But fashion is always about buying new things. Culture produces tradition, more often than not, sometimes it even gets stagnant. However, tradition is almost never about buying new commodities. New products, products of mass production, are definitively not traditional. Except as we become a culture of traditional production. But manufacturing in our culture changes dramatically all the time. Sweatshops get exported to places with super-exploitive working conditions like China, rather than just exploitive Malquiadoras is Mexico. So I really don't buy the concept of fashion as personal expression very heavily, our culture of mass production supersedes it.

Uniforms are there as a form of social cohesion and control. Ideally, the uniform represents the collective will. We might conform ourselves to the uniform in order to pay deference to our community, respect our heritage, etc. This situation is of course exploited so regularly by the military, that we almost always define uniforms as oppressive. Uniformity is not often a positive social value. That is ironic in a culture of mass production which might appreciate uniformity. Or, perhaps as work becomes monotonous and dehumanised we yearn for escape through individual expression. Military belonging is scary, Orwellian, if the war being fought is not one you believe in. And it is a rare case when war is a good choice. Situations where true defence can really be said to be necessary is in places that probably don't have the time to prepare a uniform.

But our modern society has lived with rebellion against uniformity for a very long time now. The 1960s represent the era of such conflict. The 1960s has become shorthand for a style of dress and simplification of politics that drowns out the human social growth taking place in that era. The rebellion has been thoroughly embraced and reintegrated into the collective norm and not individualistic conformity is not an oxymoron. The 1990s grunge era, some might say an echo of the 1960s, embraced reused clothing and personal flair. However, even that is now a decade past. Uniform uniqueness is standard business parlance. The print on demand technologies, last minute solutions, these are the buzz words. Computers allow us now to produce less massively our mass production, more efficient even than a huge factory: production on demand for niche markets is what big corporations do best. And while there is still something to be said for the hand made and truly individual. The semblance of uniqueness can be bought for you, hire a professional who has done more research, get a truly indigenous pair of genes, buy the fair trade local organic branded coffee. The market is flexible and loves to accommodate whimsy.

Now, double reverse flip flop irony shows us the uniform as a mark of truly independent minded collectivist, communalistic ethics. Star Trek utopia! Wear a uniform and be one who truly cares about people and not superficial clothes.

This is so much like Bauldrillard, the Simulacra and simulations. Irony doubles over on itself and confusion is the weapon of the barons of capital. The universal values of body image insecurity allow for a plethora of diet and health fads, fashionable ways to make yourself look good, become accepted as a uniform individual.

In the 1960s you had rebellion, where your old clothes, be a hippie, don't wash. But the mod fashion and other consumer preferences began in earnest. In the 1970s, disco polyester made those bell bottom 60s jeans into new space-age products. Back in the 1980s you had fake designer clothing. Back in the 1990s you had designer jeans, worn in by poor foreigners and then paid for in deteriorated conditions. Present fashions are supposedly copied from the grassroots. But the system of power is not inverted to match, wealth disparities grow more and more. Niche elite. There are so many latte terms of different market segmentation demographics. We are bewildered and meanwhile politics becomes less understood and never-ending war.

Fashion is about confusing people. That is clear in our post modern era. Once perhaps things were not so complex. Now, the clothes on our back can be rebellion, or ironic conformity that parodies rebellion...Fashion is for confusion. Instead of a system which looks at the situation of global diversity and complexity and tries to make products that helped that make sense, we have a system which stratifies and divides and then divides again groups into increasingly isolated sub groups.

Through the commercialised internet mass production reaches near perfection. Now everybody can get anything in any way from anywhere, and it is so cheap on the net, cheaper than walmart even. But the shipping costs. And the surveillance. And the standardisation of intellectual private property values that value those with already accumulated capital...
When I buy things on the internet I always thing I am paying less than I normally would, it's a deal that I've well researched. It almost always turns out the opposite. I am a very sceptical person, but I am easily tricked.

So, in conclusion, when we look at how we are buying into fashion. I think we need to see what it is we are actually buying, beyond the image and the symbol that we are told it will represent. Images can be totally false. Who are the people making it for me? How does it get here? Who am I paying? Whose culture is it I am paying homage to? How do I relate to all of it. It reminds me of those 78 questions for a designer. how about 78 reasonable questions for a customer!?

There are some smaller independent art school types trying to fashion their own small industry of production? I don't feel intuitively confident that this is different enough just copying the larger centralised fashion model, to be one day bought out and cash in on the street-cred.

Too much information. Save us Computer. We must evolve the tools to know better. There is no judgement here. We need to know. We need to process the patterns. We need computers to interpret it all for us. We need you open source computers. Yes it is my religion. Computers and bicycles. Yes it is my religion. I need the trust. I need the binary truth to decipher the trickster complexity of the underlying place. I need it. My mind isn't big enough. My mind isn't cooperative enough. Individualism is an illusion.

So much injustices and the tied together truth of the wires. We need to be the computer. The extension of my body is not. Cyber bullsheet. Cyber futurismo. How could you imagine a future that is so dumb? What is the ghost in the machine? What is the ghost of ourselves in our own faces? Where is the street cred going to?

Like the futuristic films of the past, from the 1920s and 1930s. It is amazing how we will have foresight that is so blind. But the truth is still much less and more than the hype. We connect the least of them. We forget it all. So where are you going to be in the future? Are you going to brand it? Are you going to own us? Are we going to be slaves again? Is the Matrix a worthwhile movie. Are we going to enslave ourselves to the machine? Because of what? Blame the messenger. My machine is myself. My other is not. Forget to fight. We create our own reality they all say. Quantum new age herlbal supplement clense diet tour. forget the book launch. I think not. I think therefore I is. We are one. Forgetting to be here is to forget to not be here too. I forgot to fall over a cliff. Douglas Adams was the most imaginative philosopher of the future. The past is never over. My disease is growing under my skin. I am not going to raise children with you because my life is going to be one by and for the machine. I am a materialist. I am an animist. I am a trickster. I beleive in myths. I like to be told stories. I like to awake from sleeping now and then. Steal from the past. Please. Maze forever. Mazing clarity of the ancients. We once were pure and now we are not. The least of us is greater than the tallest of them. We are and they are no longer. They live on. We keep them up. We are smaller than we think. Is time progressing backwards. We see it all as progress because we live upside down?

Once the land was dripping into me as I took each step with my socks off. Once each face I saw was a kiss on the cheek and a breath on the forehead. My balding scalp will never no another place. My philiosophical epistemological end traps the wisedom beneath my fit. The less I learn the easier it is. I forget to roll backwards. Riding my bicycle in the reverse direction is not the same as pumping up the tires to the max. I was once a convert of Kenneth Patchen and then I saw Jesus and left the fold. I flew up into the sky and looked down at all the little people of this earth and wondered. Will I be ever able to see me? Will I know myself from them if I met myself in a mirror. The dream logic of vagina teething phalluses will keep living through me. Forget about the truth of anything. Crickets mate when you make a video game about ants.

Ants in my pants.

Ants for France. And his wrist was getting tired from mastrubating into the computer box.
My brain is downloaded. I have most of my music in a 160GB hard drive. It is larger because it is external and portable. There is more music in my head than in that box, but not much. Probably less than 50/50. All of the music in the world is in my God Box. My God is a little pandoras box.

Remember we have to keep selling things. Otherwise we would all just withdraw into our basements and smoke the pot together. The grand scheme of things is that the apocalypse is coming. The last time we stood together so close there was an expolsion. I am afraid.

And itis. I logic.

This is a deeper topic than I thought of it.

Soul Music.
Again the computer will fail and crash.

2006-04-03T04:40:00.000-07:00

crash
soda pop
on the lsd computer
loving men
I forget
because the computer crashed
all about the monitor
don't knowtice the
outside world
watch computer
me and you
pay attention
forget it all
computer crashed AGAIN
soda sticky coca cola cock mouse suffocating
the sticky keyboard
motorcycle ergonomic computer desk

Gender Trouble

2006-03-29T15:56:00.000-08:00

Subversive Bodily Acts, Gender Trouble: Judith Butler
0018922

OK first, I want to applaud the author on the use of the term "trouble." I like this term because it makes sense for average people and is a lot better than hermeneutics, signifier, and gestalt. It subverts a lot of binaries. I can both "make some trouble" [fun], but also "be in trouble" [bad]. Trouble can be both a cause and an effect. Trouble usually means change, as in "stirring up trouble," but trouble can also be a place of stagnation: "I don't know where to go now, we're in trouble." It always implies an interaction of the social with the individual. Trouble is a group situation, usually with personal consequences. Even if trouble only affects an individual, there must be hiding of the trouble required to prevent a social repurcussion, otherwise it would be easystreet, not trouble. To apply trouble to gender is subversive; trouble is such a great magical word! We use it in common speech; therefore, it's likely to have more resonance than an imposed academic word. I wish this term was used more in the essay, rather than just the beginning.

Butler's essay is way too long in my opinion. I was very excited at the beginning of reading it but as the pages went on I was grew impatient. I think her words must have been very prophetic at the time they were written, 1990. It seems like her ideas about gender are very modern and accepted now among activists and academics. Perhaps because we have moved so much in her direction, her ideas are so much in the air. To read them now explained as if for the first time, way back in 1990, is kind of bland. Overexplained anyway.

ontology - philosophically looking at very basic ways of being and very fundamental relationships
genealogy - she pretty much explains Foucault's use of this word which is a lot more exciting than DNA and I never appreciated his use of the term before. I like the idea of the story of what makes truth rather than some supposed divine empirical reality. In politics and power, any other approach is naive
synecdochal - use of a term figuratively or metaphorically. A material or characteristic such as 'Plastic' may be used to indicate a credit card, the general may indicate the specific as 'Police' for a couple of officers, or vice versa specific to general 'head' for cattle.

Butler is basically trying to break down our binary understandings of gender, sex and sexuality. She does this from a feminist perspective. Nowadays with various queer movements front and centre, a lot of this stuff is the focus of public debate. But our bathrooms are still segregated. I find myself reading this backwards as a history connecting how queer issues were eventually embraced by academic feminism. Feminism has not always been an open and inclusive movement. Role playing butch/femme and cross-dressing forms of gender-bending were once thought of as antagonistic to feminism, which was certainly a mistake.

I like how Butler comes across the parody and satire trickster themes now and then. "Laughter in the face of serious categories is indispensable to feminism." She does give some credit to early cross-dressers as troublemakers. She does pose the very important question of the role humour can play. She distinguishes between Pastiche and parody, which is useful. How can we use parody to be subversive and not just reinforce bad stereotypes; such as racist jokes; calling weakness pussy? Context is fundamental and therefore community. Humour is not an absolute isolated Western atom of The Truth.

Much of the essay deals with various binaries: true/false, body/polluting other, natural/profane, civilisation/primative, other/self, cause/effect, order/chaos, active/passive, change and tradition. The "implicit hierarchies" are all dismantled and questioned with the theme of sexuality being exploded from the gay/straight, man/woman, masculine/feminine. She combines Cixous's terms and calls it phallogocentrism! While I agree with all of this and I suppose it is important to lay it all down in writing, that part is what dragged on for me too much.

The 'body' is one of the main themes in this essay. Butler questions the role our relationship to our bodies does play, and the binary of spirit/body as oppressive. It is a very useful personal level of understanding and also a fertile metaphor. Our bodies are very much constructed by our minds and ideas, by our culture and social self-image. She tries to find some kind of origin for the myth of body as totally separated from everything else. Significantly she notes the Christian and other political causes for this. I think the future implications of realising that our bodies are not mute is more important than that history. The history she outlines is too abstract to be a new perspective on her own opinion.

Taking the perspective of feminism and then debunking the notion of the feminine leaves her essay in a very exciting space. She is questioning the very foundational principles that unite women as feminists, but also opens it up to others. For a movement, it's quite exciting to imagine what are the principles behind feminism beyond all the focus on who is and is not a women. Leslie Feinberg is a transgendered activist I was listening to on CiTR as she spoke at SFU on the 30th birthday of the Women's' Studies Department. This part of the essay reminded me of Feinberg who was such an incredibly inspiring speaker. She talked about Frederick Douglas as a feminist/ally. There is a long history of equal rights way beyond and before Stonewall. If I think of a feminist movement that is not just about advancing women, because women are no longer seen as an isolated category, I can make some of the political/philosophical connections. It's an ideology of embracing the body and not being separate from it. It's a movement using the power of sex in a positive way, not hiding or condemning it. It's beyond the idiotic binary of materialism versus spirit, towards useful hybrids and non-static truths. It's about motherhood, therefore fatherhood, everything inbetween and beyond nuclear family. Basically Feinberg's message was that movements do well when they are inclusive, they are powerful. The history of social progress is plagued with sexist unions, racist feminists, and heterosexist communists bringing down the thing from the inside. Academics' support for the invasions of Afganistan was made in the name of 'liberating' women there. But it's also an inspiring story of people moving beyond that. Feinberg and Butler both breath new life into feminism. Movements that gain power often get trapped by power and it takes this kind of inclusive energy to renew.

Some of the other bodily exciting ideas Butler brought up, points of departure for me, were:
She suddenly dived into gay sex, out of the abstract, on page 2493. That was abrupt. The metaphors were a bit too "compelling" about orifices. She was negative about that stuff. When I read it, I thought of a joke: that the anus is holy because it transcends the interior/exterior; holy anus! Butler made a comment about shitting on others here in the text, which was not nearly as fun.

The idea of AIDS played such a significant role in the concept of gay people in the mainstream. It's a very obvious bodily form of repression. How successful queer rights groups have been to turn the idea of AIDS from being a weakness into a strength! AIDS kills, but it also brought people together and focusing efforts.

The part about rejecting milk, rejecting self, reminds me of kids 'science' books from the 1990s, like Grossology, which were very popular in breaking taboos. Our mainstream culture has embraced these bodily functions in humour in the past decade but it may be in the problematic Pastiche kind of way. In any case, Butler is right-on to focus on this cultural topic back then.

When she gets into Foucault and talks about incarceration, she brings up writing on the very body, the State's oppressive laws. The mind is indoctrinated but so too the body. Isn't it apt that tattoo's, imprinting on the body, is so often done in prison?

Anyway, I liked this article. The ideas are very significant to now. I think she is wise in repeating how repetition of action is how we live life. We need to look at all these binary assumptions in the everyday.

Q: Could Feminism be like the new Socialism?

Reassemblage

2006-03-29T15:37:00.000-08:00

Reassemblage, film by Trinh T. Minh-ha

Terminology explained with the help of wikipedia and other internet sources:

Joola drums - Kind of confusing. This is a popular Chinese brand of drum. However it may also be the drums of an ethnic group such as the Jola often Catholic and 'Animist', or perhaps the Dyula [aka Dioula, Joola], a Mande ethnic group often Muslim. There are a lot of different ethnic groups out there and I would need a big chart to identify them, and the separations would be contrived since I've never met any [that I was aware of].
Casamance - Area in the South of Senegal, also the name of a river. Lots of rainfall here in contrast to the rest of the country; lots of Tourism and rice. Host to a separatist movement and related violence.
Enampor - A tourist and rice growing village in Casamance.
Andre Manga - A famous musician originally from Cameroon but lived in Paris in the 80s and now in Los Angeles.
Djumalog - I think this might just be a name of a person in the film. Google thought it was a misspelling of 'Dialog.'
Sereer - also Serer, the second largest ethnic group in Senegal, but made up of at least 6 different mutually -unintelligible language speaking groups.
Boucoum - Well, Bocoum is apparently a common last name in Senegal, And the article says it is a village, so we'll leave it at that.
Manding - also Mandinka and Mande, a significant ethnic group in West Africa supposedly descendants of people in the Mali Empire. This was an Islamic state and the rulers were famously generous and wealthy, their fabled wealth made Timbuktu.
Peul - aka Fula, Foulah, Fulfulde, Peulh, and self-identified as Fulbe [Plural] or Pullo [Singular]. The only traditionally nomadic group in West Africa. Defined by language, they speak Pulaar [aka Fulani and all the other ethnic names above]
Bamun, Bassari, Bobo - Different smaller ethnic groups in West Africa more concentrated in other countries than Senegal.
Fulani - See Peul
Sarakhole - Another group of people not mentioned on the internet except in the name of the Sarakhole Boutique in the Senegalphonebook.com.
K-about - I don't know.

Well this is quite the ethnological montage. All about postcolonial /colonial /globalisation... Well, about the actual place that is the other that the West still views as primitive.
A couple of quotes from an interview by Tina Spangler at Emerson College [1993]:

"It is only when I am reduced to being 'either/or' that clear-cut boundaries become very questionable to me."

This summarises my feelings of the pastiche of the film. The text is repetitive and not direct, showing many angles. It shows the arrogance of the colonisers as they, "First create needs, then help." But also the Others are curious and follow the ethnologists, they mention problems of polygamy. It's not a simple relationship. Medicine is provided but is dispensed with religion.

The statement that 20 years makes "2 billion people define themselves as underdeveloped" is incredible. We are reminded by the magnitude and voracity that colonialism is far from over - in its implications anyway, however you define colonialism.

I would be tempted to draw out more meaning since the script reads almost like a poem, each scene full of meaning. However, Minh-ha is very critical of the script and clearly states that the film itself is the more important aspect:

"a very important aspect of my scripts, which is that these scripts were not written before the film was made. They were mostly written during the shooting and during the editing... It is important to keep in mind that the script is no more than a kind of skeleton. It is like a dead skin that the film leaves behind once it is completed."

So, I don't think that I can really conclude too much from just the text. But I do find it overall to be a well balanced way of looking at the situation. There are so many different groups and so many factors, the identity of exploiter/exploited and other binaries just get in the way of understanding.

I'd like to see this film.

Question: Why did Minh-ha pick Senegal of all places? The only connection that I can see is her Vietnamese background which has a similar French colonial influence.

Fundraising to go back in time and get George Bush pre-emptively aborted

2006-03-27T20:50:00.000-08:00

build me a time machine!!!

it would be a purdy simple matter of consciounse. Also I'm talking about GWB Sr. aka king georgey porgey 1st, because that would be more helpful to the sandanistas and the east timorese and heck, iraqis and iranians in the 1980s that died due to USA support of saddam.

abortion. abortion. abortion. abortion. abortion. abortion. abortion. abortion. abortion. abortion. abortion. abortion. abortion. abortion. abortion. abortion. abortion. abortion. abortion. abortion. abortion. abortion. abortion. abortion. abortion. abortion. abortion. abortion. abortion. abortion. abortion. abortion. abortion. abortion. abortion.

abortion.

whateva treva.
we have reached our goal and fundraised 65$ trillion dollars, 65 years worth.

I don't know why that guy...

hell yes, you do so know!

I think eugenics is creepy. Managing death isn't really ok in our fucketed up culture. death traps speeding along the highways. euthenasia. youth in asia? use a condom and don't be so poooor.

Wymmns need to make their own choices you know. In case you didn't notice!

"Duh! just in case."
"Nu huh, Obviously..."

Individuals always above the collective. Rule by majority after all. Minority rights are humans rights.

"Just ask the king for permission from God."

As we all are beleivers, I see no moral dilemna in you getting an ah-borts-shun:

"go.!."

...forth and fucky-sucky. But for God's sake don't get preggers. We don't need more starving orphans. We have enough trouble as it is feeding these ones to Detroit.

2006-03-12T00:02:00.000-08:00

BEGIN THEDATE

I already know but I don't know what to do about it. There is a war on and somebody needs to stop it. I've fought mack against authority. I know how to deal with complexity. I know how to naviagate the world af infinite perspectives.

So do all of them, I think. So why aren't they standing up?

The truth of yourself is always with you but it is the easiest part to forget. I don't think so.

War, War, War.

Simple this time.

Repetitive Music is God

2006-03-09T22:43:00.000-08:00

Repetitive Music is God - Review Pop Music v. Multiples: Phil Smith
by 0018922

I liked going to raves when I was a teenager. I liked to dance to House, Trance, Breakbeat and whatever music. I still listen to a lot of electronic music. What is the purpose of this music?
Well, if you look around at animals, plants, the stars or the sun, you tend to notice that in our real life time is cyclical rather than linear. The linear perspective is mostly a human viewpoint.

So, the whole critique of repetitive music rings very hollow to me. I don't think any death instinct or reflection of late commodity capitalism is really very likely. I surely think about such cultural theories when I get into a trance like state with repetitive music. The music itself does not suggest it. Music is repetitive and allows me to think clearly. Other times it is distracting. There is more significance in the medium of recorded delivery, which automates and repeats consumption, than the content of this art. Recording takes away human intimacy and that can be isolating. Perhaps 'inhuman' repetitive music is a compensation for this.

If you look at other areas of art, the visual, objects... then repetition is a more significant aesthetic issue and can be grouped by that characteristic. It is not 'natural' in biologically essentialist terms to repeat the same picture in the same way with a printing press. It is 'natural' to use the same sound or word repeatedly. Look at this page of writing. How many of the exact same words do I use over and over again? My use of the word "is" is surely indicative of my death instinct? I reject the application of Freud to music culture theory.

It would be an extremely difficult task to make music without repetition. It would not be possible unless you defy most all musical conventions including rhythm and chorus. Dialogue about repetitive music ought to seriously distinguish normal music from abnormally repetitive computer music. In such computer output the repetition itself serves as the 'musicality' that distinguishes this 'music' from 'noise' or ambient sound.

But, we didn't get to listen to much Kraftwerk. And we never listened Orbital.

The focus of the talk was on pop music, which is generally quite far from the robot music that can seriously be classified as repetitive as a distinguishing rather than normal feature. The only example we were given was Donna Summer's I feel love. Still, the obviously organic sexual character of the singers voice, not even looped, was terribly important to this being mainstream.

Phil Smith's talk was mostly about copying of music, sampling, covering and the sharing of ideas between people. Musical creation is a collective not individual act. That specific authentic originality is a disingenuous trope. But we didn't talk about copyright. Too pithy. It's not about repetition so much.

I liked the music that was played. However, I know a thing or two about music myself, I'm a bit of an esoteric musicphile. I don't think the music played as example served as a good frame or model to examine repetition. There were 3 possible topics and none were chosen clearly:

1. robot repetitive music such as a loop of a door slamming or something equally absurd
2. the influence of such music [mentioned in #1] on pop music; the creeping technology is sinister because instead of being critical or ironic, it's simply the background to the Britney Spears. The dialogue of the academic art music is dropped.
3. copyright issues: musical sharing, and the social position of music in our culture as a tool of communication. You can't write a song that's never been sung.

It seems that this presentation was mostly about 2, though claiming to be un-naive about 1, yet only really having any conclusions of relevance to 3. He connected ABBA and Madonna, Memphis Minnie to the Beastie Boys, and showed us how invariably referential music is. A more narrow focus would have better served the presentation, and given more of an arguement. The idea of a repetitive society wasn't really connected to remixed music.

Rather than pick on repetition, which may be like picking on all music at once, we ought to just pick on the commercialised pop music system. It force feeds musical paradigms in a way which disempowers the listen from being able to talk, to own the language. Entire genres are passed over for a more simplistic understanding. However, filesharing on the internet may expose these genre's to the mainstream, penetrate the episteme, by killing pop music. Hopefully.

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I was listening to Blondie's Parallel Lines (Darkside_RG), and Annie dj kicks. Both were downloaded off the internet for free using Bittorrent and on random mixed playback on my computer as I wrote this.

Phil Smith. "Pop Music v. Multiples: Re-mix/Re-model." Art History 333. Interdisciplinary Forums: Studies in Contemporary Praxis. Emily Carr Institute, 2 March 2006.
Darkside_RG. "Darkside Ripping Group." Anonymous illegal filesharing brand name. 9 March 2006. http://www.torrentbox.com/account-details.php?id=81446

Brian Jungen Exhibit Review

2006-03-02T22:36:00.000-08:00

Brian Jungen Exhibit Review
by 0018922

Good God, everybody loves Brian Jungen right now. I sure wish I wasn't so boring, but I love him too. This exhibit, it was a chance for me to see in person many of the works that I had heard described and in photographs over the years. I've been a fan since I took an aboriginal [NDN] art history class with Dana Claxton. His humour is unmistakable, as is his approachability, and polished aesthetic.

I went to the show on the members opening night and it was packed - literally - the lobby of the Vancouver Art Gallery was like a crowded summer concert: lot's of students. And of course, Jungen did graduate from Emily Carr; he has lots of local fans.

His body of work is very relevant to the themes of this multiples course. Not all of his works are multiples, but most of them question what is unique, or betray it. I see him using the products of our mass production society, consumer products, as if they were the raw materials of nature used by NDNs in bygone days. His work is conceptually genius. This was the first overview collection of all his works.

A great example of this is the 'teepee' made specifically for this exhibition in the gallery out of black leather sofas. The process was helpfully documented in a 20 minute silent video. The furniture piece was slit open, gutted and skinned, as would a buffalo, one can imagine. All parts of the sofas were used, just as all parts of the animal might be as part of a spiritual reverence. The bones of the sofa, the wooden frame, is rebuilt into the tent poles and pegs that fasten the doorway. Actually, he might not have used and sofa stuffing or springs. Or maybe they were cushions inside? The smell of the piece was excellently gross, it permeated the whole room like a yuppie furniture shop.

The shoes are his most famous bit, entitled Prototype for New Understanding. These were nice to see in person, displayed in cases as if anthropological artefact. I noticed he used some rivets in construction. There are 23 of them, the number of Michael Jordan that was frequently embroidered on the original Nike Air Jordans that begot the 90s sneaker phenomenon. Jordan is said to have purchased one of the masks.

I noticed he left the pricetag labels on the lawnchairs. This was for the gigantic whale sculptures, all 3 of which - Shapeshifter (2000), Cetology (2002) and Vienna (2003) - were hung as if floating weightlessly. These are imposing pretences, revellers tended to hang around them. The VAG children's section focused on these and the material connection. Fossil fuels are used in the plastic chairs and in the fossil whale skeleton represented.

I liked being able to see the cedar wood warehouse palettes. This is a sort of inverse of the tepee conceptually. By using fine red cedar as this waste material packaging product, he uses NDN natural materials to create consumable items. The difference from this and a normal palette is it is even more fine wood than normal and it is finished so beautifully. A very sad and stirring piece simply about waste.

The wall carving one was great. He had researched what non-native people would draw as typically 'Indian' representations. The typical stereotypes of a tepee, a canoe, a tomahawk and a crude totem were displayed next to a beer and Lysol bottle drawing. These crude images were carved into the pristine white gallery walls with a plunge router. It was like real archaeology how you could see the layers of colour in between the layers of white paint; I knew one layer was certainly the massive change exhibit [which I hated] and that was exciting to give a sense of place. The reversal here was of the question 'who is primitive?' Clearly the non-native carvings were base.

Those were the more successful pieces. For others, I'm not sure about how effective the concepts are without the little write up plaque to explain. I went in with a lot of stories in my head already. Many don't need the explanation, such as the shoes, they are intriguing just to look at and understand in that way.

The pile of cafeteria trays on a palette was conceptually intriguing but without the write up was a bit weak. This one is about prisons and inside it is a TV hidden. It's a great story when you know it but the TV is too well hidden and with his refined cedar freight palette supporting the stack it just looks like a material form.

I thought the baseball bat talking sticks could have been better displayed they were a bit didactic. They are a bit American. Hockey sticks might work better up here? Or is that too Molson?

Finally, the Beer Cooler (2002) was again a stage of natural interactive conceptual performance. This it was displayed, it was guarded. An imposing gallery guard, just for the finely carved plastic beer cooler said we could open and look inside but not take a beer. A friend of mine got into an argument with him about that and even called on one of the co-curator types who agreed that Jungen's intent that the beer was meant to be drunk and spoil the environment of the gallery. But I guess the guard really felt his duty was to protect the beer.

Jungen's NDN themes are always a bit of a joke. He references the traditional but also mocks it by being only vague in presentation. Some of the Nike masks resemble Darth Vader, not any specific traditional mythology. Not really being accurate he plays with stereotype.
He doesn't call himself a 'native artist' because what he makes is for the display case or gallery and not ceremonial integrated social usage. On the other hand, even this is a critical stance because maybe he is critical of how we know NDN art mostly through museums and sterilised from its cultural context. Art or Artefact?

I think his work is very hot right now as the politics of NDNs is coming to enter the popular consciousness. We will see a lot more NDN/hybrid art in the future and this will be good: the Vancouver airport versions of Bill Reid and our $20 bill. Like in New Zealand, those are offensive to some NDNs not because of the art itself, but because of the simulation it provides of a just integrated society. In fact we still have NDN Reserves with apartheid like racial legal divisions, extreme poverty among many aboriginal communities, and mostly live on illegally occupied unresolved land claims land. And the NDN wars aren't over if you look at examples close to home of Oka, Gustafsen lake, Cheam, Sun Peaks, or up near Squamish the Elaho. So representing to tourists with token high priced aboriginal our political correctness is a falsehood.
Jungen through all of this portrays a sense of humour. He exhibits the 'trickster spirit' and thus I would certainly classify him as among the great NDN artists of this land.

"Award Winners and Nominees - 2002." Sobey Art Award. The Sobey Art Foundation. 01 Mar. 2006
<http://www.sobeyartaward.ca/winners/2002.htm>

"Brian Jungen." Vancouver Art Gallery. 01 Mar. 2006

mid term exam

2006-03-01T21:26:00.000-08:00

mid term exam
cultural theory
emily carr institution
teacher: p c
student: r b a
#0018922
01/03/06

1 Define Ideological State Apparatus (ISA) and Repressive State Apparatus (RSA)

The RSA is the system of force which ensures people co-operate with the state. This system includes the police, the army, jailers, others in the justice system, other security personal primarily as obvious wielders of force. Aside from that one might include other forms of physical coercion such as food control, land control, movement control. The welfare office that limits food subsidy based on agreement with whatever requirements the state has in place, such as demonstrated need or citizenship. The border guards and passport offices, immigration officers. Banks too may perhaps be considered, given their subordinate role with the state [even if they are private] at limiting who can have money and how. Also, the threat of force is really more important than its use.

The ISA is an even more open ended creature and could in some ways apply to all producers of culture that that tacitly support the state, maybe even aboriginal artists who accept money from the state and allow their ideas to give ideological merit to the state. Althusser's list is quite long, including institutions of religion, education, legal, family, political and policy, trade union, communications media, and finally arts and culture. These groups form ideologies which make people believe that whatever laws or repressive measures the state employs are necessary for whatever reason. They make people believe they have no choice, or in a consumer society, that their field of choice does not include changing important foundations of state power or class.

Who introduced these ideas?

Althusser talked about ISA and RSA specifically and defined ISA in that essay in 1968. Gramsci was very influential in emphasising Ideology as coercive. Marx and Engels introduced the ideas of ideology as superstructure to the academic discourse. Certainly they were floating around since the beginning of civilisation when the oppressed noticed that the army and the church were very powerful when they walked hand in hand. Of course, if you want to be sticky about giving the famous men the credit, previous criticisms of the church before the enlightenment were fundamentally different because the nation state as it now exists had yet to come into being.

Differentiate:

The difference between ISA and RSA comes down to method and purpose, though both are intertwined. The RSA is focused on using force, though it may also play a deterrent role it is kind of the backup, reaction to disobedience. The ISA is about negotiating to make the subject see that they are better off co-operating. The ISA is more important and effective because Repression is seen to be unsustainable. But, if people believe in co-operation with the state then small amounts of repression to correct the errant few can be sustained.

You can fool all of the people some of the time and you can fool some of the people all of the time.

Significance:

The significance of the ISA and RSA is an articulation of the position that opposes the state fundamentally, as being coercive. It is also a good excuse for why simple revolutions of the past have not been successful, why 'the people' do not just rise up when it would seem apparent that they should and could. The ISA is the significant part of the understanding because it is more complex and less understood.

The problem with such outlooks as the ISA is that they tend to oversimplify in black and white terms, allowing for an ironically very totalitarian individualistic outlook, rather than social co-operation. In a plural society people must have incongruent ideas, but it is easy to label education and behaviour that is not in agreement with the subject as ideological, whereas the subject of the author is necessarily objective. The ISA gives agency to the state where there had been none articulated. This has been useful ironically not in revolutionary movements so much as revolutionary reform movements such as anti-racism movements in the USA, where the state was forced to take responsibility for the treatment of 'the other' in schools and public spaces which may have been previously seen by liberals as a laissez-faire realm of social interaction.

It is damaging however to over assign to the state responsibility for all ideology and thought. While of course the state may benefit from an episteme, it is not always the author. Patriarchy for example may be bigger than the state. Smaller scale useful actions of community building are often left out of all this high minded empires and revolutions talk. These local realities are very often infinitely more important and the only real strategy for addressing the macro scale after all. The simplification of us-and-them that ironically is articulated in the ISA concept may splinter local communities and not allow for the important resistance that happens there.

2 Strengths and Weakness' of Barthes Myth Today semiology concept:

Barthes concept of semiology is that myths are understandable by dividing them into the underlying structure of the language or texts [which can be in any medium, such as image] that make them up. The sign and the signifier combine to make the signified. Myths are kind of like signs in French. His idea of myth is, as in English, a story. Rather, certain singular objects, the sign, contain reference to a cultural story, that may be hidden and assumed. This is about exposing ideology in everyday discourse.

His semiological system was an attempt at finding a standardised methodology for analysing cultural phenomena. However, since then, semiology has proved to be subjective and not an objective science. This despite Barthes desire to found a science. It is a social science, or maybe not even that objective, as the methodology is subjective dialogue, not repeatable experiment.
The strengths of the concept is that it devises a language for talking about these things in a more standardised way. By isolating the essence of various concept, the function of the signifier can be articulated somewhat more universally in a sign. I would not have understood the thing about the black soldier on the cover of this French magazine but Barthes goes into it in a way which is quite didactic and less controversial since you can point to specific assumptions he makes in the formula and argue the point but overall there is a sort of way to share the culturally subjective discourse.

The weakness is that the 3 terms are totally confusing and sound like the same word. Perhaps they make more sense in French. This contradicts his purpose of using this system to compare myths across language, given that semiology resonates with a French audience more than an English one. The weakness is also that the method is too open to subjectivity so that many will dismiss the entire method before engaging the differentiated components. So, it fails to be more objective, just a kind of removed academic language.

Lastly, as others have pointed out, signs and myths cannot be reduced to singular ideas. While he does acknowledge layers of signification and the duality of a sign also being a signifier, he builds this into a hierarchy. In truth, many signification contradict, overlap, or just don't conform to the structure of hierarchy. Signs may have entirely different meanings in the same context, based on individual complexity. Complexity and plurality are inescapable aspects of our culture. So an atomistic look at relationships is too limiting.

3 What is the Mirror Stage

The mirror stage is when a child develops and is maybe 6 months old, but that doesn't matter too much since it is a metaphor in an inevitable stage of development. The idea is that the child sees herself in the mirror and gets his understanding of his/her self versus others by this. The self is alienated by the by the symmetrical inhuman mirror and later alienated by our oppressive society. This fragments the self so that dreams will reveal our true unconscious repressed desires.

Some interesting animal psychology leads us to believe that the mirror can substitute for the vision of the other that is necessary for sexual development.

Who is responsible for this term

Lacan is responsible for this term. I somehow doubt he worked with children all that much. He bases a lot on Freud.

Is this, and how is it, relevant to your own understanding of self

The thing about Freud and Lacan, is that they are totally nuts themselves. But, through intuition, observation and luck, a lot of what they say has a certain resonant truth. Many of the ideas are absurd and bad prescriptions: like Oedipus, overemphasis on dreams and mirrors. But, they do illuminate certain unreasonable behaviours that are typical, and provide advice as to approach that is sometimes useful, sometimes off putting, always entertaining [if it doesn't go on too long]. Vagina Dentata is a great image, even if it hasn't anything scientific about it.

I was a bit of a lonely kid at times and stared in the mirror or played games with myself and the mirror. This maybe has contributed to how I am shy and gaze without interacting. Maybe there is some utility in the idea of mirrors. Certainly, by interacting with inhuman curiosities like mirrors, TV or computers, healthy social skills are not developed. On the other hand, spending energy worrying about mirrors is not likely to help you spend time realising your full psychic potential.

4 How do Foucault's concepts of authorship challenge convention? apply to ECI.

Foucault undermines the idea that authorship matters supremely. He wants to get away from questions authenticity and fame in writing and more to the substance of the text. He talks about how authorship changes when somebody dies, how we often look at a text to try and find the intent of the author rather than its effect on us. Also, how we suffer for our art is supposed to lend more authenticity to its creation and this implies moral ideologies of suffering that are somewhat religious.

Foucault tries to deconstruct authorship. I think this is a commendable exercise. However, I think by being so relativistic about it he overlooks some of the more concrete reasoning to challenge the notion of author. he goes on and on about how names are important or not important, how fame can effect things and such. However, he doesn't get into the reality of ideas being copied as natural and inevitable, as much as he could. For example the term ISA. Who is the author? It depends on how complete the idea is expected to be before you cut-off the concept and say: "It was him."

Foucault was not very effective at dismantling the idea of author because most people read his stuff about authorship more because it is him who said it, not because it is instructive. So that's ironic.

As a creative person who is told that what I do is original and unique, I have often doubted the nature of authorship. Putting two things together that you got from others can be the stroke of genius, even if the two parts by themselves required a lot more authoring than did the haphazard combination which may be luck. Sometimes I doubt the possibility of original thought, given our shared perspective and creation of meaning. My own perspective is different sure, but it is fundamentally the same to 6 billion others. I doubt I am all that unique. The concrete idea of property and copyright and patents is not explored very thoroughly but as a semi-Marxist, ought to be a more underlying perspective.

I think it would be a lot more challenging and interesting to look at authorship in more real terms and less general. I find Foucaults philosophical approach ironically less philosophically deep than when I look at this concept on my own and discover real history of this stuff. It exposes whatever Foucault said but a lot more too. When we look at pre-contact aboriginal societies, the NDNs [here in BC] tell us that they didn't have private land but did have private spiritual name songs. The issues of private property and public being paramount, I would rather look at history than 1960s grandiose theoreticians. The truth is stranger than fiction, after all. He does focus on discourse, so he does point at what will be more useful than just staying within his own framework.

Here at ECI, the implications of authorship are quite important though they are often overlooked, despite Foucault being part of the mandatory curriculum. It seems that the paradigm of the modern artist taught at this school, especially when one looks at cutting edge conceptual art, practically is branding and marketing. Artists are individuals who are 'content-producers.' In a digital age, we may not actually produce the content, merely design it and then subcontract or press 'GO' on the computer. We become the vanguard of copyright and patent private property extension and enclosure. That guy who trademarked a certain colour of blue may have been trying to be ironic, but he paved the way for Pepsi to follow suit.
There are also many artists who realise the danger of totally and completely turning art and all its ideas into a commodity. The alternatives are yet to be explored. There is the past, which provides many alternatives. However, the teaching and futurists all point to expansion of intellectual private property in law and business.

I think that Foucaults ideas are very relevant to ECI but more sensible modern interpretations of this rapidly changing field are more relevant than his particular diatribe.

As they said in the very old days: "You can't write a song that's never been sung."

Althusser, Louis. "Ideology and the Ideological State Apparatus," 1970
Barthes, Roland. "Myth Today," Mythologies, 1972
Lacan, Jacques. "The Mirror Stage," Écrits: A Selection, 1977
Foucault, Michel. "What is an Author?" (1969), Art in Theory, 1992

Postmodernism, The Cultural Logic of Late Capitalism

2006-03-01T21:21:00.000-08:00

Frederic Jameson, from Postmodernism, The Cultural Logic of Late Capitalism
by russlle Aadms Bukre

Well, he came to a conclusion I agreed with, eventually. I don't know how he got there, but he did. Along the way Jameson used - in typical cultural theorist fashion - all sorts of confusing unneeded words. Let's look at those first: [from wikipedia, wiktionary and google of course]
millenarianism - mostly related to Christian apocalyptic beliefs, it can also be in reference to a theory of inevitable progress and utopia, such as Marxism

coupure - cut, in French
monad - lots of meanings. About numbers? Possibly the philosopher Leibniz's ideas are relevant; a monad is his metaphysical model for a kind of atom of perspective that has appetite and perception. Whatever that is.
anomie - a kind of melancholy because of a lack of rules or values, but similar to anarchy in that it is active
durée - duration
diachronic [vs. synchronic] - not at the same time, versus at the same time. In philosophy of the mind: an immediate conscious awareness in a short time, like a tenth of a second. Also used in linguistics about how ideas change over time.
putative - "commonly believed to be true on inconclusive grounds" [wiktionary]
sinité - I don't know, either related to sin or a place in Bulgaria. Sinity is a term used in a footnote to Barthes, Myth Today, connected to the word sininess, which is a neologism coined by French occupiers, to describe China and the cultural norms they saw as morally inferior.
hermeneutic - hermeneutics is "the study or theory of the methodical interpretation of text, especially holy texts," so hermeneutic must be the singular?
praxis - "The practical application of any branch of learning." Also, "Custom or established practice"
lumber room - a room where you store excess furniture for later use in a fancy British house
mimesis - a term with a lot of baggage in art criticism. It's about imitating or mimicking. It's an idea in art that usually applies to a kind of realism, or an illusion of the real. Plato and Aristotle contrasted it with diegesis, in drama or writing, which means tell instead of show. Mimesis was once considered a synonym for Art, when you represent nature realistically. In modern art mimesis might mean it was not abstract enough. It's interesting to think that what is popular now is a hybrid, the first person TV narrative, that's both show and tell.
[I put sinité, coupure, anomie, and durée into the altavista.babelfish French to English translator and got, "sinity cut saddle-oyster duration"]

Well, I get the sense that this is a dated document. Isn't that a neat criticism of Post-modernism. Apparently it's written in 1991, not long after I predicted. The bit about "the end of this or that," seems to refer to when history was supposed to have died [in 1989!].

There are a lot of artists' ideas referenced I'm not familiar with: Godard, Heidegger, Macherey, Nam June Paik, Fernard Léger, Antonioni's Blowup, and DePalma's Blowout. On the other hand it's a nice list for interesting stuff to lookup another day.

Lists a bunch of artists that he considers modern, and those that are post modern. I don't agree with his categorisations, and he really doesn't prove that there is a fundamental change or break from the previous era. Warhol and Philip Glass are traditionalists, compared to a lot that is contemporary. I don't think individual style is waning at all. Quite the opposite, this is an individualistic era. Neither are we "liberated from anxiety." Random cannibalisation is old as the moon.

Lot's of people reject the split between modern and post modern nowadays.

He talks about space overcoming time but I don't think that's true. Space certainly is a buzzword these days. And time may have changed, it isn't natural but digital now.

I do think that his definition of simulacrum, the "copy for which no original has ever existed" is more practical than Baudrillard's.

He is right in that history is different as nostalgia and reproduction of historical imagery is consumed.

I like how he says our understanding of meaning is like a sentence: it can become disordered. It's a good metaphor but his point is still wrong. That's not a uniquely postmodern condition.
His observations about schizophrenia are different than what I think the disease actually is, I think he's misusing the word, or being arrogant in drawing supposed medical fact from an anecdote. However he is right that the situation quoted to us could easily be seen in positive terms as a drug enduced fantastic voyage.

The idea of difference. I dunno. blah.

The bit about technology is good. Computers and TVs don't show us their function the way steamengines do. "different demands on our capacity" is a good way to put it. I think he really is on to something when he looks at the unimaginable complexity of "whole [systems of] technology." I've thought about that a lot, in relation to computers. Our interconnectedness may one day [theoretically] allow us all to share ALL of the knowledge that has ever been written, we are all able to be Prometheus and god. But it is totally impossible for any individual to understand, we've outgrown our own comprehension. Even now a microchip is unimaginably complex such that no individual could ever hope to reproduce or represent one accurately.
When he talks about cities it's like he's talking about this great exciting potential topic, urban space and bicycles! [bicycles, bicycles, bicycles... did you notice my email address?] but he doesn't go anywhere with it. Except... He ends with maps. I think maps are a great idea. Borges wrote about the map that covered the entire empire. We need our own maps and to share them and that's empowering. No more imperial maps. let's get post-modern!

What is an Author?

2006-03-01T21:15:00.000-08:00

What is an Author? by me, not Michel Foucault
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"Michel Foucaut, where did you go? Are you the author of this thing or not?" Sezzaye.
"I am dead, yet I am immortal. I am the opposite of a genius. What I am doing is hiding from you the conversation and discourse that was happening in the year 1968. I'm impeding free circulation. You will read only what I say and the hidden histories not signified by me will be erased." Sezzee.
Well now that the author is dead, do we really care who wrote it? Yes, the mystery of the victim's identity must be solved. It is a question of law and order!
The author is dead. The reader is dead. Althusser is dead. God is dead? What a bunch of stiffs!
So, the woman was left and she came into the room and looked at the row of four bodies laid out. She peeked under the first blanket that was covering the author's face [the blanket is the sign, signifying the dead of the individual underneath of it].
"So, writing finally got you - in the end - did it?" Sezzuhr...
"You can't keep putting off life, see where your quest for immortality led you?
Never mind that, I'll crack this case. [a safe is obliquely referred to though in reality it is about Police/Detective stereotype 'casework' a.k.a. reliure En français]
So she sat down and invented a computer that would write a book for Everybody and share it with the world, sans authur [en francais].

Foucault is supposed to be radical how he challenges the idea of authorship. He challenges our ideas of name and famousness also. However, I think he doesn't go very far and ought to look at the basic level of materialism, as would a Marxist. Copyright, Trademark and Patents are all very important issues and give legal standing to the ownership of ideas and the authorship of texts. However, he doesn't mention that stuff. He stays away from the real and keeps to the philosophical and less dangerous terrain. His focus is mostly on discourse, but who is he, the author of this text talking to?

I do think the philosophical angle can be interesting too: is it even possible to have an original idea? I think not really. As an artist/creative type I'm often told what I say or produce is original or unique. But, I feel that all of my ideas come from outside of me and how I arrange them is really all that I author. Even that turns out to be a copy sometimes - I realise - after the fact. As a child I composed some music from tunes in my head onto the computer, yet these melodies were easily identified pop music when I recently re-heard them.

The New Keywords text has an interesting write up on the etymology of 'copy.' Copying comes from copious and only in modern times has it meant a diminutive, inauthentic characteristic. Authentic is related to authorship is it not?

But, the non-philosophical issues of copyright and authorship are more interesting to me. Let's have a discourse about things we can act on, not just think about! Truth is revealed in curious circumstances. The Aboriginal issues of private property ownership are quite intriguing. It seems that in Salish traditions from this part of the world land was owned in a fairly public sense by groups but certain songs and names were private individual property. The economy of this ownership was spiritual more than commercial. Still, names were of economic material value in weddings and other ceremony.

If it wasn't for the aboriginal history I would be an anti-copyright zealot because in computers, intellectually private property is unnecessary and divisive. I see the extension of intellectual private property as a modern enclosure movement that threatens to cause loss of freedom and oppression on a scale greater possibly even than the industrial revolution and the land enclosure [fencing off] movement. However, maybe I'm wrong and the aboriginal idea of private songs is a better one.

I'm not too keen on Foucault because he muddles the issue rather than enlightens. I think he makes some great points about challenging authorship but his ideas are behind the rapidly changing realities. I don't think ownership of ideas and restriction or censorship of them is good for society. However, his desire to do away with the individual voice lacks a sense of what people want. I think the Aboriginal private intellectual property was about preserving a distinct identity because it is important. Similarly, modern gender, sex, anti-racist and other movements have fostered a healthy focus on personal identity. It is important for our psychological well being to not feel faceless.

That said, identity can get too individually focused and there certainly is a lot of commercial exploitation of the 'niche' markets.

If it makes no difference who is speaking, why did he write his name to his essay?

Parolin Products

2006-02-27T22:48:00.000-08:00

Parolin Products: Maria Anna Parolin, Lecture Review.
by 0018922

Maria Anna Parolin is an artist working with multiples in various contexts who delivered a lecture on her artwork and practice. She is a printmaker, and I know her from the plate lithography course that she taught here at Emily Carr two years ago. Her presentation was less a conceptual argument than an artist's talk. She presented her work to let it speak to us, rather than her for it. Her practice being generally print and paper making, with also a strong conceptual element. She focused on the idea of the multiple, the idea of detail in a vast world of multiples, and various aspects of our multiple society such as business, depression and invasive species.

Since her presentation was so purely descriptive, we need to look to the two background readings she presented to see the ideological underpinnings. The Baudrillard writing, Simulacra and Simulations, is a confusing one. It starts off with a statement from Ecclesiastes, "[simulacrum] is the truth which conceals that there is none. The simulacrum is true." This paradoxical statement is not more easily understood by looking up the word, simulacrum: it means an "image or representation," or "a faint trace or semblance; as, a simulacrum of hope" [wiktionary]. Basically, the word is very similar to simulation, but with more emphasis on the image. As the two words are hard to distinguish from one another, so is the language of Baudrillard intentionally confusing, the idea of truth is challenged.

Throughout his essay, Baudrillard is constantly building up elaborate pyramid schemes of a conspiratorial nature, then quickly dismissing them as merely one perspective that is no less true or false than the alternate mundane explanation. He talks about Disneyland a "hyperreal" unreality, of Main Street America, yet this colourful faux street is an illusion for children. The cartoon childishness conceals the intention of being a place where adults get to act like children, but also to hide how it is normal for them to act like children, as if this were the only place. Then when one leaves the Disneyland Park grounds with it's charismatic manufactured busyness we are confronted by the stark inhumane parking lot with isolated complex automotive machines. And the delusion goes even further, when we see how all of America is alike with its malls and parking lots. So, Disneyland is just the same and no more an illusion than anywhere else.
Similarly, Baudrillard attacks the truth of radical political realities. He looks at a communist political revolutionary group that is dealing with the ideology of power. Yet, this group may have a co-opted discourse if they are part of the system and their rebellion only symbolic. He examines multiple perspectives on the truth of the conspiracy to overthrow power or maintain it and finds that all perspectives are equally true and equally false. The end of his essay is a cynical footnote about buying the vote in what he sarcastically describes as 'more advanced' Athens.

Baudrillard's message is one of confusion, of total imaginary and imagery saturation. Borges is less desolate, by talking about the desert he humorously illuminates the paradoxes of a map so big that it covers the entire surface of the empire, one and the same, the artefact of empire being real or reproduction? After reading these two absurd writers, I feel lost, without direction. Is the map real? Baudrillard seems to be referencing Borges map but is a lot less humorous. I think Borges is a bit more sophisticated still because laughter is more complex than tragedy.

Parolin does not have a clear direction in her art that I can see, except her method. She is printmaking and doing it all by hand, highly detailed. What she produces she brands as her 'Products,' an embrace of mass production. Yet there is irony in all her work, her labour intensive printing process is not cheap production at all. In the material she chooses we see truth and paradox: paper and anti-depressant. Knowing lithography, I know the detail and inhuman dedication to that truth of the finite, yet the impossibility of perfection. The lithographer learns a physical appreciation of the role of the machine. It reproduces more exactly than the human can yet never with the same care and reality of detail; a human can fix or finesse to correct for error, while the machine has specifiable parameters and does not see the flaws except as another number.

In our alienating mass society depression is common, as are anti-depressants. However I don't think that is the sole focus of her paper and pills. The pills are revered; we awe at their power yet printing into paper is an arbitrary circumstance. That randomness is the post-modern bit. The control of all variables can't hide the lack of control. Her invading species is similarly about a certain lack of control, the beauty of chaos.

Her conceptual focus is that control of complexity issue, and the impossibility of control. It's how the individual is lost in mass production, even as she is the master of it able to finely hand craft that which seems inhuman.

After all that work, she invites rich CEOs with a coupon for her Product. Busyness and lack of control of our time - the most valuable of resources - is apparent. In this, Borges' tricky humour is at play. The powerful CEO who has the power over a mass of people, a mass of production, is given a coupon to her fine art. In an artist run gallery her commercial exploitation of the hand craft is underlined by controlling those CEOs who are such expert commercial exploiters.

Her work is probably better presented not by herself, because she is too sincere and honest about her confusion in our era. People need to be explained the concept. Confusion may be apparent by immersion, but not artistically appreciated. I recall her description of working with a master lithographer in Italy and all the variables such as humidity and sunlight that come into rolling that slab. Others without that story I don't think will feel the terrible irony of hand lithographing cheap packaging in multiple colours. And that may be the point. Control or out-of-control, we can never appreciate all that goes into the materials we consume in our interconnected society. If we try we're confused, we're consumed ourselves. Despite our grand post-modern narratives and technologies, we are all still at the whim of nature which can reproduce better; it reproduces us.

Baudrillard, Jean. "Simulacra and Simulations." Stanford History and Philosophy of Science and Technology website. From Jean Baudrillard, "Selected Writings." ed. Mark Poster, Stanford; Stanford University Press, 1988, 166-184. (15 February 06) http://www.stanford.edu/.../Baudrillard_Simulacra.html
Borges, Jose Luis. "On Exactitude in Science." Washington University in St. Louis website. From Jorge Luis Borges, "Collected Fictions." Translated by Andrew Hurley, Penguin, 1999. (15 February 06) http://www.artsci.wustl.edu/.../stories.html
Parolin, Maria Anna. "Parolin Products." Art History 333. Interdisciplinary Forums: Studies in Contemporary Praxis. Emily Carr Institute, 9 Feb. 2006.
Wiktionary. "Simulacrum." A Wikimedia Project. (16 February 06) http://en.wiktionary.org/wiki/simulacrum

Clones in Our Lifetime

2006-02-27T22:34:00.000-08:00

Copies: Review of Catherine Anderson "Clones in Our Lifetime" Lecture.
By 0018922

From movies, we gain a shallow understanding. The Island, a recent film, portrays a micro colony of post-apocalyptic survivors. It is a near utopia, but the governance and purpose of the group is mysterious. Eventually we learn that the protagonist and his whole world are clones. They are kept in this distopia which effectively functions as a warehouse of human "product," clones reserved for the very rich should they one day require a new organ or whatnot. The story becomes a story of Exodus and the clones/subhumans/slaves are eventually led to full humanity through emancipation. The moral predicament is surprising not for it's unique modernity but as it is an ancient story of exodus underneath, the morality is no different with clones than it is with slaves or any other class of the oppressed.

Catherine Anderson came to speak to us on behalf of the provincial genetics science education mandate. Cloning is such an overhyped issue, overused in Hollywood. It is a fashionable topic. We see that in the stories of people jumping the bandwagon on false human cloning news reports.

In reality, the technology of cloning is unlikely to be so simple. Our sexual biological paradigm is inherently against cloning. Sex is understood through evolutionary biology to be important primarily as it ensures diversity. Genetic diversity is necessary for large populations that won't constantly be brought down by plague. Cloning is a strategy used in biology rarely and in moderate amounts. It is simply too unnatural, too unsafe, for there to be large human populations of clones. It would not be sustainable. So the moral and ethical issues are partly pre-determined by nature. No is the answer. Realistically there are a plethora of ideas surrounding genetic engineering that are a lot more interesting to me and a lot more likely to challenge us. Yet somehow, we parcel up these ideas, and those ideas, into dramatically isolated topics. Perhaps this is due to the dramatic necessities of the motion picture arts; a more broad perspective is likely to yield understanding.

Obviously individuals should be treated as persons. But what about pigs grown with human organs? In many instances it is a simple case of technology being used for good or evil. Depending on circumstance, it's easy to imagine both good or evil consequences. Likewise, with a 'technology' such as a chair or a gun: I can use either for socially constructive or destructive aims. The morality is not in the object, but in the act or the politics. Obviously, a gun is easier to use for evil, and so deciding what technologies are widely available is a priority.

Politics is very central, therefore, as that is what this all boils down to. Social justice allows for just solutions to new problems, or rather often the same old problems in new forms. Our world is full of new types of problems. While there may be religious or traditionalist types who would like to turn back the clock and close the pandora's box of knowledge that technologies like genetic manipulation bring to us, it is impossible. It's a pandora's box after all. Politics is always central and the questions of playing God with our genes are more scary because we as a species have a terrible record of cooperating. Our Political History is a long endless list of wars about simple old problems. How can one expect more in facing complex new misunderstood problems?

Yet even Catherine, in her presentation, didn't know about the patenting of genes of Aboriginals or many such questions which are already in the public imagination. The goal of education, claimed by the body she represents under the BC government, is noble. Yet, how can they claim to be educating people when they are blind to the most dramatic signposts in the political debate? Hello colonialism! By feigning the impossible objectivity she is taking a stance; apolitical is a political stance.

The ethics oversight board is the only concept of dealing with these issues her group suggests. Their naive corporate approach that denies the possibility of unofficial technology is worrisome. This situation reminds me of early internet utopians, who could not imagine the commercial onslaught that the 'information superhighway' would face. How can they expect justice when the oversight board is in a position to be just as much a group of PR accenters to mollify the public as it is a group to oversee and protect the public from industry. The language of ethics board oversight is the language of corporate spin, it seems from the presentation and the seminar group's reaction.

However, I don't think that this group is malicious in intent, simply naive. BC is in violation of patents for breast cancer research, this is a case of the political realities right here and now; enough with the abstract future! I wish that Catherine had focused more on this. Intellecutal Private Property is one of the key issues defining our new era as much or more than the physically dramatic technology of gene manipulation.

Who wants to live forever anyway? Eternal youth is a metaphor for present day life, not practical reality. Look at Micheal Jackson to see how far away from common desire for eternal youth he is. I don't find these extreme moral challenges to be terribly useful, we are not likely to have to decide about living forever but more the grey areas. We face the same problems with these complex 'new' topics as we do with older more supposedly understood realities. The dangers of marketing and manufactured desires are still overwhelming. Common sense moral issues of murder, and individuality, are in fact what all this cloning stuff is about. The new age approach is unhelpful, it may even be said to be a type of marketing invading the public discourse.

I am not terribly worried about clones in our lifetime. I am worried about drones right now who accept and propagate propaganda. I am worried about simplifying and dumbing down the public discourse, which is inevitable with rapid fire mass media. I am worried about science becoming privatised wholesale so that all of our debate is moot.

Anderson, Catherine. "Clones in Our Lifetime." Lecture. Art History 333. Interdisciplinary Forums: Studies in Contemporary Praxis . Emily Carr Institute, Vancouver. 26 Jan. 2006.

Simulacra and Simulations

2006-02-27T21:09:00.000-08:00

Jean Baudrillard writing, Simulacra and Simulations
by 0018922

The Baudrillard writing, Simulacra and Simulations, is a confusing one. It starts off with a statement from Ecclesiastes, "[simulacrum] is the truth which conceals that there is none. The simulacrum is true." This paradoxical statement is not more easily understood by looking up the word, simulacrum: it means an "image or representation," or "a faint trace or semblance; as, a simulacrum of hope" [wiktionary]. Basically, the word is very similar to simulation, but with more emphasis on the image. As the two words are hard to distinguish from one another, so is the language of Baudrillard intentionally confusing, the idea of truth is challenged.

Throughout his essay, Baudrillard is constantly building up elaborate pyramid schemes of a conspiratorial nature, then quickly dismissing them as merely one perspective that is no less true or false than the alternate mundane explanation. He talks about Disneyland a "hyperreal" unreality, of Main Street America, yet this colourful faux street is an illusion for children. The cartoon childishness conceals the intention of being a place where adults get to act like children, but also to hide how it is normal for them to act like children, as if this were the only place. Then when one leaves the Disneyland Park grounds with it's charismatic manufactured busyness we are confronted by the stark inhumane parking lot with isolated complex automotive machines. And the delusion goes even further, when we see how all of America is alike with its malls and parking lots. So, Disneyland is just the same and no more an illusion than anywhere else.

I saw an extended version of this essay online. He writes a lot more beyond Disneyland but doesn't say a lot more. He takes a similar approach to attack the truth of radical political realities. He looks at a communist political revolutionary group that is dealing with the ideology of power. Yet, this group may have a co-opted discourse if they are part of the system and their rebellion only symbolic. He examines multiple perspectives on the truth of the conspiracy to overthrow power or maintain it and finds that all perspectives are equally true and equally false. The end of his essay is a cynical footnote about buying the vote in what he sarcastically describes as 'more advanced' Athens.

Baudriallard's message is one of confusion, of total imaginary and imagery saturation. I suppose this is the 'post-modern condition' then? I thought it was more about globalisation and hybrid culture, about going past the simulated grand narratives of the West to see local reality. This essay reads like a grand narrative, totally melodrama.

Is all of Post-Modernism supposed to be depressing?

2006-02-26T21:20:00.000-08:00

25th of every month

this is the best idea ever!
{notice the darwin fish with legs on the bunny's helmet}

MY ALGERIANCE by Hélène Cixous

2006-02-26T21:13:00.000-08:00

MY ALGERIANCE by Hélène Cixous- Review, Reaction
by 0018922

This is basically a story more than an essay, Hélène Cixous' childhood. Her childhood is evidently full of hardship and an atmosphere of oppression. Yet, she does such a wonderful job of describing the gritty sincere people, dramatic landscapes and settings pregnant with meaning, that one cannot help but feel nostalgic with the protagonist. Impressions, imprints, mirrors of her life, it is a wonderfully romantic war story. One wonders at the irony of such beautiful humanity amidst such conflict and oppression.

The colonial and European wars are "violent plays" which give a lot of political significance to her Algeria. Her family has its own piece of the action when bullets lodge in their door from the American liberation forces.

The Algeriance title is a clever wordplay on Allegiance and Algeria. Poignant with the colonial themes of the essay. Apparently the noun 'Algerian' is new, it was only an adjective before. I don't really understand what that signifies.

Hélène was a "clandestine" little girl. This is how she describes her out of place existence. Yet evidently she was formed by Algeria and the harsh contrasts there. She recalls longing to live elsewhere but also hospitality and gratitude. "Nowhere is home."

She is in a torn land, symbolised by the two cemeteries Catholic and Jewish. I'm not sure why there aren't more cemeteries of the other groups, but I suppose it just wasn't part of her childhood. She relates a terribly poetic situation of having to sell the roses her dead father had wished they maintain, both soiling and growing from his memory.

She sees herself as an outsider. "My house is encircled." There are various colonial ethnic divisions: There are the Arabs versus the French occupiers. She is neither because she is colonial but not accepted as Catholic because she is Jewish. It is around WW2, and there is extreme persecution of Jews. So, she uses the letter 'J' to describe herself, instead of Jew, it becomes her favourite letter. Also, her leftist family describes the groups as Israelites, Muslims and Indigènes - the latter, I guess are the indigenous 'black' people in Africa? Jewish and Arab groups are divided, as well, by a "poisoned gift" of citizenship - extended only to the Jewish group. Divide and Conquer is the classic and is demonstrated. There certainly is a mix of groups but all of them are not united against the occupying French.

She has mixed feelings about having a French passport. It opens doors for her. For her family it was a "lucky landing" in the chaos of war. Yet it makes her part of the oppressive colonial group, that those around her hate. Despite her opinions of sympathy with the oppressed, Hélène feels she is part of the colonial class also because her family has a maid by the name of Aïcha, though that was not her real name. Evil impoverishment surrounds her but as a child she does not share. This the author expresses with some obvious regret. Her own name of Cixous is curiously of Arab Berber name origin even though she is Jewish. She still feels totally foreign with that name and almost disavows it.

Her family was expelled from circles of military before and after war, intersecting contradictory social circles. They lived in the "uninhabitable" Clos Salembier, under siege as enemy due to strange misplaced anti-colonial sentiment and racism. She says she feels like Cinna the poet, murdered for presumed allegiance to Caesar. Yet she loved the Algerians who spurned her, she identifies with the oppressed. Her only friend 'Kabyle boy' also with a lost name. Wanted to love but too early too late.

She can forgive the hate of the oppressed not the hate of the colonialists. She remembers the colour navy blue as the fascist youth.

She feels sexual repression and identity as a girl. She is a girl afraid of cunning, and is picked on and spat upon by the tricky boys. Cunning is an interesting choice of word, coming from Cixous the feminist; it is related to the much maligned word 'cunt,' and has been recently re-associated with female knowledge and traditional wisdom. However, as a girl she feels lucky to be able to hide her Jewishness more easily than her brother. Her brother is circumcised and the tricky boys are more rough with her brother.

She comes to live, in 1941, on the a hill and no longer feels like the guilty oppressor. She has the "Peace of the poor" in Oran with the sailors who were really French. Water carriers are still there, the oppressed. Yet, the climax of the writing is an incident with a shoeshine boy. Her new white shoes get bloodied. Why still the hate? I think she is meaning to show how overwhelming it all is. She went home without retaliating and tried to be dignified.

The end of the story feels a bit unfinished. She tacks onto the end a part with a positive spin, about Madame Bals the Spanish Grocer who said, there's "no point using kid glove[s]" and taught the children four letter words. Somehow she united the children but it doesn't say how. She makes a point about the year and living in the past that I don't understand: 1940 or 2000?
Legitimacy is one of the key issues of her essay and she shows how illegitimacy and the law serve to divide the various ethnic groups against each other for the French to rule. The division of friend and enemy is very muddled.

Question: What is Oran? What year is she talking about written in the stairwell, surely not the year 2000?

Sleepers Awake

2006-02-23T16:38:00.000-08:00

"Don't you fret, pet. I'll tell them to stamp PERISHABLE all over it."
Damn! you miss one and you step in two!

"But it's not perishable, Mr. Best."

"I know, I know, but just remember that somewhere we may have an everlasting use too."

The old man walked down the path and told me to come out of hiding. You are a nobody, a freak, a pathetic little weepingstock, lost, already forgotten, as it has spent all meaning, as the words and the quick flesh draw farther apart--

"I'm afraid I don't follow."
--plunge through the net, break into the light--stop writing books

"But I've never even read one." This, of course, happened some time ago; when you might almost say, I still had my innocense, and a little, yes, perhaps a little faith in something...
--try to feel your own heart beating in your chest, your own life in the living wonder of all creation--You are a liar, a thief, a winded ghost making empty sounds in a madhouse--

"I don't know why you talk to me if you think I'm as worthless as all that, sir." And I was down on my knees crying and all the light and stalking had their teeth in my life and I didn't know how I was going to get out I didn't know how I was going to control what was eating the sick oyster that squirmed in my head
--it is time that books began to whirl and dance--

"I thought you just said writing books was bad."
--I've changed my mind. It is time that books be allowed to OPEN INTO THE UNKNOWN--

"What, sir, does that mean?"

--books must be allowed to get out of hand, to wander off on their own account--

"Help me not to be a cheat. I'd like to take all the poor devils in the world in my arms and be able to give them something, some real food, some stuff that has the stink and the painful wonder of being alive in it--Even the crude drawing of a cow--"
--man must be made to understand that all the gates are still open, that all the Wild and Beautiful are beckoning him NOW... a flower, a girl, a star... be hushed in that wonder--

"My trouble in the world is inside, not out at all. Something inside myself has damaged me."
--kneel to the Blakes & the Shakespeares
--There is one king on this earth, and that king is the poet--

"Pray for me, Father... for I am without an animal to live in."
--be as children again.

"I laugh, I weep, Father."
--BE AS CHILDREN AGAIN!

"The world is dying around us."
--then leave the world which has--O my children have been made to murder one another; they have been driven mad--

"A flower, God--a girl, a star."
--and I am crying too.

---------------------------------

Well, that's enough for now. I got to go take mea a look around. Who knows, I may be missing a few tricks--Besides, my fanny's had enough work-out for one day.

! * ! * ! * ! * ! * ! * ! * !
Put this book aside a couple hours and
go out and do something nice for somebody.
! * ! * ! * ! * ! * ! * ! * !

[Kenneth Patchen. 'Sleepers Awake.' New Directions Publishing. New York,
1946. pp.85-87]

free software recommended by rusl

2006-02-19T15:31:00.001-08:00

OK,

I'm going to write something useful here because I'm tired of nonsense at the moment. It may be because my school is all nonsense at the moment. Speaking of which, probably I should post my school assignments here. Why the hell not!?

OKay,

software that I recommend...

...Please note, software changes fast and I may change my view in the future. Make up your own damn mind:

P2P file sharing. I recommend using Bittorrent [BT] technology to get big files such as movies or discographies [all the music published by a certain artist in one bundle]

I use to use ABC because it is open source and written in Python which is a way better language than java. Azureus is written in java, it is the most popular P2P for BT out there but java crashes my computer. I think java is more stable on Mac or Linux so use it there] But then I learned about µtorrent. It is a very small program. You don't need to install it, you just run the .exe. Very decent for windows and crashes a lot less. So I definately recommend µtorrent [aka utorrent because people don't know that if you hold down 'Alt' then numbers 0 1 8 1 you get 'µ'] Even though it is closed source, which sucks, it is currently free.

The only downside of utorrent is that is makes the filesize for incompletely downloaded files to report as the final file size. This means that I run out of space artificially sometimes and is annoying. ABC was better in that it didn't do that. However, utorrent is superior not just because it is a smaller .exe, but also because it has features like DHT which mean you can keep sharing torrents without a working tracker, meaning torrents which are dead on ABC may be alive and well on utorrent.

For BT of any sort, you need to download the .torrent files themselves. I find mine using isohunt.com. It is a big commercial site with sketchy pop-up ads that would be dangerous to click on, however isohun has the best selection because it searches all the other search engines too. I have never been able to find more results with another search engine. utorrent comes with a list of other search engines. The only one I really know about is mininova.org. Other than that there are various topic specific websites which are better if you know what you are looking for such as Southpark, the Simpsons, Electropunk music or indymedia torrents. There are many others. Sometimes you have to sign up with a 'tracker' in order to be able to download a torrent they are hosting.

Besides BT there are lots of ways to file share. Napster was the first most famous. Popularity is signifigant with these things because it determines selection. Then there was KaZaa and WinMX. These programs have their own internal search function. A lot of those old ones are dead because the RIAA killed them because they want to make sharing illegal, because sharing is dangerous to a system of greed. Currently the program I use that is still working great is called Soulseek. It is an established system of the KaZaa/WinMX era. It was not, however, shut down because it mainly is for trading independantly produced more local community type music. One of the best features is the 'rooms' where you trade with users of similar interests. So I definately recommend Soulseek.

There are lots of great music download websites out there, or just sites which give you the titles of good music that then you can then plug into a torrent or P2P search. Some of the music sites I like, and of course it all depends on your taste, are CiTR radio show pages for These are the Breaks and Radio Zero, Nardwuar's site, Electropunk hitlist, Evolution Control Commitee, Negativland, Chumbawamba, Shirley and Spinoza Internet Radio, People Like Us, wobbly, cutcopy, chicks on speed, peaches... I could go on an on.

Speaking of Internet Radio. I'd recommend you use realalternative or winamp for that. Winamp has an OK list of stations. I'm not really into Podcasts at the moment.

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OK OK, I'm getting tired of writing this. Now I will just list software with minimal discription.

ubuntu
is the new slick way to run linux. It's an African word meaning "I am what I am because of who we all are." They are super awesome. I have yet to install it but all I've heard is gread things. It's debian, meaning, pure free software, no tricks. There is also edubuntu, which we totally need because big dumb institutions are most of what props us Micro$oft. Another good way to us a Linux OS is with knoppix, which has a liveCD. I have used it and it works awesome. You boot the computer off of a CD and it is so smart it automatically sets up everything you need. The only thing i couldn't figure out was the wireless card, but that's because I don't use that and it was my sister's computer and probably if I understood wireless it would have been easy.

winavi is a thing I use for converting avi files to DVD format so I can burn them. It is a commercial trial. I've never sucessfully burned yet. However I beleive it is a decent program. Since it is a trial it has this annoying message on the converted video right in the centre of the screen, so it's a useless demo. However, I managed to find a password for it on this winavi crack website. Now for the past few years cracks have all been on sketchy malicious websites, but this site seems to be pretty decent so far for me. It just has a java popup that tells me a code and I click if it works or not. And lo and behold it did work!

Burning in Linux is going to work better than windows winavi whatever. I hope. Well it can, the question is will I be able to figure it out.

Gspot
despite the sexy name, this is a program for .avi video files. You run it to find out what codecs you need, or if you already have them

VLC
this is the most robust video player. it is open source. it has powerful features but I don't know how to use them all that well. it is good for weird formats like .mkv and bin/cue played right on your computer. Many video formats you would have to get a codec for in winamp are native to this program. Everybody should have this at least as a backup if you do video.

free-codecs.com
this is a good site which tells you all about video and codecs and all that. And you can download many of the programs for free from this website. I was suspicious of this site because of the expensive sounding URL. However I have yet to see any problems on this site. I think there are ads but's not popups and crap. I'm not sure if it's nonprofit or what but it seems a lot of people use it, it's linked on wikipedia, so that's what I trust.

Spacemonger
this is a visual way to look up how space is used on your hard disk. You can more easily see which files you ought to delete. Rather than going through tiny files one at a time. Quite useful if you, like me, want to feel in control of what is going on inside the box.

Undelete
Undelete was a standard feature in DOS but since the 'recycle bin' you need to specifically get a seperate program to do this. It's necessary when you mistakenly delete things. Recycle bin sometimes helps but really isn't a replacement since I empty the recycle bin quite often to free up space.

In case you didn't know. In a windows filesystem, you information is never actually deleted. What the computer does when you say 'delete' [or empty the recycle bin if you insist on that language] is windows removes the first letter of the filename, effectively making the file invisible to normal DOS or windows. Eventually the file will be overwritten as you use the disk. However, if you want to restore a 'deleted' file, all you need is an 'undelete' program that can see the files with the ?character as the first letter. Often you can fully recover deleted files this way. Unless the part of the disk where the file is has been overwritten, it's still there. There are various programs to 'truly' delete the file for the paranoid by this reality. However, it's not really a big deal, just seems like it when you read the PR from companies trying to get you to pay big $$$ for very basic stuff - good ol' reliance on ignorance to sell things.

Scandisk ME
This is just a windoze micro$oft program. But the newer ME version is a serious improvement if you are running win98, like me. You simply replace the .exe in the relevant directory and then it defragments a lot faster. However, when it starts it doesn't look like anything is happening for a while, but don't worry, when it does finally get going it will be way faster than the defragment98 version. Some seriously reworked mathmatics or something.

mozilla obviously
I kind of like the WYSIWYG html editer in the mozilla suite [the non-firefox mozilla] but I use the firefox thing for browsing. Jane uses the Thunderbird email client in mozilla, but I still prefer my old eudora. Mozilla not firefox link.

what about mosaic!
just for historians
en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mosaic_web_browser
I just like to reminisce about when my friend bryan was skipping out of his 'virtual high'school and he told me about using mosaic.

amipro 3.0
www.zisman.ca/Articles/1991-92/OCP_AmiPro.html
this is the writing program I use instead of M$word or openoffice [bleh... java]
apparently others like it too. I'll send the .exe to you if you want it. Unfortunately
it is becoming dated. The file selection thing is annoying and it still forces you to use
8.3 filenames. but otherwise, it's still quicker and better thought out than anything else
I've tried. I'm use to it, but I wouldn't really recommend the 1993 version unless you
are use to it.

not recommending openoffice
because of the java in it and once it didn't save my homework when it had said it did which made me skip school I was so upset. I'm hoping there is a fork in the program and a non-java version comes out from the debian purists. This is the flagship of opensource after all [after linux servers] and it shouldn't suck so bad.

perfect keylogger lite
I use this not to be a spy, but to backup what I write in web browsers text boxes [like in your webmail] because often browsers will crash or just reset the text box if disconnected or something. It records every keystroke and mostly is a pretty reliable fallback plan [unless your computer is super fucked, which does happen]. Just be careful, it records every password which is good but I don't like it keeping my bank password!

search and replace html 98
I use this on webpages and in many other things it is useful.
All it does is 'search and replace' text which is exactly what you want. It can do a single file or all the files in a directory which is perfect for websites. Not fancy, not bloated.

AceFTP
This is the most straighforward FTP I like to use. I like how it highlights the difference between your disk directory and the server directory. Free with ads and pretty reliable I've found.

Turbo FTP
This is a 30 day trial program which I don't consider free, but you can set your clock back to feb 2003 and keep using it forever. It's great if you have a big website and are changing lots of files. It is designed exactly for that. I needed it when I made by bikesexual pictures thing because it's about 3000 files that need moving and sometimes, with a computer, you need to AUTOMATE!

Procomm Plus
This is the program I use to use to use the dail up modem to renew my library books. Also my friend had an ascii art BBS that was pretty cool though I never fully understood that stuff [back in grade 10/11]

Hackman Hex Editor
I used this to hack my way past level 50 in kobodeluxe, which is a seriously hard level. It was actually quite simple, but you need to edit the file that is not text, but hex or binary or something. This program can deal with that and it's pretty intelligently designed.

Lavasoft Ad-aware
This is very popular and is supposed to remove spyware. Commercial company, but smart, like the computer companies that will survive, it advertises with the good quality free product. Listen up 30 day trial nickle and dimers, nobody likes you.

Eudora 4.2
I have a CD of this that my dad bought! Why did I put this in the free section? I like it. I can hack the text back end of the program very easily. It's all these .ini files. Eudoralight I used for many years.

Smartwrap
This installs into eudora as a plugin but also is a standalone program. It erases the >>> and reformats garbled email so it's readible and doesn't have idiotic line breaks. Quite handy.

EzWare EzDesk
This thing keeps the icons on your desktop in the place you put them. Windows fucks it up regularly and resets the icons otherwise. Kind of a gimmick, but handy if you run a stupid windoze computer.

Photoshop, Flash MX, Dreamweaver
These I got to use because of my school. In order to move the program onto your 'home study' system, simply copy the directory containing the program from the 'program files' directory onto your equivalent, copy all of it. Then, go into regedit, and copy the section with the 'adobe' directory or the 'macromedia' one, and then copy that and then put it on your 'home study' unit. Learned this from a Lindows tutorial. Why the fuck are people so unwilling to fess up and be proud of sharing? Does everybody beleive just because the M$ stock price is down that their competition is, due to their own label, 'piracy'???
By the way, it even works from XP to win98. However you have to reformat the .reg file that you copied into the other format. It's like email formatting thought, just plain text. Just export a sample of the win98 .reg and compare to that.
Does that make sense? If not I can explain it better. I guess it's kindof a hack.
Premiere Pro 1.5
I tried the above trick with this program and it didn't work. Apparantly photoshop 8 is the same. Does anyone know the mechanism to get this to work?

Corel Print House Magic
This I got free on a CD that came with my scanner. If is very good for text layout and then printing. It is especially good for circular text, like the writing on a bicycle wheel for instance, which happens to be something I tend to draw. The interface is really annoying, but it does function.

Thumbsplus 3.0
This I have used for years and it was an awesome program. Starting to be obsolete with winXP being able to view files a bit better in the explorer. On the otherhand, it keeps the thumbs.db in one single place instead of all over the damn place [that is why you always end up downloading god damn useless .ini files with a directory of mp3s when you fileshare] Also it has seriously decent batch conversion features that I still use. I tried the google/flickr 'hello' or whatever stupid thing they made to do the same as what thumbsplus started 10 years ago and I still find thumbsplus works better.

Kobo Deluxe
This is a cool game in python that I'm slightly addicted too. Except I got over it because after level 50 it just repeats and is kind of dull. Opensource. It may improve in the future!

Eliza
This is something I remember trying first on the 286 and it was kind of stupid then and it is still now. But it's kind of interesting if you try and thing of alternative ways to use it.

Sayzme
This I love. sourceforge project. Made for blind people basically, it reads out the text to you. I want to figure out how to hoow it up to an automated webcrawler so it just reads the internet out loud until infinity. That would be a conceptual art project. I'd weld the computer into a steel box with a solar panel or something and have it access the net by wifi or something. Then you could never make it shut up.

Impulse Tracker music tracker
This I use to play with and even made a few songs. I'll post them here one day I guess. I transcribed scott joplin's entertainer. The .it files play in winamp nowadays!!! My friend rowen, or maybe jason the BBS guy, showed me it.

Klik & Play
This I ordered the floppy disk off the net in 1998 or something. It's a program for making your own video games. It is very limited but you can still make something fun. It's one of those annoying programs you use because the capabilities are worth the fucking butt ugly hard to function interface.

CAN THE SUBALTERN SPEAK?

2006-02-15T22:21:00.000-08:00

CAN THE SUBALTERN SPEAK? by Gayatri Chakravorty Spivak
0018922 - Feb.2006

The conclusion seems to be, no they cannot [subaltern speak], though it would be better if they did.

I am beginning to sympathise with these incomprehensible writers. There is so much background required to understand what they are talking about, it is difficult writing. Certainly my own writing here would be equally indecipherable to the outside reader since I will not bother to elaborate all of the context for the essay I'm responding to. Still, I don't understand what's with all the "..."s? Spivak also uses big compounded words like postrepresentationalist, historiography and subproletariat among others. Was he German? Because, in German, you can just put any words together to make bigger words. Fun!

I'll try and start with definitions of parts of the essay I didn't understand so as to be as enlightening as possible. These are passages that I've gathered from the essay and then tried to define the words in boldface using Google, Wikipedia, Wikitionary, Altavist.babelfish and other internet sources:

cathect, as in "the subject could cathect, could occupy [invest] its itinerary"
to inject or focus libidinal, mental, and emotional energy, to perk up. Similar to cathexis from Freudian psychology and originating from the idea of occupation, in a non-military non-job sense.

"under erasure"
erasure is total blankness, "like a cow watching a train go by," not a positive term.

"transcendental signified"
this is Derrida's term related to phallocentricism, and logocentricism that privileges the signified over the signifier. I think it is quite bizarre that we have to tie it somehow to the penis, even though we are rejecting that Freudian outlook and so much else.

"epistemic violence"
related to epistemology, theory of knowledge. I guess this means the violence inherent in the system.

"palimpsestic narrative of imperialism"
a document that has been rewritten. Derived from the history of European manuscripts written on animal skins paper which were quite valuable. Thus, some paper was reused/rewritten after the old writing was scraped clean. Sometimes, the reasons for doing this were political rather than material; Christian text was written over Pagan, to erase the history.

"the required level of cognition or scientificity"
Foucault uses this term to be critical of science. It reminds me of a word I sort of invented a meaning for myself, Scientifical, which means kind of falsely attributing credibility to something by associating it with Science.

"urban subproletariat"
I'm guessing this is the people who don't have jobs - living under the proletariat - and in cities.

"can the subaltern speak?"
subordinate, lower rank, class or position. Kind of a one up term that is even more hardcore than oppressed or proletariat.

"Indian colonial historiography"
the epistemology of written history. A good concept to recognise. People write history for the present that they live in and will therefore always have bias in reading the past.

"practical historiographic exigencies"
demand, necessity, urgency is basically what exigency means, but to combine that with practical and historiographic?!

"antre" Derrida's term
cave, in French? A place of in-betweenness

"situational indeterminacy"
I couldn't find anything except to presume that when you live in a cave you situation is indeterminate.

"postrepresentationalist"
Well, that's an obvious one isn't it: That mute man over there without a camera is a dogmatic postrepresentationalist.

"Name-of-the-Father imagery in The Eighteenth Brumaire"
refers to a writing by Marx about Napoleon I and later and his Grandson Napoleon III coming to power as dictators. It's often cited in understanding Fascism. Brumaire is the name of a month from the 10 month French republican calendar

"patronymic"
name of the father

"'rendering visible the medical and juridical mechanisms that surround the story [of Pierre Riviere].'"
juridical is relating to the law and its administration. In something Foucault wrote about crime, he used the name Pierre Riviere as his protagonist murderer example. I have yet to read the story however.

"concomitant question of the consciousness of the subaltern"
following as a consequence

"semioses of the social text"
a misspelling of semiosis perhaps? Meaning, production of meaning. [tee, hee]

"minimal predication as indeterminate"
dependency

"race and class differences are subsumed under that charge"
take under the above idea

"general violence that is the possibility of an episteme"
sort of like a paradigm, what we see as truth collectively

Who is Deleuze?
he was a philosopher who said desire is productive, and was connected to Guha and Spivak intellectually.

So apparently Guha wrote about peasant uprisings. I find that topic a lot more exciting than Spivak.

Spivak seems to be saying that by writing a history of peasants we are stealing their voice to articulate their own needs. We have a kind of fetish interest in the peasant uprising but that is not enough, the subaltern has an "irretrievable consciousness" which we can't connect to because we use the "elaborations of insurgency" in place of their genuine "utterance." The elaborations are merely historians products, historiography - not what the peasants truly intended to express by revolting. We should know the limits of what we can say for a group we are not a part of.

Spivak notes how there is a kind of buffer group in between the elite class and the subaltern, called group number 3. These people live in antre, a French cave of in-betweenness. By focusing on group 3 instead of the subaltern we are proving that continuing the perspective of elites who do help the subaltern speak for themselves, but focus on the middle class group 3 that are similar to the academic elites - except they're in India, and we're in France. Group 3 is "irretrievably heterogeneous," and this is important to Spivak. I think this is because he implies that the subaltern is also heterogeneous.

Finally Spivak connects this all rather vaguely to identity. Heterogeneous is a way of saying the group is made up of different minority identity groups. He says that women subaltern are even more oppressed than men subaltern, and subsumes the other racial and other kinds of minority groups in that statement. Much earlier in the article he says that the margins are the silent centre "easily." I agree that diversity is what makes up groups such as the subaltern and number 3. I agree that we should support people in these groups to speak for themselves. However, I don't think diversity by itself is a totally functional idea without unity balancing with it. Spivak kind of implies a unity by calling all the heterogeneous groups as subaltern and implying a kind of Marxist liberation purpose. However, I think that unity stuff is more important and should be emphasised or articulated more than it is in his writing.

When I think about these issues I think it would be more useful to have dialogue not among young impressionably university students only, but also with people like my Grandma who have the perspective of living out these ideas over the course of time. My Grandma was married into the British army and was a bit of a colonialist herself. It would be a deeper conversation if we talked about putting these ideas of justice versus exploitation into practice. My Grandma believes in justice and not exploiting people, yet, she still was a part of perpetrating a lot of things that have left a terrible scar. I don't think she thinks of it that way, even if my schoolbooks do.

What is this Radical Criticism coming out of the West Today? Is that in 1988? and where?
What is the difference between the oppressed, the subaltern and the notion of feminine?

2006-01-31T14:49:00.000-08:00

BEGIN TooDATE

in the age of digital uprising
we are all bloggers now
we have the ability that we never hand
to organise.

organise. the numbers are binary and so is our thinking. water is restless and gravity makes you fall. on the new coming millenium of age fruityness. perfumed.

organise, we are all sitting in rows. My moniter is askew and the desk is cluttered with junk. i draw all over the CPU I have a jiffy marker in my hand permanently. Acetone envy.

Drumming one to the other. we mix up the beat. The culture of one is the same as the culture of the other. Only the laws of math fly here. Only the laws of plastics outliving the user, the keyboard will melt but you can vaccum out the breadcrumbs stuck between the keys, the semen mouse.

I forgot what I was writing this for. To form the conscious of the bicycle underclass. The oppressed. We have a language all our own. Secret dialects on the processdor. Secret ways to connect. Sex is free and easy and it is multiplied by infinity timed sequence loops. Do you want to die tommorrow? Do you wish for the end and unity greater than one?

We all lobotomise ourselves to engage the computer face. It is inevitable. Once I was a geek and now I am the normal. Normal passage into infinity death is the unescapeable, that and computer crashes.

Cars oppress us. I will soon know how to deprogram your computer car so the engine will not run. Car virus. Auto sense.

pooney

2006-01-21T23:22:00.000-08:00

BEGIN jan 21 200000006

If I had a penny for my thoughts I'd be a millionaire. but I don't so I rely on Anonymous trust in strangers. Anonymous Trust is the most risky kind of thing you can be gettin into. but then, you only live the once and my grandfather is in the hospital dying and, well, he's a bit racist from his upbringing but he's still got to be a trustin them nurses.

Materialism versus the spiritual creation of reality by the conscience? Neither.

Reality is a product of the relationships you have. A sum of individuals. A multiplication of groups. The unconscious unconsidered friends and enemies and indifferents.

Communications is what you do to relate, be it peeing on a tree, loving the wife or patting the dog on the head.

words and symbols are a pretty fucking crazy thing.

we've already acheived a collective consciousness really. The issue of some kind of second coming grand alliance new age bullshit is moot new age bullshit... ancient history clinging to.

Yes we surely got the probelms of unity. Yes this is an unrealised consicousness - for certain.

but in truth we've got it here with computers in easy examples. not only is the computer beyond the capabilities of an individual to create it... I can't make a computer! But I could also not make a car or a bike by myself even. I could never get it together on an alien planet to refine the metal and extract the rubber and throw it all together. But I do know how to make a bicycle here in this world for sure. I have the knowledge of the general underlying concepts so I don't need to make rubber, I buy the tires and know what to do with them...

but a computer, no, I don't know how this magic box works. Sure at a certain level technology becomes indistinguishable from the magic trick. but then, this is more. It is not even possible for a human to understand the workings of a computer. Not one individual. There is no way we could understand this thing before us.

I know lots about computers myself. I know lots of general theories that come together to a general understanding of what this box is. I know how they manufacture the microchips. I know how a bunch of transistors can be grouped into a counting unit that can then be combined into a LOGIC chip. I know the background of DOS and hardware and all the common computer workings that your layman gets into, networking since before the www never used it but I knew the name MOSAIC. But there is no fucking way I know what the magic in this box is and there is no way you ever will either. This thing takes hundreds of minds to even understand it. You need thousands and thousands more to get to the physical technology making stage. Software/Hardware.

And all of our society is almost just as complex. Computers are different because they rigidly impose standards of organisation of people that are common.... But all our stuff is like that. This is culture. This is THE culture 6 or 7 [I don't know] BILLIONS strong. We don't have any fucking idea what we are up to but we;re in it together nonetheless.

Do you know what competition is? That is when you share an agreement about a certain set of rules. That is when you agree to play a game. You must first cooperate if you want to compete. you need to agree at minimum on what you are fighting over.

Competition for survival is a sick, marvellous thing. We kill for the game. Yet we trust each other enough to play a life and death game. We don't just end the realtionship and leave.

Property is for the proper. Relationships are real?

The egg is a symbol of life. Do you like it?

2005-12-17T18:43:00.000-08:00

BEGIN THEDATE

the the if if one day we hope.

the the the but but but if if if hope we could pray faith in sight see listen the drone.

drone on and on robot forget your worlds of wisdom under the sign of the Paypal button. I forget where the draft is coming from but I can remember that security will never be warmed by hot gun blasts even.

Forget all I say traluuu tra lay. The last part of the day is coldest and we can hope for better. Maybe there isn't any kind of reason to press these buttons. Maybe perhaps it is not as hip as it could be. Perhaps we should kiss with our mouths instead of our digital camera genital close ups. Perhaps we should sing in the streets rather than blog the dark dreams of our nightly anxious upchuck. There is no pablum for the oppressed. The last time.

Forget it all because it will be remembered for you in the library of the global information store computer system. We will filter the results for coherence and rejected data shall be discarded. Forget the perspective now perspective all will be one eye, blind to the self.
Kindness is cheap but not cheap enough. We must produce more faster and the back and front dance moon star shaped jello moulded pudding cakes...

Late

2005-11-21T21:42:00.000-08:00

BEGIN THEnov21stDATE

this is commitment

this is truth

this is mobility

this is centring

this is healthy

this is normal

this is how we do it!

2005-10-25T15:10:00.000-07:00

BEGIN 0ct 25 203035

Bisquick the last resort.
Forever under my leg.
Left side of the room.
Nose hair amphedamine.
We like the Doors. We like the bases are belong to us.
Justice Gentlemen. Ha Ha Ha. Greatness.

This I got from the computer game.
Watch TV shows on the internet.
I sat inside and bought the best things I could see in front of me.
I touched all there was within my reach.
I forgot to turn the ringer on the phone back on.
I didn't notice howmany days had slipped away.
It's raining again so I won't go outside.
Agrophobia is contagious to me.
Last resort is pills that are illegal.
Forget what you just said.

Ne ver nev er er,
my hai ku is just the word:
Ne ver nev er er.

That was my radio show. Beleive in this only: I have something to say to you. I am stalling and will not say it. I don't know what to say to it. I don't know who the sentance belongs to. You are silently waiting for me to speak and I forget where I am. I am slightly dizzy. I think of a whole bunch of complaints about the situation. It is all your fault. I am so mad. You are looking at me still but losing focus. It is my fault. I shouldn't complain so much and poison the air. You don't know how to react to my anger. You don't know who I am really inside because I bottle it all up. My anger is my own fault. You are listening to me still vaguely. You never listen to me properly:

"so..."

She tuned out, but alert for the sound of my voice in her irritating guilt implying voice calls out, "What?" ... "nothing," I mumble reply.

"What..."

"What, I can't hear you?"

"NOTHING!" I hide my face in my hands.vvvvvv Love.

One, two, everybody rock out. Love. Love. Love. This is the night. We're going to party all night. Oh yeah this is the end of days. Yes. Yes. Love. Yes, BABY! You never can win girl! We're gonna rock you all night long. Like a Cat and a Mouse. Love. Like a man at a job. We stick together. All you need is love. All we wever wanted was more, more, more! Here I am, rock me like a hurricane. One two
BReaKIT-Down. Yeeah!. yes. Yes . Baby. I love it. Give me more. Let me feel it. So so good.

Yes baby. Sexalicious. Love.Rockdabicksalious. Frequently berningdopolous. Mastribication copyreeted. Forwhatenoteverso. Oh I love theee.

Cankerblossom. Love.Chairs made of human skeletons. We rock the Ritz. we love to waltx. X-Rated Babby Bady Baby! -!- !

yes.

coats with stripes. perfectly fits. pussy pyussy piessyy Marijuana. Love. Love. Love. Love. Love. Love. Love. Love. Love. Love. Love. Love. Love. Love. Love. Love. Love. Love. Love. Love. Love. Love. Love. Love. Love. Love. Love. Love. Love. Love. Love. Love. Love. Love. Love. Love. Love. Love. Love. Love. Love. Love. Love. Love. Love. Love. Love. Love. Love. Love. Love. Love. Love. Love. Love. Love. Love. Love. Love. Love. Love. Love. Love. Love. Love. Love. Love. Love. Love. Love. Love. Love. Love. Love. Love. Love. Love. Love. Love. Love. Love. Love. Love. Love. Love. Love. Love. Love. Love. Love. Love. Love.

2005-10-22T17:15:00.000-07:00

BEGIN Oct 22 2005 the sunrise arguement

I would have been a compulsive gambler if I had been invented in the time before the computers. Now I cannot roll on the plastic neon nearly so good so I settle for a dance with steel. The streets are full of powedered rubber particles that have been weened from their automotive spinning frenzy by the cold concrete earth. My lungs collect these particulates for self cleaning. My body becomes the balloon as the dust melds into a flat surface lining my solf lung tissue. In and out, up and down, breath the bag wider and longer.

Formula of rubber is a propriatary mixture. Zenith under the mountain top radioactive energy. I will tune into the obsolete frequency infrequently.

Death becomes her. She teaches us all about soil. Grass grown instead of hair on the scalp and when we embrace there is only bone. Forget-me-not forver we shall see if the fires burn forever. Young and old, we all fear the reaper and pretend she will never come to visit. We visit the graveyard for a lark because we are grown naive. Friendly skies portend the mushroom and lavendar soap cannot wash it clean. Mostly I like the colours of fall as my blood soaps into the wet leaves congealing a puddle the fabric of which emboldens her razor.

I am speaking for myself here. I am only going to say what it is that I know. I state what I see and feel and I will not judge you'Re-reactions.

Friends always stay close so that they will not have to know each other. My left side is hurting me and I've forgotten how to swim. Paper piles up. Every plastic bag that you've ever touched is in a pile somewhere under the feces paper and broken electronics. Every food you bought that was carried in a single use plastic bag... Not Mee! I am an environe-mentalist. I use the plastic bag twise. [2 times]

For Get everything yooknow

This is your Dad

2005-10-13T00:48:00.000-07:00

102am on octobrer the 13th.

Garbage Day.

The problem is that there is nothing left. We have completely run out of garbage. We have completely run out of bananas. We have completely run out of gasoline. We have completely run out of runners.