Category Archives: life

living existence

Poor and Busy don’t mix

when you have no time, no money; no life. You can make a lifting at work. Lifing becomes the action of life- a verbing. You can make a life of having little money to satisfy basic needs. Lifing is the most difficult task, but the sweeting pleasure.

I’d shuffle cards til the day I die to get a couple of winnings at gambling. I’d throw my shoe at the stock market. It’s the market that is always a little too fresh for my taste. I’ve got no tastebuds. I’ve haven’t got buds. Or pals. Just google. I love you honey. I married google.com by feeling lucky.

Be the best you can be. That’s what they say. Solitaire confinement is all I get.

Are Polars Opposites? Inquire about Wire-Heading.

What if evil was wholly disjointed from the entity that is declared good? Well, it would be good when taken with the other that is contrasted. Blindly taken alone is incomprehensible as a room with no light in it or when one looks at the sun. There is a supposed problem of evil, yet without it goodness has no worth. And lowly aspect of goodness become evil in replacement of the absence of evil. The Manicheans believe that the universe was created or is the collision between good and evil. They suggested that one should strive to be good but that pure goodness would not be attainable without ending the universe and even existence.

On the opposite end, this end of the universe experience is promoted through wire-heading. Wire-heading is hedonism by means of programmable post-human pleasure at its maximum and the implications of developing a pain-free being would only cause them either to lose humanity or to develop pain from the pure happiness. This is the ambition of the perfection of mankind which I think is rather impossible.

I guess it would just be you connected to a machine that constantly gave the feeling of ultimate sex (or whatever your view of the best pleasure is) like a stream of chemical data that would block any negative aspects and only produce positive effects. This would be administered either by implantation of a supercomputer type device or somehow just alteration by speeding up natural selection toward perfection. There are scientist and futurist who are saying that we are coming closer to increasing the rate of evolutionary process.

However, morphine blocks pain, leads to addiction/withdrawal, perhaps it could sustained. Dopamine flood and all the sudden–too much and you simply go loco. I feel that technology would end micro-evolution before it enhanced it.

Perhaps science could could invent receptors that are wired to prevent overload, which is a 40 year old promise yet to be fulfilled. People might still get lonely. Not if they could somehow create impulses of companionship but there you’d lose any reason to be alive if it was all illusory, which is what the goal essentially is (to have the programed reality become superior or to stamp out the human race).

This is genetic engineering, my friends. This is reification, folks. And reification is regard or treat (an abstraction) as if it had concrete or material existence.

Wireheading may have potential to destroy all pain and create unlimited hedonic pleasure (possibly unreal, void of authentic happiness)

  • this may already be happening on a small scale with drugs or gene selection
  • this could also limit free will if we are programmed with certain mental modes

“Wireheading has punctured the barrier of thoughts in the brain to map onto computer functions which has lead a paraplegic to carry out games of Tetris, and other stunts.” It has also given disadvantageous opportunity for abuse and extremity toward a fallacy of eternity.

No Big Deal

No big deal is still a deal. Its okay if there is no sales tax, and you get your electronics and mp3 player at a discount. I went to the love of my life and had nothing to say in regards to worry. I am just going crazy in my memBRAIN. My life is content driven. I can’t drive. I am bologne to my cheese.

US Amendment for Animal Suffrage

Just recently in this new decade animal voting has become a concern for animal rights activists. The U.S. Presidential election could have been swayed to a third party given the chance of uninformed voters such as pets, stray critters, and zoo friends. The first start towards advancing suffrage for animals would be readily available identification cards. Collar I.D.s and neck tags have become popular as well as microchips, but none of these can be used at ballot booths.

A controversial aspect of this is measuring the intelligence of various species. The IQ test is skewed with cultural bias toward homosapiens. Yet no other cognitive aptitude has met the success of this pressing issue. Some extremists are insisting on amoeba and bacteria representation for elections and voting events of the government. It is about time someone has stepped to the plate to discuss these matters. The mass media has stifled this movement for years and it is finally getting press in local independent and DIY newspapers, magazines, and articles.

It’s about time elephants and donkeys actually have access to their voice in how things are run. Keep an eye on your nearest king of the jungle about the US amendment to instate animal suffrage.

Friends don’t mix

social interaction
interactionary involvement.

I am the universal anti-monger
surrounded by internal affairs,
conflicts of interpersonal environments,
where insecurities describe splits among people.

who we choose to be with should be an equal push-pull.
Fragility sometimes causes imbalance.
weights are self-handed to weak fingers.

when all of those you know divide
and get conquered, all you have
is yourself, to trust at your own discretion
To rebuild steps.

passed futurism

talk about furutism…

The artistic movement “futurism” is past tense.
I was thinking of this painting (can’t remember artist or title) of a (wheel?) in motion.

There are things not seen with the naked eye but with photography and film we’ve been able to “slow things down” (not literally of course).

And “flying rod” exobiological theory. They’re essentially rods that fly….*you can only see them on slowed down camera footage*

There was something I thought of about the reasoning of the people that want to believe in flying rods that is similar to the ideals of futurism. Perhaps both parties (the flying rodders and the futurists) are nostalgic for the future?

video documentation

I felt angles of this life dimension

I am sinking into this hopeless bliss. Everything couldn’t be more unsettling. I can’t accomplish a thing without paying a figurative fee to society. I have no interest in my behavior. I don’t realize my facadistic impulses until someone brings them to my attention deficit disorder. I don’t care if my lifespan doesn’t match the posthuman. What have I that will hack my existence? Most of my parts work like when they were new. Devoid direction is my mapless conquest. I am soothed by the unexpected. I claim to live in it with ease; I now put it under reconsideration.

Reconstructing the dream sequence involves going back to sleep and when I say “back to sleep” I mean sleeping back then/not on your back/not returning where you left off. Sleepful content is had when learning happens, when learnedness is applied, and when there the uncontrolled yields a potential quality. This sleep is life to me. But I am also literally tired of sleeping and waking. Let it be one or the other. I now can handle both with equal interest, but trouble through shuffling the deck of nights and days. Tonight might be a face card where I get too much sleep or deuce to depravity.

What kind of precision can you achieve if you arbitrarily make a compound miter cut (CONFUSE MYSELF)? The final products are invisible to me and is there a good angle or a technique that works or does it even matter? I can help from being a rear-view filmmaker. I don’t need to record my life. Replays aren’t where I can live. Boy am I glad I am not finished with the filmography. Girl am I sad that I can’t focus on the current production. Nobody is the devine director.

Emotions are like magnetic fields, attracting its opposite. The element of reality known as NOW is rhetorical surface tension.

Hooking up unhooks

If a partner in a hook-up begins to care for the other, the desire for commitment may drive the other away. Reasons for embracing a hookup could be to (1) fulfill a sexual desire without responsibility, (2)
compromise emotional security to satisfy desire for intimacy, or (3) submitting to incompatible partners instead of seeking an enduring relationship.

The common ground found is that people are afraid of engaging on a deeper level. Why? They know it can be dangerous. They don’t want to break hearts. They don’t want to have a heart that breaks. They avoid the heart instead. Heartless acts are cold. So the intentions are more detrimental on a hidden level. I hope I am never selfish enough.

Lookism and the Soda Age

Server to middle-aged couple…
says:What can I get for you to drink?
Subconscious Implication: Have whatever you want.

Server to young lively group indecipherably over 21…
says:What do you want to drink? We have Coke, Sprite, Rootbeer…
Subconscious Implication: You only option is soda tonight!

Fresh 21 year olds have designated drinkers who donate the driving to less responsible alcoholics. Even if this occurs before your best friend’s birthday who is already 21, you may still get the mandatory soda option.

The power of lookism will make you organize predispositions without taking into consideration the recognition of variations. So I got mad that I was verbally limited to those drink selections. I could easily order a beer in spite of her but I didn’t need to defend myself.

It’s funny how I was misinterpreted about being older than I really am in some cases, but the challenge of being seen as under 21 was still in effect. A public directory had me a year older than I was and Kid A believed me to be that age. I had to defend myself that I was actually younger. So the power of the look was overcome by media, then by word of mouth. The word of mouth defense then gave lookism another chance to question my youngness after media was wrong by overaging. Media (Marshall McLuhan never realized) creates another force that fights internal prejudice, but therefore stirs into the pot a more dangerous external prejudice.

I don’t give care if I look 18 or 25, because I’ve been seen as both on first impressions- 1st impressions before being skewed by behavioral and mental interaction. And still lookism prevails on last impressions. I saw you for the 100th time and you still think I’m 19. Maybe that’s why you won’t have an adult conversation with me. I don’t read coloring books anymore.

euphemism: grown out of love

It’s a paradox to kill love. Divorce doesn’t do anything. Death doesn’t nullify anything except a marriage certificate. Splitting up doesn’t set anyone free. Grown out of love? Is love some plantable life that can be destroyed? I’d like to think of it as an immortal plant. When it dries from lack of water, it just feels the hurt of dehydration, enduring the abandonment. Disregarded by the sun, it has nothing to see except itself… alone. No longer basking in the comforting warmth that is present everyday. But when the sun is part of your galaxy, you still know it is there when covered by clouds.

she couldn’t understand how you can just not love someone anymore

Communication. Is crucial for understanding. The question is not of love, but how complex intricate abstraction is intercepted between two people. Maybe ideas of hope were mistaken for love.

I love communication; although it falls short of expressing definitively unanimous thoughts, especially when the surface (the fundamental idea[s]) is the perimeter and there lies a voluminous mass of multi-dimension to be explored. It’s the fault of arbitrary division within a continuum. Language has no way of explaining itself outside its system, and to chunk things into categories destroys the nonlinear motives of the mind. Decay, decoy. Relay, recoil. Somehow we get by. Aristotelean methods are survivable.

Laying it on you easy with a euphemism contradictorily shows you are masking a deeper issue, which is harder on the euphem-ee.

I now ponder whether it is possible to love more than one person? But then I go into the communication problem of whether I understand what I say to myself. What is love? Sure, there are probably many varieties. I guess I love everybody. And I already knew that; Questions seem to be more understandable than answers. Why?