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some (haha) of the things you read here will only mean anything on a deeper, more archetypal level

"the meaning of a communication is its effect" - bandler

so if it looks like nonsense, it might be nun sense.

9 is the number of the counting.

Enjoy it for what it's worth anyway. Read it out loud sometimes, or dig in close.

Play with the words, but don't cut yourself [too much], unless that's what you're really into.
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All comments are screened. (and I rescreen if I respond, so no worries)
Tell me what's on your mind.

Especially if it relates to me.
If I've angered you or upset you recently and you want to get it off your chest,
if you've got a crush on me, (blink blink)
if you feel particularly inspired or moved by something I've written,
if you have some advice or sympathetic words for me,
I'd REALLY like to hear about it.

Anonymous is fine, but I'd prefer to know who you are.

Let's get it all out.
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Well, 2011 wasn't much but that poster of the kitten, "hangin in there"

Some good developments, in the virtual world, but not much to show in the meat world.  No regression though, and that's better than the alternative.

There's no resolutions per se, except to "finish the book", so to speak.  Those of you who have seen either The Number 23 and/or The Fountain, can apply either to the situation and it fits.

Time at last to pull the trigger on my own personal apocalypse.  Not in the "destroying the body" sense, but in the "let's hit the climax of the story" sense.


Oct. 26th, 2011 01:46 am
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‎"People say that what we’re all seeking is a meaning for life. I don’t think that’s what we’re really seeking. I think that what we’re seeking is an experience of being alive, so that our life experiences on the purely physical plane will have resonances within our own innermost being and reality, so that we actually feel the rapture of being alive. That’s what it’s all finally about…"
-Joseph Campbell


Oct. 13th, 2011 02:39 pm
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Dennis Ritchie, inventor of C and co-inventor of UNIX, died.

On a personal note, "The C Programming Language" was the only programming manual I ever tried to read on acid.
This guy was the real deal.
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One thing LJ is still good for, for me at least, is inspiration.
So many of you have come so far, and grown so much, and on LJ, there is a long tail of memory: I can see where you've been and where you're at now.

And that helps me remember: It can be done.
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So, this past Saturday...
I woke up, feeling a bit tired and dehydrated.  Drank a whole mess of water, went out, got some iced coffee, and something weird switched on in my brain.  All of a sudden I was just *happy*.  Everything good was beautiful and everything bad was funny and I didn't care about my woes anymore.  I took a ride into the city, got myself some risotto.  Then I took a LONG walk around the village, and ended up watching this group called STREB.  They were doing this sort of ladder-trapeze style acrobatic act right in the middle of a vacant block in the meatpacking district.  Everyone there was glowing and happy also, it was like, weird and synchronous.  Then I found something called The High Line.  Basically its an elevated boardwalk where an old train line used to be and it goes from 10th st or so, up to 30th st.  Along the way there are tunnels, and flowers and art installations, and the view is superb.  So I walked along the whole route, just feeling perfect and wonderful.  My movements were fluid and graceful and nothing bothered me.  I was able to let go of my normal crippling level of anxiety somehow and be myself without restriction.
At the end of the highline is something called The Lot.  It's basically an outdoor hangout space with food trucks and a bar.  I sat down and let myself just relax and melt a bit after that long long walk.
Next to "the lot" is the New York Trapeze School.  More synchronicity. At this point everything seemed very weird and almost trippy.  It felt like I generated this entire reality from deep within myself.  And I was just non-chalantly ok with that.  I went and got myself some food and watched the women's football world cup.  Japan had a surprise upset of the home team, Germany.  Then I walked back along the High Line as the sun was setting.

Got some coffee, but I was beginning to feel utterly physically exhausted.  Lots of walking, it was time to go home and sleep.  All in all a perfect day.
Since then, my normal mood swings have gradually returned, but something is (I think permanently) different.  I'm no longer filled with worry.  I know that place in my mind exists and I can get back to it.
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Yes I still do take time to read your posts (well as many as I can without becoming TOO internet befoggled)

I just don't post or comment much these days for human life reasons.  Also, because the mechanism of one-to-many internet conversation (ala blogs or forums or LJ or what have you) gives me a lot of anxiety issues right now.

I will say that things are potentially looking very much up for me, right in the middle of the tightening maelstrom that is my current existence.

In that spirit, I'll post this:

Part I

May. 24th, 2011 03:42 pm
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Hi.  Just popping in to let you know I'm here and still reading those of you who are still posting.

That is all.
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70 hr work week last week, followed by a 60 hour week this week.  Hopefully next week we'll be down to a reasonable 50.
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"There exists, for everyone, a sentence - a series of words - that has the power to destroy you. Another sentence exists, another series of words, that could heal you. If you're lucky you will get the second, but you can be certain of getting the first."
— Philip K. Dick (VALIS)

I may have "inadvertently" received the second sentence.
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You'll want to keep the volume down for this one.

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Kickstarter project for 'Selected from the Pattern':

Selected from the Pattern is the upcoming book by artistic duo Neda and Wade Harrell, collectively known as Adwen Creative.

If you've ever seen the images up close, you'll know this is something extra special.

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These are the states that I've spent at least 24 hours in.

visited 17 states (34%)
Create your own visited map of The United States
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Remember Kids, only 3 more days till Annamas!

Stock up on your latex, chrome and electrodes now!
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Rule 63 R2D2 below the cut(e):
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my more hyper-tech savvy friends:
is there any good reason NOT to normalize a relational database as much as possible when designing it?
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My favorite rule 63 below the cut. Circuit 4 and postrodent, you may be particularly delighted.
The Young Ones!!!111 )
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Morgenstern's Law: If you're constantly throwing the baby out with the bathwater, it is safe to assume it was the baby you were after all along.
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[21:10] Agatha Palmerstone: heart attack via bacon is the best way to go
[21:10] Agatha Palmerstone: but only if you're on LSD and MDMA at the same time
[21:11] Agatha Palmerstone: then you get a back rub while dying
[21:11] Agatha Palmerstone: that's the best way to go
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Coney Island reminds me of what I want to see more of in the world.
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"SE wo werE fi na wosankofa a yenkyi."
It is no taboo to return and fetch it when you forget.
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from the comments:
"Let's express the question in statistical terms: if I flip a coin 63 times, and it comes up heads 63 times in a row, what are the odds of it coming up heads again on the next toss? Well-schooled non-traders will say that the odds remain 50-50, regardless of previous outcomes. Traders will realize that if a coin comes up heads 63 times in a row, the next toss will be heads also, for the simple reason that the coin is dishonest and the game is rigged."
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Out of context quote of the day:
"A deep coma is also acceptable."
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Well, the universe sure is "bringing it on" lately.  I can only hope that this bodes well for my future.
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If I were the one who decided how headlights should be designed on cars, I'd make them red.  This is because red light doesn't affect your night vision.  So after a small adjustment period, you'd be able to see even better with red headlights than white ones.  I might also add a UV bulb, because white objects "pop" more under UV light, so it would be easier to see the lines in the road.
Of course, red headlights are probably illegal, which is idiotic.
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My apologies for last night's wackiness, but it really FELT GOOD to just go off on an angry rant or two.
I tried to find targets that would cause the least amount of collateral damage. It was cathartic in just the right way.

I woke up with a song in my heart.
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Hag Sameach to all my Jewish Friends!
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Warning this may cause a bit of sad wistfulness in context. (it's dedicated to Laika, first mammal in space)

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US Army: Soldier = All you can be
NIN's ringfinger:
"if I was twice the man I could be" = 2 soldiers
"I'd still be half of what you need" : 2 soldiers = .5 x What You Need
What You Need = 4 soldiers.
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if there is a sound track to The Future That Never Was, this song will be in it:

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From the ever-amusing Comics Curmudgeon:

Beetle Bailey, 2/5/10

Meanwhile, the poor vendor who owns that cart is lying on some city sidewalk bleeding to death from a bayonet wound to the gut.  But, whatever, that Sarge sure likes to eat, amiright?

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There's still a lot of work to do.  Little by little, we'll catch up.
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I'm a big fan of optical illusions... this one is pretty wicked:
Read more... )
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"What turned the trick you'll never know
You're on your way
You long to go
Time is turning into space
What a trip to Pablo's place

How hard you fall, how soft you land
Ecstasy is in your hand
The glass reveals your secret face
You won't come back from Pablo's place

When Pablo plays, the senses reel
No one knows how weird you feel
Except those who fade without a trace
Last seen on route to Pablo's place."
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We live in a world of pyramidal social fictions. Tomatoes are real, milk is real, wheat is real. But "Pizza" is some shit we made up. Aliens would have no way of grokking it as we do. There is no dialectical historical "pizza imperative".