I woke up and opened a beer. The song--it was something by the 3rd and Mortal--ended and the creatures faded slowly into shadows. It was quiet, except for an insistent blue-jay outside and the fizzing of bubbles in the beer-bottle. Then, suddenly, the walls of my room rushed away from me, shrieking like a flock of insane geese and I was suspended in a pattern of delicate trembling light, each strand a set of arcane equations running with fire along their infinite stretch, fluttering, a moth at the everpresent heart of this infinite cosmic web, impossibly convoluted and full of meaning. I could see all the way to the edges of the infinite universe which are its center, where blind idiot gods churn out more mathematical monstrosities, where everything and nothing begins and ends and is and isn't, and for a second I could hear all the music ever written all at once. Everything expanded at the speed of light and disappeared into a void without stars.
I woke up and opened a beer. It was quiet.
I woke up and opened a beer.
I woke up.
- Most likely to be found at:home?
- Core State: cold
- Aural Input:Fever Ray "When I Grow Up"
And the rising sun burns the clouds away and here I am sitting at the edge of the pit, blasting my nagant at the disappearing will-o-the-wisps (they give one hateful cackle and pop like little hellish venomous fireworks) as the pit by my feet is slowly filling with black, thick, fetid water...what the fuck am I doing in this swamp? Look at the trees: not a single straight one in sight, only twisted, poisoned boles. This is a deadly place. This is a deadly place. This is a deadly place. No treasures here: only misdirections, dissimulations, twisted little paths going nowhere, pale rotting mushrooms for sustenance, a labyrinth, despair, mud, quicksand, loss and blood. Nothing here. What the fuck am I doing here? I am going to go climb a mountain, will give everyone a shout once I get to the top. It is morning: with luck I'll make it by mid-afternoon. But even if I don't, I'll get there tomorrow. By the forest spirits, by echoes and tree-nymphs and elfshot and fairy-rings and berries and aspens, I have forgotten how good it feels to shout!
- Most likely to be found at:another place called home
- Core State: aggravated
- Aural Input:TequilaJazzz "Condemnation"
- Most likely to be found at:bathrobe
- Core State: amused
- Aural Input:And Also the Trees: the whole bloody catalogue
Wormfell itself is a scatter of shops and two or three cafes and pubs; it is a semi-popular place for weekend crowds to go mushrooming, as long as they do not stray too far from the highway or into the woods. Still, each year several fail to come back. But it is hardly more dangerous than spending ones weekend in some parts of the City, and potentially much more profitable. Local mushrooms have strange reputations, and rumoured qualities from growing too near to holes in the fabric of the universe. The said fabric however, is thin and worn in most places in the City and around it it has been my fortune to visit; the whole world is threadbare and things leak into it from the outside at each crease, angle, corner or a turn of the road.
- Most likely to be found at:woiKKK
- Core State: sleepy
- Aural Input:Listen to the music playing in my head
- Core State: anxious
- Aural Input:Genesis "Mama"
Survival? Sanity? A brief restriction in the slaughterhouse?
Shucks, there are voices: one in my ear one without:
telling me things I cannot understand or care or grow flowers in: whence syntax?
Come on, someone must have at least a comma but none do: flags abaying their madness
which only scrapes its way as cover for my solitude.
Transference? Well, fuck no.
There are some points which jut their way into my bed, my brain, my lack of conscious kindness. They must be blunted, There is no other way, but sanity and softness: wherefore you come from? Maybe puddles?
Who is this? Knocking on my skull! I know you are a figment of the fog that covers me besides and underneath and all throughout this long and lonely night unfathomed by vaginas or a brain. Hey!
Do not run: there are no others here but us, stuck slowly in the sugary remains of past reminders (slow suction, death, and monolateral slow motion), platitudes, vertebral pain and useless alliteratives...and consonants!...
I know I am insane, The fourth voice tells me so; and I'm loath to take advice (it is most persuasive!), having banished the first seven. Embrace me. No, embrace the fucking tree. A pinniped. a hedgehog. A softly deformed me.
Ta da. one cannot type or celebrate the highness of the bridges or artifacts that one's mind places on the mat (the purple mat! disaster! pain, and more!!!)--so get it off already, you, convex and bejewelled in your resplendescent treason.
You are not one or two or seventeen or other, You have no reason, neither do I, honestly. I cannot stop, for fear that doing so uncovers some travesty of lies, some insignificant betrayer cowering mildly in the bushes at the roadside as flashing metal objects hurtle by, chewing her thirty silver pieces just like rusty donuts. Don't. Fuck off!!! Tonight's the night. The greenest thing, the most unctuous plant is that it is not you, or you, or you.
Until next life, I present you with this cake and horror: obliquely, counterfactually yours,
I am myself: if only I knew what that was.
- Core State: accomplished
Lapponia is a book written by
The book uses "Lap" mainly to notice that Samis are still pagan and it is concluded that Lap is a word introduced by the Danish historian
It was aimed to meet rumors, or as the council
The book was not until 1956 (after 300 years) fully translated to Swedish (as "Lappland", Acta Lapponica 8, Uppsala 1956). Its references is, however, based on "clergy correspondence" letters, i.e. reports made by priests.
A smaller part of the geographical region described in the book is today named Lappland (or Laponia.)
Оригинал статьи Lapponia (book) на сайте Словари и энциклопедии на Академике
Last week, the print issue carried an article by Amanda Geffer concerning creationist code-words and how to recognize them in pretend-science publications. It was an excellent, rational and thoroughly admirable article.
Apparently, someone complained to the editors about it and the article is currently removed from the online edition of NS, apparently “while they investigate”.
I encourage everyone to follow the link and leave a complaint in the comment section. If the editors do not restore the article in question immediately, or, at least, provide a reasonable explanation for their action (not that I think there can be one, besides intellectual cowardice), I will be cancelling my subscriptiion.
Since the article in question is no longer available at the NS site, I reproduce the complete text of it below:
How to Spot a Religious Agenda, Amanda Gefter, New Scientist, Sat, 28 Feb 2009 22:35 UTC
As a book reviews editor at New Scientist, I often come across so-called science books which after a few pages reveal themselves to be harbouring ulterior motives. I have learned to recognise clues that the author is pushing a religious agenda. As creationists in the US continue to lose court battles over attempts to have intelligent design taught as science in federally funded schools, their strategy has been forced to... well, evolve. That means ensuring that references to pseudoscientific concepts like ID are more heavily veiled. So I thought I’d share a few tips for spotting what may be religion in science’s clothing.
Red flag number one: the term “scientific materialism”. “Materialism” is most often used in contrast to something else - something non-material, or supernatural. Proponents of ID frequently lament the scientific claim that humans are the product of purely material forces. At the same time, they never define how non-material forces might work. I have yet to find a definition that characterises non-materialism by what it is, rather than by what it is not.
The invocation of Cartesian dualism - where the brain and mind are viewed as two distinct entities, one material and the other immaterial - is also a red flag. And if an author describes the mind, or any biological system for that matter, as “irreducibly complex”, let the alarm bells ring.
Misguided interpretations of quantum physics are a classic hallmark of pseudoscience, usually of the New Age variety, but some religious groups are now appealing to aspects of quantum weirdness to account for free will. Beware: this is nonsense.
When you come across the terms “Darwinism” or “Darwinists”, take heed. True scientists rarely use these terms, and instead opt for “evolution” and “biologists”, respectively. When evolution is described as a “blind, random, undirected process”, be warned. While genetic mutations may be random, natural selection is not. When cells are described as “astonishingly complex molecular machines”, it is generally by breathless supporters of ID who take the metaphor literally and assume that such a “machine” requires an “engineer”. If an author wishes for “academic freedom”, it is usually ID code for “the acceptance of creationism”.
Some general sentiments are also red flags. Authors with religious motives make shameless appeals to common sense, from the staid - “There is nothing we can be more certain of than the reality of our sense of self” (James Le Fanu in Why Us?) - to the silly - “Yer granny was an ape!” (creationist blogger Denyse O’Leary). If common sense were a reliable guide, we wouldn’t need science in the first place.
Religiously motivated authors also have a bad habit of linking the cultural implications of a theory to the truth-value of that theory. The ID crowd, for instance, loves to draw a line from Darwin to the Holocaust, as they did in the “documentary” film Expelled: No intelligence allowed. Even if such an absurd link were justified, it would have zero relevance to the question of whether or not the theory of evolution is correct. Similarly, when Le Fanu writes that Darwin’s On the Origin of Species “articulated the desire of many scientists for an exclusively materialist explanation of natural history that would liberate it from the sticky fingers of the theological inference that the beauty and wonder of the natural world was direct evidence for ‘A Designer’", his statement has no bearing on the scientific merits of evolution.
It is crucial to the public’s intellectual health to know when science really is science. Those with a religious agenda will continue to disguise their true views in their effort to win supporters, so please read between the lines.
- Core State: surprised
- Aural Input:Oum Kalthoum - Daret El Ayam
Of course the dolts do not realize that such a definition is certainly begging the question of whether there is anything at all “beyond physical nature”. Meh, they never cease to amuse me.
- Core State: giggly
- Aural Input:Eleftheria Arvanitaki - Skies Ke Xromata (Shadows and Colours)
- Core State: geeky
- Aural Input:Cluster/Brian Eno - Für Luise
Excommunication may be a weak concept, but they are excommunicating the wrong people! These scumbags are punishing the people who have saved the life of the 9-year old girl while refusing to pass a moral judgement on the actual perpetrator. And they feel persecuted? they fucking dare to complain (about trivialities: notice the prominent place given to The Golden Compass in this one)?
- Core State: angry
- Aural Input:Die Form - Disabled Landscape 2
- Core State: curious
- Aural Input:Die Form - Aimant _ Aimant
Ah, now that is out of the way, don't you think that Låt den rätte komma in (Let the right one come in) is possibly the best (and most emotionally beautiful) of all possible vampire movies?
- Core State: contemplative
- Aural Input:TAGC Burning Water
In fact, perhaps those of us that are sane should seriously consider making home in certain places in Northern Europe; or conversely, using them as an example towards which to strive in our work here in the USA.
- Core State: awake
- Aural Input:Staruha Mha - Wheel Of The Year
1. Find an attractive prisoner of war, bring her home, shave her head, trim her nails, and give her new clothes. Then she’s yours. - (Deuteronomy 21:11-13)
2. Find a prostitute and marry her. - (Hosea 1:1-3)
3. Find a man with seven daughters, and impress him by watering his flock. - Moses (Ex 2:16-21)
4. Purchase a piece of property, and get a woman as part of the deal. - Boaz (Ruth 4:5-10)
5. Go to a party and hide. When the women come out to dance, grab one and carry her off to be your wife. - Benjaminites (Judges 21:19-25)
6. Have God create a wife for you while you sleep. Note: this will cost you. - Adam (Gen 2:19-24)
7. Agree to work seven years in exchange for a woman’s hand in marriage. Get tricked into marrying the wrong woman. Then work another seven years for the woman you wanted to marry in the first place. That’s right. Fourteen years of toil for a wife. - Jacob (Genesis 29:15-30)
8. Cut 200 foreskins off of your future father-in-law’s enemies and get his daughter for a wife - David (I Samuel 18:27)
9. Even if no one is out there, just wander around a bit and you’ll definitely find someone. (It’s all relative, of course.) - Cain (Genesis 4:16-17)
10. Become the emperor of a huge nation and hold a beauty contest. - Xerxes or Ahasuerus (Esther 2:3-4)
11. When you see someone you like, go home and tell your parents, “I have seen a ... woman; now get her for me.” If your parents question your decision, simply say, “Get her for me. She’s the one for me.” - Samson (Judges 14:1-3)
12. Kill any husband and take HIS wife (Prepare to lose four sons, though). - David (2 Samuel 11)
13. Wait for your brother to die. Take his widow. (It’s not just a good idea; it’s the law.) - Onana and Boaz (Deuteronomy or Leviticus, example in Ruth)
14. Don’t be so picky. Make up for quality with quantity. - Solomon (1 Kings 11:1-3)
15. A wife?...NOT? - Paul (1 Corinthians 7:32-35)
- Core State: hot
- Aural Input:Белая Гвардия - Еще один блюз
Do I really hate myself and everything I have to say that much? Occasionally I even get angry at myself; but then I get angry at my own anger, and that leads to another episode of imaginative attempt at independence, another uprising which my imagination loses with due repercussions. and so in the circle again. If I had a tail, I’d be chasing it quite properly and even with a pretense of joy. Brain vasectomy: efficient if only ever temporary.
- Core State: infuriated
- Aural Input:Drahomira Song Orchestra - Cuissardes
- Most likely to be found at:woiKKK
- Core State:amorous and horny
- Aural Input:Coil "Love's Secret Demise"
“House Republicans had the wisdom to continue to talk to the Obama White House. This made them look gracious, even as the president edged toward a ‘my way or the highway’ attitude.”
I hope this buffoon keeps on babbling; with luck, he’ll bring the GOP approval ratings into single digits by 2010.
- Core State: irritated
- Aural Input:Belleruche - The Duck
I was on some strange and giant Ringworld, and I had a set of maps and on them was every Universe I had ever visited in my dreams; I just had to get to the right sector. The world extended in time as well as in space, so all the events that had ever happened in those major epic dreams of mine (and believe me, there are a-plenty, and many graphically violent, up to and including the destruction of whole civilizations and wholesale slaughter of millions) were accessible, concurrent, in some strange sense.
The problem, of course, was that there was no good transportation system. I could choose a destination, in space and in time, and have a very reasonable certainty that I would get to it, but the path was determined by the goal, and I still had to traverse many intermediate places and times. At least I seemed to be liberated from the most obvious constraints of linear time: not only did I appear to have all of it in the world, I was also not required to relive all the events leading to the event I was interested in getting to. I could inject myself into the given narrative at any moment I wished, but it came at a cost of having to travel through several other narratives on the way.
All in all, rather confusing, and hauling these maps around (there were, like, many cases of them) was a pain, what with having to fight off everything from Orc-like entities to hot punk-rock wenches to weather patterns, not to mention angry insane deities and faceless dreads each step of the way.
- Core State: geeky
- Aural Input:Belleruche - How Many Times
- Core State: curious
- Aural Input:Belleruche - Idea Three
- Core State: busy
- Aural Input:Torchwood theme
I have several inklings of the ecology of the planet, but they are vague as most dreams are. I will attempt to go back to sleep and try to get to that planet again. It seems to be quite a wondersome place as well as the first new location I have dreamt about for quite a while. While beautiful and feeling slightly safer than my usual city, there still is an undercurrent of menace in the air, and the massive galaxy-restructuring (?) activities further out certainly appear to be sinister in some way.
The snakes themselves are a bit frightening, but mostly because their sheer size and the nonchalance with which they snap up (but do not destroy?) objects in their way; they do not appear to be actively malevolent. If their human spokesmen are asked, they sometimes return whatever they have taken in perfectly good condition (as they did with three cats they picked up, apparently out of sheer curiosity, when I was there). Sometimes they don’t. I am not sure whether I was the woman protagonist, but I was certainly observing the action either directly through her eyes or just a bit to the side, so to speak.
The landscape was beyond weird: with deeply forested--and snowed under--patches right next to warm underground warrens, some quite organic, others apparently constructed from giant Lego blocks. Some of the passages between interior rooms appear to be non-euclidean in their geometry. Doors and other apertures open and close seemingly at random; other objects are brought with people from Earth (the motorcycle made it!).
And what about the human spokesmen for the inhabitants? Are they voluntary collaborators, or meat puppets? And what is the status of the snakes? Are they the masters of the world (and beyond) or simply worker drones?
OK, then, I am definitely going back there...see y'all in the morning!
- Core State: awake
- Aural Input:As Dead As Leaves - No
I suppose the good thing about it is that the GOP is only further marginalizing itself and will join the American Communist party and the American National Socialists in irrelevance over the next few years, leaving Democrats as the standard party of the center-right and allowing some kind of a coherent left movement to emerge to challenge them. All in all, it’s about time USA found some political sanity and caught up with the rest of the Western society in this way.
- Core State: quixotic
- Aural Input:In the Nursery - Mandra
- Core State: pleased
- Aural Input:Jan Garbarek - Gautes-Margjit
- Core State: contemplative
- Aural Input:Владимир Высоцкий - Мы вращаем Землю
- Core State: annoyed
- Aural Input:Test Dept - Yn Nyyd Cadiawr
Anyway, pleased to meat you; and I am only reporting my failure to go to a random drunken fuck-bashery so I would know why I went to sleep in my bed tonight. Chillun...Anomie Belle are playing at Rotture next Fri; perhaps I shall pray to good music in the spirit of sobriety and celibacy by then.
- Core State: drunk
- Aural Input:Anomie Belle - Down
- Core State: artistic
- Aural Input:Keith Jarrett - Processional
Those that don't know what vi is should ignore the previous sentence and concentrate on something else.
- Most likely to be found at:halfway to the ceiling. I can fly!
- Core State: scared
- Aural Input:Anouar Brahem "L'aube"
- Most likely to be found at:new home for the unruly
- Core State: energetic
- Aural Input:Patricia Barber "In the Still of the Night"
by Center for Inquiry
The Center for Inquiry urges the Afghan government to release Sayed Pervez Kambakhsh, a 23-year-old journalism student at Balkh University and reporter for the local daily Jahan-e-Naw (The New World), sentenced to death for insulting Islam.
Mr. Kambakhsh was arrested on October 27, 2007, in Mazar-i-Sharif, Balkh province, for allegedly downloading and distributing material from a Farsi website which suggested that the Qur'an and Prophet Muhammad legitimize the oppression of women.
On January 22, 2008, Kambakhsh was brought before a Islamic court, without a lawyer or public oversight. Accused of un-Islamic speech and activity, socialism, rebelliousness, and improper instigation of religious debate, he was convicted of blasphemy by the court and sentenced to death.
To sign the petition go to:
- Core State: determined
- Aural Input:Ataraxia "Historiae"