Thursday, June 23, 2011
Sunday, June 19, 2011
Notes on the timespace of music
http://www.mnstate.edu/gracyk/courses/aesthetics%20of%20music/attali'snoise.htm
apply the altermodern re-evaluation to music - timespace is a flip of spacetime - a Kantianism. Neo-Kantianism.
The "recant", the remusicology. - Richard Toop reader at the Conservatorium,
to musicalise this ReKantianiasm of timespace - segues from indigenous "dreamtime"
http://www.goodreads.com/author/quotes/47403.John_Cage
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=A0BNsBlzQII&feature=related
music without space - semipermeable monadologies of the city of the secular. aka the quantum "soup" - internal worlds (weathers) intermingling and affecting ecos (ecology and economy?)
weathertime - clocks and weathervanes
apply the altermodern re-evaluation to music - timespace is a flip of spacetime - a Kantianism. Neo-Kantianism.
The "recant", the remusicology. - Richard Toop reader at the Conservatorium,
to musicalise this ReKantianiasm of timespace - segues from indigenous "dreamtime"
http://www.goodreads.com/author/quotes/47403.John_Cage
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=A0BNsBlzQII&feature=related
music without space - semipermeable monadologies of the city of the secular. aka the quantum "soup" - internal worlds (weathers) intermingling and affecting ecos (ecology and economy?)
weathertime - clocks and weathervanes
Tuesday, June 14, 2011
Stormy links
http://news.nationalgeographic.com/news/2011/06/pictures/110606-chile-volcano-lightning-science-ash-eruption/
shortly afterwards
http://www.nasa.gov/mission_pages/sunearth/news/News060711-blast.html
the music of the sphere and the birdsong returned: the ritornello
shortly afterwards
http://www.nasa.gov/mission_pages/sunearth/news/News060711-blast.html
the music of the sphere and the birdsong returned: the ritornello
Sunday, June 5, 2011
Time is the last place
As Werner Herzog noted in an interview about inhuman or rarely explored place, the language surrounding it can be dangerous. Embracing the rarely inhabitable place as a condiment in the spice rack brings new sensations - johnny cash had a song of caution around this
I will play one chord of the altermodern "Time is the last place [to explore]"
A chanson of Bergson, separating Space and Time - in global science this lost out to Kant and ultimately Einstein nailed Time as a separate region with in a funerary Tardis.
Yes the elasticity of experienced time - duree. It is the sense of duration of time. What is time without duration except another space? It is the fabric. As space has so many ascriptions to it. first of affect, then surface, solidities and it mutates into an eternal production line. Spacetime.
I picked up snippets of Bergson's duree from text and long conversations with friends that seemed like hours then, and was approximately so, and now I remember them vividly as approximately so. The joke here is that yes a poetic sliderule can be used. Poetry for poetry's sake though, is obsessive. Try something different for a change of habit.
Bourriaud then is like all good frenchmen, duelling dullly with Germans. Timespace. To accord respect to altermodernity then. Bergson smiling shadow is given light.
How do we, can we sense the space of Time? That is another article. Changing the order of semipermeable taxonomic terms yields different results and different investigations. Quo - temporalising space yields different results. In subjectivity, and human production. The temporalizing of the human.
An old wives tale says that rosemary is good for memory. So as the experimenter, I walked and smelled the rosemary bushes as the aromas travelled to me, with an immediacy that endured rains, storms, worms and summer. I took a small bag of rosemary home and smelt it, took it in, intoxicated by smell, a drunkenness of days - for a about 5 minutes in the morning for a week. Did I remember anything?
I walked to work and past a greenhouse. I looked and the sun glinted off the windows into my eyes. I suddenly smelt rosemary. For a split second, - the recollection of that stayed with me for days - my vision went black and everything of me was transported back home with my face in the small bag of rosemary. A second later, I regained presence, and kept walking. One of the most amazing experiences of my life. I remember it now, this happened in 2009 and the memory came to me today. Memory in this experience, if memory is a metaphor, became literal. It was time travel not of memory as senses but as total body to place of presence. Time travel to a past space in chronology. This opens the experience to non-linear travels.
The life of time are different curves and waves and colours, a map of various, intermittent landscapes, hills reappearing but changed as hills change in seasons, weathers and plantations. Really, Julie Andrews as Sister Maria in The Sound of Music? Belief matters not. But there are bears, raccoons, antelope, and other Austrian beasties, like Moose in them hills. The hills are alive with music, but let's not get too belle epoque convent-girlies, well, there are rabbits and kittens and foxes tied up in thick string too. Crickets, and wind in trees and aeroplanes in friendly skies - that is all music.
Earth Art was of a time and the music from it. I heard stories of earth art musicians digging holes and connecting tensioned wires to sturdy trees and creating sound frequencies, akin to plucking harp strings with the hole dug as the resonance board. Cannot find references yet. People visualise memory, Proust made memory tactile and olfactory. (Tripping on the break in the footpath jogged memories and of course, the aroma of perfumes and rosemary.) Hearing your memories, not just recollecting conversations, but hearing time - that is a semipermeable taxonomy that is diagnosed as inappropriate affect in Medicine.
If Proust x Bergson then A la Recherche du Temps Perdu could have been 20 pages. Proust prayed to the patron saint of lost objects, to not accumulate, but recuperate or revisit the Times he found. The Lost Times, well, they probably in the back of his writing chez-lounge.
Timespace. The afterlife is a time and not a place and it exists in the vocabulary of timespace, so do imagined histories like CS Lewis and Tolkein Middle Earths, and Tardises. People inhabit space, spacetime, time, timespace. The afterlife is a literary device, no-one on earth lives there, some people want to get there, by leap or natural causes. If people do live there, they either are in a jail in life, or keeping very very quiet. The previous lives! Please shut up now. It's like hearing your great dream, it is vanity and no-one cares except your girlfriends or so they say.
But pay attention when someone tells you their history, that is at least real, without the frippery of technologies, successes or limits of understanding.
I will play one chord of the altermodern "Time is the last place [to explore]"
A chanson of Bergson, separating Space and Time - in global science this lost out to Kant and ultimately Einstein nailed Time as a separate region with in a funerary Tardis.
Yes the elasticity of experienced time - duree. It is the sense of duration of time. What is time without duration except another space? It is the fabric. As space has so many ascriptions to it. first of affect, then surface, solidities and it mutates into an eternal production line. Spacetime.
I picked up snippets of Bergson's duree from text and long conversations with friends that seemed like hours then, and was approximately so, and now I remember them vividly as approximately so. The joke here is that yes a poetic sliderule can be used. Poetry for poetry's sake though, is obsessive. Try something different for a change of habit.
Bourriaud then is like all good frenchmen, duelling dullly with Germans. Timespace. To accord respect to altermodernity then. Bergson smiling shadow is given light.
How do we, can we sense the space of Time? That is another article. Changing the order of semipermeable taxonomic terms yields different results and different investigations. Quo - temporalising space yields different results. In subjectivity, and human production. The temporalizing of the human.
An old wives tale says that rosemary is good for memory. So as the experimenter, I walked and smelled the rosemary bushes as the aromas travelled to me, with an immediacy that endured rains, storms, worms and summer. I took a small bag of rosemary home and smelt it, took it in, intoxicated by smell, a drunkenness of days - for a about 5 minutes in the morning for a week. Did I remember anything?
I walked to work and past a greenhouse. I looked and the sun glinted off the windows into my eyes. I suddenly smelt rosemary. For a split second, - the recollection of that stayed with me for days - my vision went black and everything of me was transported back home with my face in the small bag of rosemary. A second later, I regained presence, and kept walking. One of the most amazing experiences of my life. I remember it now, this happened in 2009 and the memory came to me today. Memory in this experience, if memory is a metaphor, became literal. It was time travel not of memory as senses but as total body to place of presence. Time travel to a past space in chronology. This opens the experience to non-linear travels.
The life of time are different curves and waves and colours, a map of various, intermittent landscapes, hills reappearing but changed as hills change in seasons, weathers and plantations. Really, Julie Andrews as Sister Maria in The Sound of Music? Belief matters not. But there are bears, raccoons, antelope, and other Austrian beasties, like Moose in them hills. The hills are alive with music, but let's not get too belle epoque convent-girlies, well, there are rabbits and kittens and foxes tied up in thick string too. Crickets, and wind in trees and aeroplanes in friendly skies - that is all music.
Earth Art was of a time and the music from it. I heard stories of earth art musicians digging holes and connecting tensioned wires to sturdy trees and creating sound frequencies, akin to plucking harp strings with the hole dug as the resonance board. Cannot find references yet. People visualise memory, Proust made memory tactile and olfactory. (Tripping on the break in the footpath jogged memories and of course, the aroma of perfumes and rosemary.) Hearing your memories, not just recollecting conversations, but hearing time - that is a semipermeable taxonomy that is diagnosed as inappropriate affect in Medicine.
If Proust x Bergson then A la Recherche du Temps Perdu could have been 20 pages. Proust prayed to the patron saint of lost objects, to not accumulate, but recuperate or revisit the Times he found. The Lost Times, well, they probably in the back of his writing chez-lounge.
Timespace. The afterlife is a time and not a place and it exists in the vocabulary of timespace, so do imagined histories like CS Lewis and Tolkein Middle Earths, and Tardises. People inhabit space, spacetime, time, timespace. The afterlife is a literary device, no-one on earth lives there, some people want to get there, by leap or natural causes. If people do live there, they either are in a jail in life, or keeping very very quiet. The previous lives! Please shut up now. It's like hearing your great dream, it is vanity and no-one cares except your girlfriends or so they say.
But pay attention when someone tells you their history, that is at least real, without the frippery of technologies, successes or limits of understanding.
Anglo-Australian culture and mimesis
"You can tell a lot about a culture in the way they rhapsodize about their horses" - a corruption of a Mahatma Gandhi meat is murder quote.
There was movement at the station as the news had got around that the cold from Old Regret had got away...
The Man from Snowy River, The Song of Roland, Don Quixote, Equus, ...
and then there are the cultures that don't have horses.
Horses for courses. - In Anglo-Australian culture, the pasts of racism, the Black History, Empires of Eternal Sun, there are places of mass murder - and fair enough, they happen everywhere in colonisation, when they become part of the curriculum or of a nation's culture. I wonder if later high school they teach Australian History of Colonial Wars and Massacres. The mirror back is not nice, and thus the general anti-intellectualism of Anglo Australia. But they Anglo-Australia can tell a joke and mimick. I would celebrate this, the rough, and politically incorrect comedy of Rodney Rude and Kevin "Bloody" Wilson. If you turn the volume down, you hear nothing.
Come Fly With Me from the Little Britain comedians, has a skit with a racist Airport Internal Security Officer, questioning a new staff member of an airport shop.
"Where were you born? Pakistan??"
"No, Birmingham!"
"What about your parents??"
"Um Birmingham"
"Okay, your grandparents?"
"Yeah, Pakistan"
"So, if England played Pakistan in the cricket, who would you support?"
"I don't follow cricket, I like Wrestling!"
and the satirised contemporary security interrogation is scuttled and funny. It is mimesis - satirising racist mimickry and being self-reflective about it. This self-reflection is an ethical admission and that's why politically correct English can handle this comedy. - It is a re-embodied mimickry and will be Benny Hill in 10 years. Maybe why Benny Hill was loved by the French after leaving the UK might be something for you to consider.
Non-English listening Pakistani immigrants would just see interrogation. Potentially confusing, no? Present this surface reading to the self-reflective chortling socialist, they may worry and get the guilts again. Any comedy where you can turn they volume off and not see ostracisation is politically correct. The three stooges though are guys from the same culture - volume on or off, it's the same thing really. It's an artless physical humour working off schadenfreud. Schadenfreud and the goat - the best schadenfreud is when the misfortunate other is a cause of great misfortune themselves aka poetic justice - as if Hitler were the scapegoat. Michael Palin rhapsodized over Chile and Argentina for a reason.....he learnt the secret bound by death. He would have been killed on the spot but for his continuing global humanitarian services to the humours.
The white Australian comedy of mimickry as opposed to mimesis, is swell of Anglo-Australian culture. There is no groundswell though, unless if Anglo Australian culture is the culture of prison. A culture of dismissing, not the herd mentality of mimesis, but the undomesticated brumby packs of mimickry. In European modernity, mimesis is cautious of herd-mentality. Mimickry is environmental, not individual, the coo-ee needs the response. If you don't fit in easily, learn mimickry, respect the Austrlian accent, which is so culturally and internationally fragile in a global politics which works on sophisticated mimetic exchange. Anglo-Australians who realise that power in politics or culture where mimesis is the lingua franca - have got to come across to a wild mimesis. Mimickry is funny and scapegoating. Watch the goats, they can consume anything, live in all lands. It is an ordinariness of living.
Sometimes cunts can be like this.
Mimesis is political and can be shot up, shot across, or shot down.
Mimickry is the kookaburra, is Rodney Rude's theory of how Vietnamese names came around. The Cronulla Riots was a cultural groundswell and is part of the mutation of Australian Multiculture as the ground.
Assimilation assumes one culture and conforming to this. Conforming to National Laws though I have no issue with.
Multiculturalism is damned. Multiculturalism is totally fucked. That is why it's the best, because it reflects what Australia has been since the end of World War II. Love the fuckedness. I speak as a wog though. The aboriginal people will have their own writing on this and I appreciate their general talk of connectedness to everything. It is what the West can't do, from the universal to the particular -- it's a worry for the gubbas. How aboriginal peoples engaged with the arrival of domesticated horses I would love to know.
Social Worker talk of "mainstreaming" gave Governments and institution a kudos of contemporary discourse which is in no way deserved or accurate, at all.
Fuck the social worker acronyms - CALD - Culturally and Linguistic Diverse. It's a funny and inappropriate word - because using only two terms as the focus of diversity in society is a malapropism. They are keeping their eyes on social diversity - all two of them.
Mimickry is earthly and earthy. Mimesis is earthly and domesticated. Come clean white feller, on the global political stage there are much smaller and less resource rich third world countries that have more political clout than Australia. Barry Humphries was good enough to coin a cultural cringe. In the Australian culture, there are many types of this. Thissy here is a fringe cringe.
Sydney is the greatest city in the World - Oprah 2010.
Wait for the horses to trample - horses for flat courses, brumbies for mountains
There was movement at the station as the news had got around that the cold from Old Regret had got away...
The Man from Snowy River, The Song of Roland, Don Quixote, Equus, ...
and then there are the cultures that don't have horses.
Horses for courses. - In Anglo-Australian culture, the pasts of racism, the Black History, Empires of Eternal Sun, there are places of mass murder - and fair enough, they happen everywhere in colonisation, when they become part of the curriculum or of a nation's culture. I wonder if later high school they teach Australian History of Colonial Wars and Massacres. The mirror back is not nice, and thus the general anti-intellectualism of Anglo Australia. But they Anglo-Australia can tell a joke and mimick. I would celebrate this, the rough, and politically incorrect comedy of Rodney Rude and Kevin "Bloody" Wilson. If you turn the volume down, you hear nothing.
Come Fly With Me from the Little Britain comedians, has a skit with a racist Airport Internal Security Officer, questioning a new staff member of an airport shop.
"Where were you born? Pakistan??"
"No, Birmingham!"
"What about your parents??"
"Um Birmingham"
"Okay, your grandparents?"
"Yeah, Pakistan"
"So, if England played Pakistan in the cricket, who would you support?"
"I don't follow cricket, I like Wrestling!"
and the satirised contemporary security interrogation is scuttled and funny. It is mimesis - satirising racist mimickry and being self-reflective about it. This self-reflection is an ethical admission and that's why politically correct English can handle this comedy. - It is a re-embodied mimickry and will be Benny Hill in 10 years. Maybe why Benny Hill was loved by the French after leaving the UK might be something for you to consider.
Non-English listening Pakistani immigrants would just see interrogation. Potentially confusing, no? Present this surface reading to the self-reflective chortling socialist, they may worry and get the guilts again. Any comedy where you can turn they volume off and not see ostracisation is politically correct. The three stooges though are guys from the same culture - volume on or off, it's the same thing really. It's an artless physical humour working off schadenfreud. Schadenfreud and the goat - the best schadenfreud is when the misfortunate other is a cause of great misfortune themselves aka poetic justice - as if Hitler were the scapegoat. Michael Palin rhapsodized over Chile and Argentina for a reason.....he learnt the secret bound by death. He would have been killed on the spot but for his continuing global humanitarian services to the humours.
The white Australian comedy of mimickry as opposed to mimesis, is swell of Anglo-Australian culture. There is no groundswell though, unless if Anglo Australian culture is the culture of prison. A culture of dismissing, not the herd mentality of mimesis, but the undomesticated brumby packs of mimickry. In European modernity, mimesis is cautious of herd-mentality. Mimickry is environmental, not individual, the coo-ee needs the response. If you don't fit in easily, learn mimickry, respect the Austrlian accent, which is so culturally and internationally fragile in a global politics which works on sophisticated mimetic exchange. Anglo-Australians who realise that power in politics or culture where mimesis is the lingua franca - have got to come across to a wild mimesis. Mimickry is funny and scapegoating. Watch the goats, they can consume anything, live in all lands. It is an ordinariness of living.
Sometimes cunts can be like this.
Mimesis is political and can be shot up, shot across, or shot down.
Mimickry is the kookaburra, is Rodney Rude's theory of how Vietnamese names came around. The Cronulla Riots was a cultural groundswell and is part of the mutation of Australian Multiculture as the ground.
Assimilation assumes one culture and conforming to this. Conforming to National Laws though I have no issue with.
Multiculturalism is damned. Multiculturalism is totally fucked. That is why it's the best, because it reflects what Australia has been since the end of World War II. Love the fuckedness. I speak as a wog though. The aboriginal people will have their own writing on this and I appreciate their general talk of connectedness to everything. It is what the West can't do, from the universal to the particular -- it's a worry for the gubbas. How aboriginal peoples engaged with the arrival of domesticated horses I would love to know.
Social Worker talk of "mainstreaming" gave Governments and institution a kudos of contemporary discourse which is in no way deserved or accurate, at all.
Fuck the social worker acronyms - CALD - Culturally and Linguistic Diverse. It's a funny and inappropriate word - because using only two terms as the focus of diversity in society is a malapropism. They are keeping their eyes on social diversity - all two of them.
Mimickry is earthly and earthy. Mimesis is earthly and domesticated. Come clean white feller, on the global political stage there are much smaller and less resource rich third world countries that have more political clout than Australia. Barry Humphries was good enough to coin a cultural cringe. In the Australian culture, there are many types of this. Thissy here is a fringe cringe.
Sydney is the greatest city in the World - Oprah 2010.
Wait for the horses to trample - horses for flat courses, brumbies for mountains
Saturday, June 4, 2011
Inhabitance
http://tap.sagepub.com/content/19/6/728.abstract
"Yet I show that, from an epistemological point of view, habitus theory is not deterministic. Bourdieu’s treatment of this concept implies at least three principles that exclude determinism: (1) the production of an infinite number of behaviors from a limited number of principles, (2) permanent mutation, and (3) the intensive and extensive limits of sociological understanding. After identifying and describing these principles, I show the reason for their incompatibility with a deterministic perspective and consider their implications for the corresponding model of action."
Habitus, Psychology, and Ethnography: Introduction to the Special Section Theory & Psychology December 2009 19: 707-711, Mathieu Hilgers
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Here goes,
habitus in this writing, is principled, theoretic, a productivity is modeled to create infinity and spanning denoted zones (inside/outside)
the notion of inhabitance from me, As the above quote from Neruda presents, it is an intention for hybridity as making a Chilean salad. Pablo Neruda wrote a book "Elemental Odes" where odes to various things elemental like rocks ("certain rocks" as his turn of phrase happenstance), tomatoes, ("dressing the salads of Chile") , a pair of socks, - they are everday - poetry for him is to make the everyday esteemed, and celebrated with wine. The mediterranean style celebration.
t's celebration not like potlatch when it became political by becoming destructive of "wealth" products in the ceremonial exchange, - especially when Western Industrial products, like furs, books, and other assorted consumer items were burnt and was deemed illegal for 70 years. This is not the disordered "word salads" of medical symptamotology. It's an old term.
The Chilean celebration is the asado, the barbie, salads, dancing, wine, music, dirty songs, teasings and jokes - traditionally. Chilean male to male, and female to male, is by jokes and teasings. Any Chilean or anyone with that heritage and connected to the tradition knows this by heart and exchange. Distinctively, the celebration is immediate "ya empezo el hueveo" - "now the jokes have started". To bring you along, when Chilean good friends meet and embrace, men usually, commonly they would start - heeeey, fatso haven't seen you for ages! - yeah baldy, how you been? "ya empezo el hueveo" as you could read, if there is no acquaintance or the friends are estranged, it can usher on physical fights, ugly, because there is no native or national martial art from the land - just warriorhood from the sovereign indigeneous nations- but that's another story. Watch out for cutting implements at the salad table - just a rule of thumb.
I will push slowly now. I sensed that I "look" at landscapes, I look at the lay of the land of discourse, and mix up the taxonomies, like a salad. I am in discussion with an economist regarding psychopathological labels of global economics and credit agencies (Moodys - Standard and Poors), he let go a raft of the metaphors of economics. Besides the manic depressive nature of global economics as was pointed by Alan Greenspan, Ex-head of the Federal Reserve 2008 - Bear and Bull markets - Keynsian terms, he described as "animal spirits" metaphors. The arbitrariness of money value - that all commerce students know. Pluck Adam Smith's Invisible hand. So I read the metaphors of discourse and then approach from another metaphorical model to mix things up, as the blog quote denots.
So I read things, poeticaly - metaphors, and then mix the taxonmies with other metaphors culinary wise, or like a highschool chemistry lab experiment. Throwing models together through semipermeable taxonomies - the blog title itself borrows from biologies - cellular biology and classificational biology. Solanum lycopersicum with a small percentage of sodium chloride it is good for the anatimo.
Reading.
As I am want to look for the point of entry through these surfaces - It is visual as poking and probing - but the Simpson Aliens had exhausted all research possibilites.
Looking
Have I seen what I looked at, or did I look at what I saw - Hart Crane
So I explore other senses - searching for intensive or extensive limits - hearing, tactile. And traveled on landscapes with those. Much has been made of traveling in nomadology.
Habitus as percieved by the senses - what ever mode of sense (say visuality) and submode (surveying, readerly) - which ever sense or way of that sense -is habitus as perception.
If Robert Anton Wilson wanted to remove the word "is" to open up perception from ascription. I would like to remove the word "as". So that immediacy, and it's ascription of time as distance (it's nearly 8oclock, "I should go home soon" - can be mutated to the term "inhabitance" - playing with the senses, in ways semipermeable, like discursive synaesthesia, or celebration. Latin American "asados", salads and chimichurri, pebre (great home made green and red liquid mix of medium chilli, but liquid, not Tex Mex or even Mexican salsa. - I know not yet how to do this marvel) - a friend's mother calls it "pasta base" - freebase sauce - oh Gloria you are wicked hahaha.
The mix of the chimicurri is not Latin American but South American - damn, is there an Oda al Chimichurri , Versos al Pebre? I am sure there is, maybe not in Neruda's work but I will check a major selector, "Pablo Neruda is my homeboy" - the first facebook Neruda group I joined - I looked at it in the mix, hybrid way - I now taste the fine chimichurri,- hang with the cross-cultural homies - yes. Inhabitance - so many great works by Neruda, and the uses of inhabitance is his joy - "Residency on Earth", Canto General (General Song), The Captain's Verses, Winter Garden, and his first publication and culturally embed is "20 songs of love and a song of desperation" - everyone in that country knows it, damn I speak English and I know it.
Inhabitance - taking up the modes, navigating the Chilean Archipelago through open submodes, rocky submodes (paranoia, inattentiveness, unfeeling, frostbited for examples). Vast submodes - visionary, cosmic, universal, global) (submodes of mobility - travel, nomadology, sedentary, acrobatic, flexible, contortionist) and the chapters of hands. In the Chilean Archipelago, you will find Robinson Crusoe Island, where the real-life person ascribed in th novel was shipwrecked. Easter Island....I would not go there - get lost in the subterranean cities, those Moai. Bah! Chiloe and its traditions - a magic place.
mix them up - the infinity factor comes in - I believe there has been calculation of submodes and then the mix of these (paranoid vision, inattentive cosmic unfeeling universal ---)_ these are unproductive modes Productive modes are inhabitances, obviously. And fun. And the complexity of productive modes, submodes and these mixes, and then mixed the with the same in the anti productive and and the same in unproductive - is the soup we are made of. Autochtonous, a common word in Castillian, not so English....Primordial? Leave that to Carl Sagan and Mel Brooks. Discursive, metaphorical, inhabited soups? hahahah is there an Ode to the Soup du Jour? My father recalled a handful of times in his life something an acquaintance said to him in old 1950s Chile "no mucho sopa para la cabeza" - not too much soup for the head. Yes the cryptic shit my dad uttered - a Winey Shatner as therapeutic homilies. Must have been a soup glut one year in the obsession of the underclass home made cook books...
To produce modals, submodals and mix them up has been done in cybernetics as linguistics, anthropology, psychology, and my preferences. Read the snippet again. Un abrazo calido - warm embrace. The farewell to go home, abrazos (hugs) to sign off familial and friendly emails. The cut point of Latin cultures. Across people. Embrace and hey be good, take care.
Inhabitance by walking, home life. The dancing there is different - people of certain communities gather at dance halls from kids - to flirties, to slight more flirtiers, to married with prams, to the old happy people. inhabitance
This is not literalisation of metaphors, but the swimming in them, passing through them, don't fucken play El Condor Pasa, just fucken don't! hahahah ya empezo el hueveo! Inhabiting metaphors. Nietzsche mentioned mobile metaphors in his powerful work "On Truth and Lie in the Amoral Sense". That metaphors move.
Nietzsche and the mobility of metaphor. Submodes of sedentary, walking, balanced, flexible - ha - Zarathustra sees the tight rope walker fall - a beautiful death as Philipe Petit said of his Twin Tower walk, if it ended badly - Nietzsche's tightrope walker falling to his death and Zarathustra eulogizing his death and dying through his passions. The other "clown" on that tightrope, far more nimble, jumps, taunts and teases the tight rope walker. It is sad, but don't take it personally, Nietzsche is a navigator, a ship sailor, a marine lover as Irigiray smiles. The channels through the archipelago take art, balance, concentration engendering flexibility, to go pass the taunter. Engagement with the clown taunter was a comedy of acrobatics misplayed. On the tightrope though , there is not many places to go to hahaha the tightrope walker in this case missed the comedy of the taunt due to singular, linear path over a height. Professional tightrope walkers in the circus tradition with training and performance obviously hop, jump, and do fancy bodywork. Nietzsche's dead tightrope walker was a poor plodding sod. Hahaha, the other tightrope walker, the clown, - he was the professional. And guilty of tragedy. But it's not that bad, as tightrope goes, Nietzsche's is using a taught singular beginning - end acrobatic feat. It is walk the walk, talk the talk, tragicomic acrobatics with some priest-foil atheist.
I think the tightrope scene in Zarathustra currently that this is a homily - caution, nimbleness as virtues or anti-Lutheran preaching don't take the narrow path, take many paths or wider, safer, more scenic, warm, sensual and interesting paths.
I am reminded of Dauno Martinez, Sydney based bass player and the nicest badass you would really like to meet, hear and smile with. The virtuosity, yes, the poetics from the virtuosity, yes, the stratosphere, yes, the bottom end to make a groove rhythm inhabiting different altitudes, grounds, environments, poetics of his electric pedal use to make the mixes - wonderful, the ability to respect the genre, that is there.
(youtube of dauno martinez doing this stuff.)
Borges said that the history of the world can be drawn back to a few metaphors. He had a unique originariness. Back to the original few "walls" - which Cortazar played with in his opening story of Bestiary - where a tenant inhabits a new house. And someone in that house is making walls, more walls, until the protagonist is walled out of his house.
Neruda liked Borges but found him dreary - not much to work with. Borges criticised Neruda as a rightwinger - Borges turned blind in more ways than one...could only see really really large print towards the twilight of his life. They are not books of sand which is a a impermeable surface of eternity and specificity - his inhabitance was a handful of XL letters.
The eternal mutations of joy. Inhabitance with the senses and their productive antiproductive and unproductive submodes - is affirmed as yes. Infinity is questionable in quants? but the soup du jours are everyday. But have the fish of the day on Wednesday or Thursday. Chilean portsides - the seafood is exquisite. As well as the omni food of Peru. yeah. native herbal curative teas of South America. Yes that's down home. Peyote well, that's there and in the eyes of splendid visionaries who own the world. The master of the world...as a street acquaintance told me of his shamanic beliefs. That is romantic - that is a little nerdy of the hippy hipster chomskian. He was cool sort of, the sweet Aussie nerd proselytizing buddhism and shamanism was Howl sung to the melody of El Condor paso otra vez - the condor flew past his in his irises.
Moving house anxiety. Domestic anxiety of living on my own. Suffering anxiety for hours, but bergsonian hours that fit in my small change jeans pocket. My hands, knees, enviro no fluid cleaning products. Own the dirt. Something is missing. A crackling living domesticity - fragrance of orchids. My own cooking does things to my friends - indirectly sometimes hehehe the comics taunts the "walk of shame" walker. Well, I don't have professional bowels, lucky I don't do that for income. Tom Cruise and Katie Holmes gold plated Suri's first number two, and put it up for auction on e-bay. It would have made fiscal paper for the vaults and home kitty
I should get a pet - it is a safeguard.
This will be no way as great as Pablo Neruda's houses, his dinner tables and bars, shoe and butterfly collections. In the manner of the alterlatino academic discussing the world of the gothic forest (readings of European sensibility) - I dunno - level of philosophy?
The french are very interested in houses - what's your house like? Their philosophy is aristocratic, examines structures and it's technics - genealogical and dynastic. The House of Namey, and they flee with ethnography, refuge in anthropology and otherness, alterity, they like you and your house, but they wear no pants in the morning. Nomadology is the footsteps of this dynasty in fruitful activities away from the Palace. Historical studies in Nomad culture document that in medieval city centres of the middle east, political power sharing arrangements - familial based - were practiced - one family ruled for a year, and the other five made an existence in their wanderings.
This was a codified practice of distribution of political power. Nomads explores, wandered, met, but they have a lineage and are waiting for succession. Deleuze and Guattari are orphan dauphins. Nomadology as Deleuze and Guattari, read through postcolonialism, is are footsteps to ascendancy whose traces are transient as sand, stopping at oases, with Xanadu as mirage, shimmering in a delusional distance, of escaped foreign legion soldier Beau Geste - who aint no-one's cop. the uniform of discourse is but surface.
To be kind to phenomoneologist which I don't know anything about really. Phenomenologies should acknowledge from Bourdieu, mutations, the mutation of perception and sense and the inhabitances of these, as mobile phenomenological inhabited mutations.
The English, see-sawing, happy in misery, melancholic with transience of niceness, and that, in pose, that niceness can never return? Talk about the weather, in a strange way, global warming is bringing out an English beam, but civil order and propriety till then. A basis of inclusion to sensibility and exclusion to ignorance of this propriety. Cliched, the rich mixed cultural and political points of London, it is nicey and dicey.
I cue orderly when I am the only person waiting in the line, don't you?
That old cliche is old duffle hat, nostalgia is power though I sense. The pining for the sun never setting is reborn in Little Britain, The Office, and Come Fly with Me. Nostalgia - greek for homesickness - Nostalgia for empire, yes hit that again, it's a feelgood - Come Fly with Me. Yes lunatic. I wonder what non-english listeners think when the comedic volume is turned to zero. Not so funny... but have your day in the sun. I hear you get more nowadays :)
The geneology of Germans, the Aryan pure transplanted in Noveau Germanias in South America. As well as Nazi fugitives. They are the comical scapegoats of Chilean humour. The irony is not lost on the Chileans. Chilean folklore has a secret which I am bound by death not to tell. Truly bastard lands and the Aryan immigrants want purity, noble Aleman? The Nazi fugitive wants sanctuary?
One silly old chilean dad joke - Mr Otto walks up limping terribly wincing in pain. Mr Fritz asks urgently "what's wrong Mr Otto? You look sick!" - "my shoes are 3 sized to small Mr Otto!"
I guess the next alter-chilean story from me is "La Herida Justo y su Canya Mala".
"Yet I show that, from an epistemological point of view, habitus theory is not deterministic. Bourdieu’s treatment of this concept implies at least three principles that exclude determinism: (1) the production of an infinite number of behaviors from a limited number of principles, (2) permanent mutation, and (3) the intensive and extensive limits of sociological understanding. After identifying and describing these principles, I show the reason for their incompatibility with a deterministic perspective and consider their implications for the corresponding model of action."
Habitus, Psychology, and Ethnography: Introduction to the Special Section Theory & Psychology December 2009 19: 707-711, Mathieu Hilgers
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Here goes,
habitus in this writing, is principled, theoretic, a productivity is modeled to create infinity and spanning denoted zones (inside/outside)
the notion of inhabitance from me, As the above quote from Neruda presents, it is an intention for hybridity as making a Chilean salad. Pablo Neruda wrote a book "Elemental Odes" where odes to various things elemental like rocks ("certain rocks" as his turn of phrase happenstance), tomatoes, ("dressing the salads of Chile") , a pair of socks, - they are everday - poetry for him is to make the everyday esteemed, and celebrated with wine. The mediterranean style celebration.
t's celebration not like potlatch when it became political by becoming destructive of "wealth" products in the ceremonial exchange, - especially when Western Industrial products, like furs, books, and other assorted consumer items were burnt and was deemed illegal for 70 years. This is not the disordered "word salads" of medical symptamotology. It's an old term.
The Chilean celebration is the asado, the barbie, salads, dancing, wine, music, dirty songs, teasings and jokes - traditionally. Chilean male to male, and female to male, is by jokes and teasings. Any Chilean or anyone with that heritage and connected to the tradition knows this by heart and exchange. Distinctively, the celebration is immediate "ya empezo el hueveo" - "now the jokes have started". To bring you along, when Chilean good friends meet and embrace, men usually, commonly they would start - heeeey, fatso haven't seen you for ages! - yeah baldy, how you been? "ya empezo el hueveo" as you could read, if there is no acquaintance or the friends are estranged, it can usher on physical fights, ugly, because there is no native or national martial art from the land - just warriorhood from the sovereign indigeneous nations- but that's another story. Watch out for cutting implements at the salad table - just a rule of thumb. I will push slowly now. I sensed that I "look" at landscapes, I look at the lay of the land of discourse, and mix up the taxonomies, like a salad. I am in discussion with an economist regarding psychopathological labels of global economics and credit agencies (Moodys - Standard and Poors), he let go a raft of the metaphors of economics. Besides the manic depressive nature of global economics as was pointed by Alan Greenspan, Ex-head of the Federal Reserve 2008 - Bear and Bull markets - Keynsian terms, he described as "animal spirits" metaphors. The arbitrariness of money value - that all commerce students know. Pluck Adam Smith's Invisible hand. So I read the metaphors of discourse and then approach from another metaphorical model to mix things up, as the blog quote denots.
So I read things, poeticaly - metaphors, and then mix the taxonmies with other metaphors culinary wise, or like a highschool chemistry lab experiment. Throwing models together through semipermeable taxonomies - the blog title itself borrows from biologies - cellular biology and classificational biology. Solanum lycopersicum with a small percentage of sodium chloride it is good for the anatimo.
Reading.
As I am want to look for the point of entry through these surfaces - It is visual as poking and probing - but the Simpson Aliens had exhausted all research possibilites.
Looking
Have I seen what I looked at, or did I look at what I saw - Hart Crane
So I explore other senses - searching for intensive or extensive limits - hearing, tactile. And traveled on landscapes with those. Much has been made of traveling in nomadology.
Habitus as percieved by the senses - what ever mode of sense (say visuality) and submode (surveying, readerly) - which ever sense or way of that sense -is habitus as perception.
If Robert Anton Wilson wanted to remove the word "is" to open up perception from ascription. I would like to remove the word "as". So that immediacy, and it's ascription of time as distance (it's nearly 8oclock, "I should go home soon" - can be mutated to the term "inhabitance" - playing with the senses, in ways semipermeable, like discursive synaesthesia, or celebration. Latin American "asados", salads and chimichurri, pebre (great home made green and red liquid mix of medium chilli, but liquid, not Tex Mex or even Mexican salsa. - I know not yet how to do this marvel) - a friend's mother calls it "pasta base" - freebase sauce - oh Gloria you are wicked hahaha.
The mix of the chimicurri is not Latin American but South American - damn, is there an Oda al Chimichurri , Versos al Pebre? I am sure there is, maybe not in Neruda's work but I will check a major selector, "Pablo Neruda is my homeboy" - the first facebook Neruda group I joined - I looked at it in the mix, hybrid way - I now taste the fine chimichurri,- hang with the cross-cultural homies - yes. Inhabitance - so many great works by Neruda, and the uses of inhabitance is his joy - "Residency on Earth", Canto General (General Song), The Captain's Verses, Winter Garden, and his first publication and culturally embed is "20 songs of love and a song of desperation" - everyone in that country knows it, damn I speak English and I know it.Inhabitance - taking up the modes, navigating the Chilean Archipelago through open submodes, rocky submodes (paranoia, inattentiveness, unfeeling, frostbited for examples). Vast submodes - visionary, cosmic, universal, global) (submodes of mobility - travel, nomadology, sedentary, acrobatic, flexible, contortionist) and the chapters of hands. In the Chilean Archipelago, you will find Robinson Crusoe Island, where the real-life person ascribed in th novel was shipwrecked. Easter Island....I would not go there - get lost in the subterranean cities, those Moai. Bah! Chiloe and its traditions - a magic place.
mix them up - the infinity factor comes in - I believe there has been calculation of submodes and then the mix of these (paranoid vision, inattentive cosmic unfeeling universal ---)_ these are unproductive modes Productive modes are inhabitances, obviously. And fun. And the complexity of productive modes, submodes and these mixes, and then mixed the with the same in the anti productive and and the same in unproductive - is the soup we are made of. Autochtonous, a common word in Castillian, not so English....Primordial? Leave that to Carl Sagan and Mel Brooks. Discursive, metaphorical, inhabited soups? hahahah is there an Ode to the Soup du Jour? My father recalled a handful of times in his life something an acquaintance said to him in old 1950s Chile "no mucho sopa para la cabeza" - not too much soup for the head. Yes the cryptic shit my dad uttered - a Winey Shatner as therapeutic homilies. Must have been a soup glut one year in the obsession of the underclass home made cook books...
To produce modals, submodals and mix them up has been done in cybernetics as linguistics, anthropology, psychology, and my preferences. Read the snippet again. Un abrazo calido - warm embrace. The farewell to go home, abrazos (hugs) to sign off familial and friendly emails. The cut point of Latin cultures. Across people. Embrace and hey be good, take care.
Inhabitance by walking, home life. The dancing there is different - people of certain communities gather at dance halls from kids - to flirties, to slight more flirtiers, to married with prams, to the old happy people. inhabitance
This is not literalisation of metaphors, but the swimming in them, passing through them, don't fucken play El Condor Pasa, just fucken don't! hahahah ya empezo el hueveo! Inhabiting metaphors. Nietzsche mentioned mobile metaphors in his powerful work "On Truth and Lie in the Amoral Sense". That metaphors move.
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| End of the World, Cape Horn, Archipelago. Wild glaciers Adventure "Psychocentric" Travel as Travel Management Theory has it. Michael Palin visited here in his Pacific Rim BBC Show. He as well sold tickets to the regions as Mr Frank Bounder, Manager of Adventure Travel in a Python skit- "Hello!, Bounder of Adventure!" - he still cracks me up ;) This is spicy territory for leaky boats and nationalists. |
I think the tightrope scene in Zarathustra currently that this is a homily - caution, nimbleness as virtues or anti-Lutheran preaching don't take the narrow path, take many paths or wider, safer, more scenic, warm, sensual and interesting paths.
I am reminded of Dauno Martinez, Sydney based bass player and the nicest badass you would really like to meet, hear and smile with. The virtuosity, yes, the poetics from the virtuosity, yes, the stratosphere, yes, the bottom end to make a groove rhythm inhabiting different altitudes, grounds, environments, poetics of his electric pedal use to make the mixes - wonderful, the ability to respect the genre, that is there.
(youtube of dauno martinez doing this stuff.)
Borges said that the history of the world can be drawn back to a few metaphors. He had a unique originariness. Back to the original few "walls" - which Cortazar played with in his opening story of Bestiary - where a tenant inhabits a new house. And someone in that house is making walls, more walls, until the protagonist is walled out of his house.
Neruda liked Borges but found him dreary - not much to work with. Borges criticised Neruda as a rightwinger - Borges turned blind in more ways than one...could only see really really large print towards the twilight of his life. They are not books of sand which is a a impermeable surface of eternity and specificity - his inhabitance was a handful of XL letters.
The eternal mutations of joy. Inhabitance with the senses and their productive antiproductive and unproductive submodes - is affirmed as yes. Infinity is questionable in quants? but the soup du jours are everyday. But have the fish of the day on Wednesday or Thursday. Chilean portsides - the seafood is exquisite. As well as the omni food of Peru. yeah. native herbal curative teas of South America. Yes that's down home. Peyote well, that's there and in the eyes of splendid visionaries who own the world. The master of the world...as a street acquaintance told me of his shamanic beliefs. That is romantic - that is a little nerdy of the hippy hipster chomskian. He was cool sort of, the sweet Aussie nerd proselytizing buddhism and shamanism was Howl sung to the melody of El Condor paso otra vez - the condor flew past his in his irises.
Moving house anxiety. Domestic anxiety of living on my own. Suffering anxiety for hours, but bergsonian hours that fit in my small change jeans pocket. My hands, knees, enviro no fluid cleaning products. Own the dirt. Something is missing. A crackling living domesticity - fragrance of orchids. My own cooking does things to my friends - indirectly sometimes hehehe the comics taunts the "walk of shame" walker. Well, I don't have professional bowels, lucky I don't do that for income. Tom Cruise and Katie Holmes gold plated Suri's first number two, and put it up for auction on e-bay. It would have made fiscal paper for the vaults and home kitty
I should get a pet - it is a safeguard.
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| cute - with table manners |
This will be no way as great as Pablo Neruda's houses, his dinner tables and bars, shoe and butterfly collections. In the manner of the alterlatino academic discussing the world of the gothic forest (readings of European sensibility) - I dunno - level of philosophy?
The french are very interested in houses - what's your house like? Their philosophy is aristocratic, examines structures and it's technics - genealogical and dynastic. The House of Namey, and they flee with ethnography, refuge in anthropology and otherness, alterity, they like you and your house, but they wear no pants in the morning. Nomadology is the footsteps of this dynasty in fruitful activities away from the Palace. Historical studies in Nomad culture document that in medieval city centres of the middle east, political power sharing arrangements - familial based - were practiced - one family ruled for a year, and the other five made an existence in their wanderings.
This was a codified practice of distribution of political power. Nomads explores, wandered, met, but they have a lineage and are waiting for succession. Deleuze and Guattari are orphan dauphins. Nomadology as Deleuze and Guattari, read through postcolonialism, is are footsteps to ascendancy whose traces are transient as sand, stopping at oases, with Xanadu as mirage, shimmering in a delusional distance, of escaped foreign legion soldier Beau Geste - who aint no-one's cop. the uniform of discourse is but surface.
To be kind to phenomoneologist which I don't know anything about really. Phenomenologies should acknowledge from Bourdieu, mutations, the mutation of perception and sense and the inhabitances of these, as mobile phenomenological inhabited mutations.
The English, see-sawing, happy in misery, melancholic with transience of niceness, and that, in pose, that niceness can never return? Talk about the weather, in a strange way, global warming is bringing out an English beam, but civil order and propriety till then. A basis of inclusion to sensibility and exclusion to ignorance of this propriety. Cliched, the rich mixed cultural and political points of London, it is nicey and dicey.
I cue orderly when I am the only person waiting in the line, don't you?
That old cliche is old duffle hat, nostalgia is power though I sense. The pining for the sun never setting is reborn in Little Britain, The Office, and Come Fly with Me. Nostalgia - greek for homesickness - Nostalgia for empire, yes hit that again, it's a feelgood - Come Fly with Me. Yes lunatic. I wonder what non-english listeners think when the comedic volume is turned to zero. Not so funny... but have your day in the sun. I hear you get more nowadays :)
The geneology of Germans, the Aryan pure transplanted in Noveau Germanias in South America. As well as Nazi fugitives. They are the comical scapegoats of Chilean humour. The irony is not lost on the Chileans. Chilean folklore has a secret which I am bound by death not to tell. Truly bastard lands and the Aryan immigrants want purity, noble Aleman? The Nazi fugitive wants sanctuary?
One silly old chilean dad joke - Mr Otto walks up limping terribly wincing in pain. Mr Fritz asks urgently "what's wrong Mr Otto? You look sick!" - "my shoes are 3 sized to small Mr Otto!"
I guess the next alter-chilean story from me is "La Herida Justo y su Canya Mala".
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| Neruda's house shoes - size 30 men, the biggest he could get. The courier from the factory apologised and said they were both left footed/ He laughed and said "it's fitting" |
Wednesday, June 1, 2011
Macbeth, the forest and the trees
"The forest shall come to Dunsinane" - the prophecy of the Weird Sisters at the beginning of Macbeth. A quotable tragedy, written superbly, giving life and audience experience. Zounds!
"Let my armies be the rocks and the trees and the birds in the sky." - Sean Connery (1989 - misattributed to Charlemagne but it sounded good)
Shakespeare tragedies are great cos everyone cops it in style. and the humble gravediggers at work make jokes about the great so and so ending up underneath their shovels. But the monarchs always cop it. The cheaply seated at the Globe Theatre in Elizabethan London - the groundlings - look up to stage as aristocrat after aristocrat, prince, betrothed, Kings, Queens, usurper, adulterer, magician, as if in a ring, The Globe, they all fall down. Small pockets with posies and the cheapseats.
It is as if chess pieces upon a chessboard, from pawn, knight, King castles Queen side, openings Nimzo-Indian, middlegame, and the endgame of the third act - are wiped off the board. A board of little squares, with each piece playing a role but bound by the rules of the game, predicated upon a ground of boxes in rows and diagonals.
Other games of warfare, like Battleship, or the Japanese game Go work on different principles. Battleship works on reasoned guesses and pinpointing the opposition nasty nasty little war boat. So, the reasoned guesses can be said to imbue the game with guess as radar technology. The lovely thing about Battleship is that reasonable people don't jump up and down when they win and say "I am the best radar killing machine in the world" and then do their little dance.
- this is a play, this is no game, this is no war, this is Chaos!
The history of Chess is different - decapitation by King to knight are part of the history, after the Liege was defeated at the Chess by the knight instant beheadings were common place. These were no cafe games.
Bill and Ted's Excellent Adventure Part 2 where Death is beaten by the dudes in Battleship and Twister is a my best friend in this theory. Beautiful though the Seventh Seal is, it is unwatchable, and the existentialism in it would get knotted up in Twister. Existential knight, puerile party-on dudes having a laugh - this is just one cute choice from a whole raft of games and idiocies whispish or waspish.
But back to the fray! Bring your discuses (discusses? discii?) Javelins (javelii?) and good high and long jumping selves is this pentathlon of warfare - not of targets, but how far will the discii travel or will the arrow land...
If I could turn back time, I would, with a volley of men, bind Heraclitus for these fragments of his works - "Life is War" and "The Universe is like a child at play."
So from play to game. The win and the loss. There cultures where loss is celebrated sounding like a great nightclub. Where I am from loss is bad. The Iphone 4 commercial is a great loss, I mean in a hot nightclub celebration way - I don't have one, and if I don't I am losing out on things like losing them at nightclubs. So I better get one, and there goes a week's rent. This is what The Most Beautiful Economist in the World calls "Sunk Costs" - that missing out possessing something will cost more to you than the price of the product. At the moment buying an Iphone 4 would sink my own private Bismarck.
But come back - "the forest shall come to Dunsinane" - "man not born of woman" and all those wild sylvan allusions and cthonic enuncations from the weird sisters at the beginning of Macbeth- those incantations delight me darkly. The beginnings of jungle warfare. In so many ways, that it's not funny.
To use the trees as camouflage on the assault on Macbeth's castle is guerrilla tactics in the manner of the Sean Connery quote. Let us delve into the magical aspect of this prophesy whilst keeping out tin foil wizard hats on.
A warlike forest? Silviculture through a frame of systems ecology, maps out for us growth relationships, sustenances and toxicities of forest ecosystems. Enough water and soils, the forests grow for ever. A warlike Tree, just one of them, is Middel Oerth lore-like. The Treant in the works of Tolkein is the major. A californian redwood on legs with a terminator attitude and on southside a californian bluewood on legs rapping and putting a cap in yo' ass. Colors and One Red one and One Blue one, relate. I will disentangle from the strangler vines of pop culture, Tolkein included.
If a sovereign state, or sovereign corporations* (what is this?) stopped deforestation then forests would recuperate and grow. Tree planters, bushies, regeneration volunteers, Government Environmental Protection policies and families simply camping would collaborate in the spread of forests, and start planting seeds of espionage in the Silvicultural Resistance and Counterbalance. Forests in a strategic manner, with branches everywhere, rooted in public space, leafing through our daily lives would govern us. That kind of warfare I would like, and let the accursed Dunsinane be damned!
"Let my armies be the rocks and the trees and the birds in the sky." - Sean Connery (1989 - misattributed to Charlemagne but it sounded good)
It is as if chess pieces upon a chessboard, from pawn, knight, King castles Queen side, openings Nimzo-Indian, middlegame, and the endgame of the third act - are wiped off the board. A board of little squares, with each piece playing a role but bound by the rules of the game, predicated upon a ground of boxes in rows and diagonals.
Other games of warfare, like Battleship, or the Japanese game Go work on different principles. Battleship works on reasoned guesses and pinpointing the opposition nasty nasty little war boat. So, the reasoned guesses can be said to imbue the game with guess as radar technology. The lovely thing about Battleship is that reasonable people don't jump up and down when they win and say "I am the best radar killing machine in the world" and then do their little dance.
- this is a play, this is no game, this is no war, this is Chaos!
The history of Chess is different - decapitation by King to knight are part of the history, after the Liege was defeated at the Chess by the knight instant beheadings were common place. These were no cafe games.
Bill and Ted's Excellent Adventure Part 2 where Death is beaten by the dudes in Battleship and Twister is a my best friend in this theory. Beautiful though the Seventh Seal is, it is unwatchable, and the existentialism in it would get knotted up in Twister. Existential knight, puerile party-on dudes having a laugh - this is just one cute choice from a whole raft of games and idiocies whispish or waspish.
But back to the fray! Bring your discuses (discusses? discii?) Javelins (javelii?) and good high and long jumping selves is this pentathlon of warfare - not of targets, but how far will the discii travel or will the arrow land...
If I could turn back time, I would, with a volley of men, bind Heraclitus for these fragments of his works - "Life is War" and "The Universe is like a child at play."
So from play to game. The win and the loss. There cultures where loss is celebrated sounding like a great nightclub. Where I am from loss is bad. The Iphone 4 commercial is a great loss, I mean in a hot nightclub celebration way - I don't have one, and if I don't I am losing out on things like losing them at nightclubs. So I better get one, and there goes a week's rent. This is what The Most Beautiful Economist in the World calls "Sunk Costs" - that missing out possessing something will cost more to you than the price of the product. At the moment buying an Iphone 4 would sink my own private Bismarck.
To use the trees as camouflage on the assault on Macbeth's castle is guerrilla tactics in the manner of the Sean Connery quote. Let us delve into the magical aspect of this prophesy whilst keeping out tin foil wizard hats on.
A warlike forest? Silviculture through a frame of systems ecology, maps out for us growth relationships, sustenances and toxicities of forest ecosystems. Enough water and soils, the forests grow for ever. A warlike Tree, just one of them, is Middel Oerth lore-like. The Treant in the works of Tolkein is the major. A californian redwood on legs with a terminator attitude and on southside a californian bluewood on legs rapping and putting a cap in yo' ass. Colors and One Red one and One Blue one, relate. I will disentangle from the strangler vines of pop culture, Tolkein included.
If a sovereign state, or sovereign corporations* (what is this?) stopped deforestation then forests would recuperate and grow. Tree planters, bushies, regeneration volunteers, Government Environmental Protection policies and families simply camping would collaborate in the spread of forests, and start planting seeds of espionage in the Silvicultural Resistance and Counterbalance. Forests in a strategic manner, with branches everywhere, rooted in public space, leafing through our daily lives would govern us. That kind of warfare I would like, and let the accursed Dunsinane be damned!
Survival of the Fattest
Science cannot escape language, especially metaphor, as a frame. http://en.wikiquote.org/wiki/Metaphors
Observer Paradoxes notes its involvement in this popular schamozzle.
The Ideal Observer of certain analytic philosophy doesn't. It's why some of these people are impossible. The 100% rational. This is a divinity of posture. Prescription is bad, especially when you can score yourself. Boooo Prescription!
I am not in academia so I consider my research and opinions as photocopies. So, no contributing something new, just joining the smaller ensembles.
The internet makes me lazy. As I read an internet precis on Richard Dawkin's "The God Delusion" it struck me that he may be Moral Darwinist. It comes across in his manner as well. So I am suspicious and active. I have assimilated well to my culture and will cut you down. That is what makes the internet interesting - the opportunity for laziness - it is a body electric, and I loafe on the grass.
Darwinism - the survival of the fittest AND the fittest are those that fit and adapt best to their environments.
I have weight and anger management issues - but, hey! I'm big in Japan.
If I had a position it would be this - hallucinate productively, be chameleonic in the arenas of professionalism. That is my Darwinism and I work on it everyday.
Observer Paradoxes notes its involvement in this popular schamozzle.
The Ideal Observer of certain analytic philosophy doesn't. It's why some of these people are impossible. The 100% rational. This is a divinity of posture. Prescription is bad, especially when you can score yourself. Boooo Prescription!
I am not in academia so I consider my research and opinions as photocopies. So, no contributing something new, just joining the smaller ensembles.
The internet makes me lazy. As I read an internet precis on Richard Dawkin's "The God Delusion" it struck me that he may be Moral Darwinist. It comes across in his manner as well. So I am suspicious and active. I have assimilated well to my culture and will cut you down. That is what makes the internet interesting - the opportunity for laziness - it is a body electric, and I loafe on the grass.
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| Videogame character E. Honda allegedly reclaim his car. Police reports say that E's fingerprints were indeed all over it. He was released without bail to face Parramatta Court on the 15th of this month. |
I have weight and anger management issues - but, hey! I'm big in Japan.
If I had a position it would be this - hallucinate productively, be chameleonic in the arenas of professionalism. That is my Darwinism and I work on it everyday.
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| It is what it is |
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