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#1
Literate Chaotic / R. D. Laing - Knots
December 23, 2009, 08:41:43 PM
is pretty much the most influential book I've ever read. Anyway, there's an online version here: http://www.oikos.org/knotpageen.htm
#2
Or Kill Me / threadjack failed!
October 12, 2007, 03:08:20 PM
I woke up silently this morning, half an hour before my 7am homeless-shelter wake up call, fifteen minutes earlier than I usually do, and so allowed myself to enjoy the luxury of laying comfortably in my plastic-matress bottom bunk on a steel-framed bed in a room full of sleeping boys, guys, and men. I went downstairs, had the staff open my locker full of what very little I own, and donned my best white dress shirt, only green tie, black suit jacket, and black fedora. Not because I had to; only because I felt like it.

Today is a special day; at 9pm this evening, there will be a massive game of Capture-the-Flag taking place in Toronto's downtown financial district, played out by some couple hundred happy, life-loving young adults. At some point during all this, amongst all my closest friends, I'll get to see my ftm-trans boyfriend, run around together, and eventually retire to his place for the night. I can barely contain my excitement.

After brushing my teeth, I pondered the meaninglessness of brushing before eating breakfast as I sat down to a bowl of frosted flakes and fresh pear slices, moistened with milk from a dispensing machine and washed down with half a glass of apple juice; only half, as I didn't want to consume *too* much sugar so early in the morning. Having finished eating just in time for some of the friends I've made in the past couple days I'd been there to wake up and saunter downstairs, I was delighted to be able to pay full attention to, and even occasionally participate in, the witty banter that goes on between semi-bemused morning-bitchy young european gay men. After filling some time with happy laughter, I was invited to coffee by one of said men, (and was pleasantly suprised to find another of my friends already at the cafe,) thus continuing the banter for some time. Upscale chain-cafe coffees polished off, the two of us left to talk to a friend we had seen walking past before going our separate ways.

It was a cold fall morning, one of the first of many to fall under the single-digits celcius, but the thin jacket I was wearing sufficed enough that I could still walk to the library with a smile on my face. I checked my emails and my forums, and enjoyed laughing at a tale of miserable people who don't have a clue how fortunate they really are.

It's going to be a wonderful day today, somehow better than the last; just like it is every day.
#3
Bring and Brag / But, how?
October 09, 2007, 02:22:53 PM
How does someone so rediculously full of phail do this?

The Chao, Expanded
http://i78.photobucket.com/albums/j107/KT_Kaitlyn/k1a.jpg

The Lotus
http://i78.photobucket.com/albums/j107/KT_Kaitlyn/k2a.jpg

Also, I have a slightly-higher resolution scan of my last piece;
Untitled 06
http://i78.photobucket.com/albums/j107/KT_Kaitlyn/k0a.jpg

Enjoy!
#4
Bring and Brag / Whee Music
October 03, 2007, 10:13:12 PM
So, I've got here a couple of submissions, one of me playing my djembe and the other my harmonica.

http://www.furaffinity.net/view/819999/
This one's the djembe one. If it sounds kind of hollow or a bit detuned, that's 'cos it is. I had the drum in a duffel bag, and the strap broke, causing the edge of the drum to have an unfortunate introduction to the pavement. It cracked right up the side, and while I was able to seal the crack with some resin, it never sounded quite the same afterwards.
I had been playing for about three months at the time this had been recorded and am self-taught.

http://www.furaffinity.net/view/820003/
Did this one with my A-harp (I also have a D that needs cleaning). I started to lose my breath towards the end, but I'm really proud of this one anyway; at the time of recording, I'd been playing for about two, maybe two and a half weeks.
#5
Think for Yourself, Schmuck! / Spinoza's Emotions
September 27, 2007, 03:19:53 AM
If this is something that's well known of around these parts, I apologize for posting it unnecessarily, but this dude Benedict de Spinoza did a real darn fine job at quantifying the human emotions and boiling them down to their base elements. Granted that it takes a certain degree of psychology to break down the walls people put up, I thought it might be in the spirit of the BIP to make notice of it.

http://webspace.ship.edu/cgboer/spinozasemotions.html
#6
Bring and Brag / Chain Dancing (Video)
September 26, 2007, 04:16:41 AM
I was busking in Kensington Market in Toronto (playing harmonica), when some guy took my picture from across the street. I flagged him down and gave him my email address so he could send it to me, and while he was there he took a few more photos and a video of me and my new chain.

I've been dancing for awhile now, but I only just first started practicing with chains a week or two prior to the video being taken.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=35ghfCZgLWI
#7
Or Kill Me / People Do Things To Be Things
September 25, 2007, 07:18:00 AM
So, the other day I was there with my friends, in a park. Being homeless, I had slept in this particular park before, and in that instance had been awoken by police officers the next morning who had taken down my information and warned me that I was not allowed to sleep in that park.
One day I was in the local market, selling copies of my artwork. One person who was very interested in picking up a set of all the ones I had on me confessed that he didn't have any money, but asked me if I'd like to trade him for some Acid. Being the loveable psychonaut that I am, I happily agreed, and gave him four photocopied peices of paper for two chemical-soaked peices of paper.
(I won't go into the details of the trip, but it was damned good Acid. We're talking real LSD here, none of this 2c-* stuff. Not that I dislike phenylethylmines.)
As the night went, though, granted that I was up and awake and flying all night, people kept asking me if I'd be sticking around long enough for me to watch their things. I didn't really have any plans except to chill in the park and dance, so I happily agreed. As time went on, things kept piling up and up, and people would go... But not come back.
By the time 5am rolled around, I was surrounded by three sleeping bodies (one of which had also been asked to watch things, two who didn't care if they got caught sleeping in the park) and a slew of bags, trinkets, and even a bicycle. Having spend hours and hours taxing my body, I started to grow weary, and, with the LSD beginning to wear off, I began giving more and more contemplation to sleeping in the park with my companion, the one who had also been asked to watch things. Just as the first hints of pre-sunrise blue started to breach the horizon, I propped up my bag to use as a pillow, and passed out.
In what seemed like mere moments later, I was awoken by a soft kick to the boot. I opened my eyes, and much to my chagrin, there was a police officer standing over me. I sat up, and was shocked to find four of them! They had come in three cars!
Each of the four of us who had slept in the park was being taken care of by a different officer. Mine pulled me aside and asked for my identification. I gave him my health card and offered my birth certificate, to which he declined. I referred to him as "Sir" and "Officer". When he asked me a question, I politely and dutifully answered in full detail; he asked me my name, and I offered both my legal name and my alias, and even offered to spell it for him. I showed him all my tattoos and identifying markings, et cetera, et cetera. He apologized for the hassle, to which I told him I understood, that he was just doing his job.
The four officers went back to the cars with our respective IDs. During this time I was informed by my friends that we were getting ticketed; a $125 fine! Just for sleeping in the park!
After a moment passed, the officers came back, each with a peice of idenfication and a peice of paper. The officer assigned to me waved his hand away from the others, and handed me both. I opened the ticket, and the first thing I noticed was that my last name had been spelled wrong. He then said to me, "Sorry about all this, but I've got to go through all the procedures and everything." I went to absolve him again, but he continued, "But if you'll look there, you'll see your last name is spelled wrong. You don't have to worry about it."
The others all recieved $125 fines. I got off scott free.

Why?

People do things to be things. In this particular instance, this officer went to college and law school to get a job with the police. He wanted respect, he wanted authority... He wanted to be treated like an Officer. I treated him like an officer, and he treated me like I wanted to be treated; a good, honest, under-the-radar punk kid.
People do what it takes to be doctors or firefighters 'cos they want to be treated like lifesavers. People act like gangsta thugs 'cos they want to be treated like they have power and personal freedom (and in this society, having money does mean having power and personal freedom). People become soldiers because they value unity and they want to feel like they are a part of something big.
Nature and Nurture arise together to form in a person's mind what they think is Really Cool, and then the more enterprising of us go off and do whatever it takes to be Really Cool. When you disrupt a person's fantasy-life by treating them how they don't want to be treated, animosity quickly builds up and said person will (in the instance where they have the option) take effective measures to remove you from their life, or (in the instance where they don't have that option, or don't realize they have that option), seek to force you to empathize with their position by treating you in a way that you don't like to be treated.
It doesn't feel good, does it? Then why are you doing it?
However, when you act in a way that is congruent with someone's fantasy, you have nothing but all to gain. You stand not only to inherit the benefits of what someone in their particular position and disposition has to offer (in my case, an 'accidental' misspelling), but also, they will be more likely to indulge you in your fantasies.

Mahatma Ghandi once said, "Be the change you wish to see in the world." Be fantastic, and the world will be fantastic to you.
#8
Bring and Brag / Fashion Design: Steampunk
September 25, 2007, 06:51:14 AM
Here are a few pictures of my steampunk outfit. One's taken inside a nightclub, the other two in Kensington Market in Toronto. You can't see them in any of the pictures, but pretty much anywhere you find me you can find my djembe drum, carrier bag, army-surplus backpack with a sleeping bag strapped to the top of it, and my flag.
Well, not at the nightclub. Heh.





#9
Literate Chaotic / The Good Book
July 15, 2007, 09:45:03 AM
So, one of these days, a decade or two from now, I'm gonna open up a pure, unadulturated channel to the divine, and tirelessly carve out a tome like Moses carving out the Ten Commandments. The tome will contain the answers to life, the universe, and everything. All shall be revealed, simple enough for the lamen to understand the basics of it, and concise enough that with steady research, anyone can understand all the secrets of the universe. It will change the entire world.

I will title this book '42'.
#10
Bring and Brag / Short poem
July 13, 2007, 04:01:06 PM
Resonance

Cascading down,
around, and spin,
to win again;
I've found boxes
full of boxes
full of infinity,
a trinity
in symmetry?
(Fractally)
An end of starts
may start an end.
An affinity for spirals, fires
trend, I spend my
time in space and
then, my space and time
unwind,
evade,
cascade.
#11
Or Kill Me / What makes an ideal Discordian?
July 11, 2007, 05:31:34 PM
IMO ONLY

One who is quick to anger, quick to forgive, quick to the draw, quick to love, quick to fall out of love, quick to give up in lack of interest, quick to suddenly revive old strings of thought previously abandoned due to lack of interest, quick to eat fresh, quick to squick, quick to do nice things for random people for no good reason, quick to react in a witty fashion when a random people does a nice thing for no good reason, and quick to always consult his or her pineal gland, naturally.

Also someone very slow, calm, and serene.
#12
Bring and Brag / hay guys check out my fursona pic
July 08, 2007, 05:20:50 PM


Gotcha.
This is my last of six pieces, and easily my best work yet.
Sakura Micron 005 on 8.5" x 11".