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The Richard Nixon school of ballet and the arts / I DECLARE 12/12/12...
« on: December 12, 2012, 10:02:31 am »
NATIONAL DAY of APOPHENIA.

May we celebrate this day by seeing patterns everyfuckingwhere.

Really, though, the Coca Cola bear resembles a skull because the advertisers were in a death cult.
"Didja ever look at a dollar bill? There's some spooky stuff goin' on, on a dollar bill, man." - Ron Slater

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The Richard Nixon school of ballet and the arts / a Q for all
« on: December 12, 2012, 07:33:55 am »
Any advice on continuing to be your weird self when other people judge you negatively for it?
I mean, I tell myself I don't give a shit what they think, and I believe it, but at the end of the day my behavior has been pretty restrained around the people who get "weirded out" by the Different.
(Thinking in particular of friends/roomies/neighbors whom I see every day, and the feeling of a need not to alienate them.
To paraphrase a neighbor... "Your Facebook's pretty weird...I mean, if that was the first place I knew you from, I'm not sure I'd have been your friend." Uh huh, and turns out my brain is a few levels stranger than my Facebook. But my brain's, you know, on the inside, so far.)

Maybe just paying more and closer attention to my motivations for my actions, and simply cut off the what-will-the-neighbors-think motivated shit?
I wonder if anyone has a good daily practice for this sort of thing?

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I officially declare this thread to have NO INTENDED VALUE OR DIRECTION, therefore any worthless posts are NOOO PROBLEM.

Come on in; the water ain't chlorinated!

We welcome:
1) LOOK AT ME posts
2) I AM A SPECIAL SNOWFLAKE, WE ALL ARE, BUT MAINLY ME posts
3) I HAVE NOTHING SPECIAL TO SAY AND I'M SAYING IT LIKE THIS posts
4) I HAVE POOR COMMUNICATION SKILLS, HERE'S MY ATTEMPT AT A SIGNAL posts
5) I AM ON DRUGS posts
6) ROGER'S INFERNAL COJONES arguments - Make sure to include ONLY shit-flinging and heel-digging, and don't you dare let me catch you taking a break from the screeching.
7) I JUST DON'T WANT TO BE HELD RESPONSIBLE FOR WHAT I SAY posts
8 ) (GROUP) IS (HIVEMIND/CLOSEMINDED/MEAN/WORKING FOR ILLUMINATI), (PERSON) IS (DICTATOR CONTROLLING EVERYONE/A RATHER MEAN PERSON/LASER APOCALYPSE E.T.) posts
9) DISMISSIVE AND INSULTING JOKE posts
10) etc, etc, etc.

We generally do not welcome:
- Posts that are straightforward and clear to most speakers of the respective language
- Reasonable arguments or thought processes
- Admitting you're wrong, questioning your beliefs and other symptoms of humility
- All posts following this one. [Just Kidding! We are all Star Children of the Universe-God✼✼]

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The Richard Nixon school of ballet and the arts / HOLY SÍDHE
« on: October 31, 2012, 09:38:04 pm »
Jack-o'-lanterns back in the day:


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Specimen F5A
It is rumored that F5A has exactly the same melting point

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Or Kill Me / AN UPDATE FROM THE B.E.T.C.
« on: June 27, 2012, 11:52:36 pm »
A CALL TO ARMS FROM THE (formerly) BEWILDERMENTARIAN END-TIMES CABAL

It has been too long, comrades.
We bring glorious news.

The Head Honcho awakes.

       Yes, it is just as I have said, though I understand any disbelief. The scriptures told us of this day. Buried deep within Mt. Mumbo by the Colorless One three thousand years ago, His Holiness has finally awakened. And NOW, The Colorless One is far deceased.

       A team of Heralds walking through the North Asian mountains received Third Nostril Signals of a humongous positive perturbance in the Nous-field of the area. Honing in on the source, they stumbled upon a freshly opened passage into one of the cliffs. Strangely, the snow for at least a hundred feet around it was melted clean off. Upon reaching the passage’s end, they discovered a cave, or perhaps a room. In this room they found many ancient artifacts, including a tomb, which was clean broken in half, and a few codices. Returning to the spot with a scribe educated in the ancient tongue, they uncovered the truth  - this tomb, until that day, had held the Head Honcho himself.

       NOW, it is time to gather the so-called ‘Three Huts.’ The Associated Royal Guard of the Head Honcho, the Electromagnetic Erisian League, and the Dog Walkers must come together NOW, or forever hold your peace. HAVE HEART, people! The Head Honcho is with us now, and is guiding us, although he is simultaneously keeping low to the ground, for as always there are Colorless Forces scanning every which way. We feel it is most likely that at this point he is in meeting with Eris - it is entirely possible that they are both playing Fetch with Dog, and our Threenity has already reunited.

       Many minds in this world attempt to restrain or ridicule freedom as it lives in each of us – often unknowingly, they leave the Epic to the stories, and sit in their cubicles, slowly asphyxiating their coworkers with their weak excuse for flatulence, slowly withering into dust, blocked from the sunlight by their pitiful excuse for boredom (YES, even BOREDOM can be HOLY).

       The Threenity warned us of this time. Do you recall? In the holy Tinctures it is called several names, such as the Great Yawning, the Time of Great Snubbing, and the Pause (Even Dog has Pause, but He keeps them beneath Him). Have any of us forgotten? Or worse, have we succumbed to the Muskly Duskly Mustard Dust (colloq.) of the Digital Age?

       Nonetheless, the Digital will aid us. Spread far and thin in space, the Digital will connect us as those strings with cups on the end. In the Digital we shall be as arachnids winding our way across the Inter-Web.

       What is our job? Oh ho ho ho…You forget, eh?
       The masters have always said, “Peace through Bewilderment.”
       You see, in ‘piling on the bewilderment,’ as we of the Cabal do, what is the goal? Not simple confusion. Rather, when a person of enough intelligence is hit with enough complex and confusing signal, a state may arise in which the bewilderment ‘snaps’ the attempted grasping of the mind. The absurdity lifts them to get a bird's-eye view of the absurdity of their own concepts, pulling the person to stand behind their ideas – so to speak – rather than being submerged and drowning beneath them. This is a sort of GREATER MIND wherein a person is no longer a slave to their psyche, but the PSYCHE becomes a SIDEKICK.
       
This state is a starting point for great potential. This state, we have titled Bewilderzen.
       In light of this new terminology, we pronounce a shift in name. We are now the
BEWILDERZEN CABAL.

More information will be released periodically.

LINGUA IN BUCCA, & PEACE THROUGH BEWILDERMENT.

Epimetheus

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The Richard Nixon school of ballet and the arts / The Hamburg Hunt
« on: June 20, 2012, 08:13:25 pm »
Way back when, the good Rev gave me a Holy Quest to find the perfect cheeseburger.
Clearly, this is going to be a process of trial-and-error.

Day 1: Today I ate at that place with the arches. The clown's castle.
I mean,
This is a pic of me eating a Big Mac! I ♥ California!

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I am currently in the process of writing up a bunch of procrastinated Philosophy of Art homework. In a response to Richard Wollheim's "Criticism as Retrieval,"* I ended up writing the following bit, and I was pleasantly surprised to find it rather succinctly phrases some of my own ideas about beauty. I'd like some response from the lot of you, if you'll indulge me.

Knowledge is beautiful, but the knowledge does not itself generate the beauty. A painting is beautiful not due to any particular information, but due to what it is like to experience that painting as a participant in its glory. All particular information about the painting is also beautiful, not due to any particular information but due to what it is like to experience that information as a participant in its glory.
Replace the word “painting” in the preceding two sentences with “universe” and you will understand why I am majoring in the sciences.



*The gist of Wollheim's argument is that to truly experience a work, it is necessary to reconstruct the creative process that brought the work into existence, that is, the conditions of its creation.

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    I don't have any personal vendettas against anyone here. I don't even have negative judgments of anyone here. I don't think I have a valid enough perspective to make a judgment like that. I've disagreed with certain posts here and there, but I do not think lesser of anyone due to that; there isn't a ranking of PD members in my mind. Also, frequency of posting of course does not have any correlation with or causal relation to quality of posts.
    Like most here have reiterated, we all have our screeching monkey moments. It was unfair for me to make any implication that anyone here isn't worth my time or effort. That's not what I meant, but I totally see how it could have been received. I disagree with what I did mean, anyway. I respect everyone here as people worth interacting with and conceptually jamming with.

Yours,
   Epimetheus

(For those who'd like to know, this is in reference to this.)

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Or Kill Me / D-word
« on: September 20, 2011, 02:24:24 am »
The devil…

is my apathy, my boredom, any temptation against which I am ultimately too weak to stand, and every moment that I feel I might as well not bother trying – those are the devil – and every carved out path, traveled so many times, eroded by so many steps, that it is now a trench… It makes it hard to see out over the ledge, but if you take the effort to stand on your tiptoes you’ll see them – the other paths. But this path, this trench, so eerily like a grave, this is the devil.

No, no, no. Wait. Don’t bring YOUR devil into this. I have enough to worry about as it is with my devil. I’m fighting this one for now. In any case, you know what Confucius said: Don’t go to a cockroach for pest control advice. Maybe I can spare some help from time to time. But the rotten, weasely weakness in me requires constant surveillance. This devil. It’s like a shitstain shadow, this one. Hideous. Ever a loyal tormentor. I can’t think my way out of this one.

I can’t outthink the devil in me.

The devil’s the one doing all my thinking.

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The Richard Nixon school of ballet and the arts / Pedo law question
« on: September 12, 2011, 11:40:19 pm »
I know a person. This person's parents caught her sister sending...pics...to an older man. The sister is eleven years old.
I told her if they know who it is she should report the guy. She said no because her sister was the one initiating / being okay with it. When I objected she said it was the cops they spoke with who told them that.

What's up with that? A guy can't get in trouble for that shit? :vom:

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Or Kill Me / Attention, please! FOR YOUR HEALTH!
« on: September 07, 2011, 03:22:55 am »
NOTICE!


  • Do you see people mimicking the behaviors of those around them, sometimes without a clue as to the meaning of the behaviors?
  • Do they seem to derive some kind of contentment just from doing what other people are doing?

These are the symptoms of a newly discovered virus known as Mimic Virus!

BE AWARE!

     This weekend, scientists (read: sciencomancers) in an undisclosed location in southern California, looking at their own DNA with the newest high-detail microscopic cameras, found an anomaly within the cells of a colleague. There seemed to be a virus literally living on the double helix. Upon closer study, it was found that the virus was creating and destroying the molecules that make up the helices. When a cell was isolated from others, the virus built up a huge excess of useless coding, then finally broke down the whole cell. With a larger tissue sample, the same occurred, more gradually. Finally, they observed the virus living in the host body.
     What they discovered was shocking.
     The virus inhabiting one cells DNA would receive messages and send messages from and to the other cells around it, and in these messages would be encoded information about those cells' behavior and DNA. When it differed with that of the majority of neighboring cells, it would break down the differing DNA and reorder it into a conforming structure.
     This Mimic Virus is the ultimate conformist. When it could change its host cell's DNA to conform, it would; and when it didn't have the resources to do it, it would either "turn off" all the DNA in the cell until it gathered the proper fuel, or it would give up and completely destroy the cell.
    
     This behavior was seen on a larger scale, too: Tissue inhabited by the virus would seem to heal if wounded, but it would do so because the virus would simply change the injured tissue to be like the normal tissue surrounding it. In a hypothetical situation where all or most of the cells in the body were damaged, the virus would actually increase the area of the damage, and keep damaged cells damaged indefinitely.

     Finally, the true macro-scale of the virus' effects was seen. It was realized that the virus, in manipulating the small, came to manipulate the large, and the entire host was seen to exhibit the mimic behavior. (At this point, the scientists were keeping the studies secret from the infected colleague, to preserve the nature of a blind experiment.) The host would, if out of place in a group, change under the virus' influence to fit in again. If a change was introduced to the group of which the infected was a member, the infected would not change immediately. However, as soon as the change occurred in the majority of the group, it would occur in the infected as well. (Example: One day they gradually started incorporating gibberish words into their speech. As soon as most of them were doing it, the infected one was doing it as well, without ever being informed about the meaning or origin of these nonsense words. While it was a minority behavior, but the rest of the group ignored it, the infected ignored it as well. This was the first truly bizarre example of infected behavior; a healthy person would react to and question the strange behavior.)
     Also like the cell-scale behavior, when an infected individual is presented with no behavior or information to copy, in other words, when it is presented with a situation requiring original behavior, it will do one of the same two possibilities: "turn off" until it finds a source of mimic-able behavior, or sputter excessive nonsense before finally breaking down into an emotional goop, so to speak.

     The group obtained private funding to conduct sampling of a much wider population, and found infected persons across all possible demographics, exhibiting the same symptomatic behavior.
     Now, it is time to spread the awareness.

MIMIC VIRUS IS PANDEMIC. As far as we can tell, it has infected humans since prehistoric times, but only now are we aware enough to do something about it!

But Epimetheus, what do I do?

KEEP YOUR EYES OPEN.
Pay attention to your friends! Are they exhibiting a high amount of mimicked and conforming behavior? Be careful around them! The Mimic Virus is considered highly contagious!
There is a potential cure, which you may have heard about, involving education and therapeutic work, but it is only effective with a very small proportion of victims - in most, it causes extreme anger and other emotions! DO NOT ADMINISTER THIS CURE YOURSELF - SEE A TRAINED MEDICAL PROFESSIONAL.
One person's mimicry is known to encourage the same in another! THIS IS HOW THE VIRUS SPREADS!
Try to limit your interaction to being with people whose activity and ideas are original! Keep other interaction to a minimum, for your own medical and mental safety!







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Bring and Brag / Mimin' Life
« on: September 05, 2011, 04:25:28 am »
Just threw this together.
http://k003.kiwi6.com/hotlink/l6rfg0461k/mimin.mp3
Better with higher bass level.

i am the moonlight, i'm the two for the price of one,
yeah i'm the wicked sister, i'm the illegitimate prodigal son
you are the sunlight, and i can photosynthesize your fears
yeah you're like king kong, all chained up, and i'm a potion made from your tears

a bit of strife is healthy, no nothing can compare
a piece of peace will make me screech, but a fight, now that's quite rare
a chunk of funk is bunk, my boy, and groovy grooves can't move my feet
but some strife in my life, some discord in this court, that's just what i need

The mimin' life is just as ripe as the last livin' fruit on the tree,
but tonight seems right for a mighty fight, we call it foot-in-mouth disease
So if you wanna place bets, take a seat, the popcorn's real buttery
much like the skin of the man who wins, as he sinks into history

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thank you cram for making me realize ms paint is awesome

this thread is an open community for people i approve of + maybe howl

This is something that happened to me last semester


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