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The Richard Nixon school of ballet and the arts / Pagan or Racist?
« on: August 22, 2016, 07:38:51 pm »
So, the first temple to Odin since Christianity rolled in was consecrated in Denmark.
http://spangenhelm.com/valheim-hof-denmark-dedicated-odin-gods/

I have a couple of pagan friends who are really excited and want to go.  However, they're most likely completely oblivious to the whole White Power/Odinism connection.  I can't find out much else about the temple, so I don't want to bum them out just yet; however, if it is a WP front, I feel I should really let them know.

Anyone hear anything about this?

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Think for Yourself, Schmuck! / I wanna be a student, too!
« on: June 16, 2016, 02:46:44 pm »
So, after much hemming and hawing, I've registered over at www.complexityexplorer.org and signed up to take a course in Dynamical Systems.  Supposedly, it only requires high school algebra.  We'll see.

Looking to get the feel of this under my belt, then taking more advanced courses.  Not sure what it will lead to, but it'll look pretty bitchin' on my resume/CV.

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Aneristic Illusions / Guns and Guns and Guns
« on: June 16, 2016, 01:29:36 pm »
So, I know that PD has a minor split over gun control.  I'm conflicted about it myself.

Anyway, I kind of loved the Democratic filibuster.  Only took 8 years to find their balls.

But the bills the GOP agreed to hear sort of underscore my conflict.

I think closing the gun show loophole is a good idea.  But the one about barring people on the terrorist watch list from having guns bothers me, for the main reason that the watch list is horribly maintained.  Cain would probably have the most relevant links on that one.

What also bothers me is that a lot of people on my FB feed are like, "we won!"  No you didn't.  The Dems forced congress to hear and debate and vote on the bills.  Which means a party-line vote, which means the bills will most likely not pass.

But still.... progress?

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Like so:

via Imgflip Meme Generator

(h/t QG)

So the idea is to start with a complex, nuanced truth, and then work it so none of the complexity is lost, but it still works as a meme.

Please note that no single person needs to have the idea, the complexity, and the reduction.  Any one of the three will work.

Aaaaaand, go!

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Bring and Brag / A syncronistic Brag
« on: April 28, 2016, 06:21:56 pm »
For the Chao te Ching FB page*, I've been posting a chapter every few weeks -- there's 81, so I'm not gonna run out, and even when I do, I'll just start over.  The first post was Feb 2012; it'll be fresh again.

Anyway, the brag is that the chapters on Authority (roughly the 50s) are coming up now, and seem to reflect the current state of events pretty accurately.  It always feels good to stay relevant.



* https://www.facebook.com/The-Chao-te-Ching-359575027400539/

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Discordian Recipes / Thought experiment
« on: April 28, 2016, 12:57:54 pm »
OK, so this is just a hypothetical.

What if I lived, or paid a visit to Colorado, and decided to make baked goods using some of the local produce now available to adult consumers?

What would be the best recipes to make?


Asking for a friend.

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Think for Yourself, Schmuck! / Life Changes
« on: March 11, 2016, 06:40:21 pm »
:deadthread:

OK? OK.

I’ve been drinking for a very long time, starting about 26 years ago, and really getting into it for about 20.  Over the years I’ve dabbled in other stuff, but have been primarily a drinker.  Wine with dinner, beer at shows/band practice, cocktails at clubs and bars, nightcaps, etc etc.  No worries.  It was legal (fine, I had a fake ID for a few years), it was mostly socially acceptable, it was convenient and available, and I liked both the taste and the buzz.

Then, my latest physical happened, and I got the news I’d been anticipating for a while.  “Elevated liver function”.  Not full blown damage, nothing permanent, but it had finally become an issue.  OK, fine.  I knew it was coming.  It’s not a full-blown “quit or die” scenario, but more of a “cut in half” sort of thing.

So:  Science time!  I began charting my consumption.  I looked at what I was drinking, when, and how.  And I came across some interesting results.  Essentially, during the week I would come home from work, have a cocktail, and wine with dinner.  Fine, I can make a half-sized cocktail, or eliminate it altogether on some days.  Wine with dinner really isn’t going to change, believe me.  But then, after dinner…. More wine.  Sometimes, a lot of wine.  Like, bottles worth.  And while I really do like the taste, it seemed the goal was different than it is when having it with dinner.  I was looking for the buzz.  Accusations of escapism aside, this was a functionally different use for alcohol than the other ways I was using it.  That got me thinking, if that’s the main goal, what can I do that achieves similar results without stressing the liver?

So I got a weed dealer a month or so ago.  And thanks to neighboring states with more relaxed laws, getting edibles is easy.  My routine now is a half-cocktail, a glass or two of wine with dinner, and then a bit of edible THC.  The release for me is slower than smoking it, and the high is, well… I get high.  Then I go to bed.  Of course, I kept with my observations, to see if it was a temporary thing, or if I would slip back into old habits.  And you know what?  It hasn’t, so far.  On top of that, I’m going to bed earlier, and as one would expect, I wake up without feeling like I drank a gallon of wine the night before. 

In fact, last Wednesday a friend of mine flew in from Croatia, and we went out for tacos and drinks.  I had a few of each, and then some more drinks on top of that.  And I felt terrible the next day.  It was quite striking.  So, my subjective/objective observations seem to come to a tentative conclusion: My life is better when I’m not drinking so much, and so far my THC consumption has harmed my life less than my drinking. 

I’m not going to be one of those “alcohol sucks, weed forever” types of people, as I really do enjoy cocktails and wine, but so far this approach is working for me.

What a fucking hippie.

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Think for Yourself, Schmuck! / What's it all for?
« on: March 04, 2016, 08:26:34 pm »
It occurs to me that the final failure of Discordianism is that we pretend we're not baboons until something like the election comes along.  Then we jump right in with the humans and button our uniforms up until we can't breathe, pointing and gasping about everyone else's uniforms, while at the same time waving our inflamed baboon asses all over the place.  It is nothing more than assisted self-abuse, though at one time it was that AND some interesting stuff.  Like 7 years ago.  Sort of like the Church of the Subgenius, only 5 years later.

Discordianism is a pathetic joke, an excuse for assholes, and a means by which to pretend that we're not as dumb as THEM.

Thinking about this.  Not gonna bother with thought process.  Conclusion:

Discordia allows a person to behave they way they personally feel is proper. 

Do people have "Inner Natures"?  Is it a product of their nurturing?  Do people become self aware of their behavior?  Is it gifted by the stars?  Is it Thetans?

Discordia doesn't care, and Discordia doesn't give an answer.  Discordia tells you you're free to do what you want to do, and to use Eris as your Appeal to Authority, as it were.

Do you self-analyze constantly?  Discordia gives you OmniPerspectiveTM so you can see yourself from any angle you like.
Do you enjoy stupid jokes?  Discordia give you Nonsense as Salvation, so you can be as silly as you like.
Are you a dick that likes schadenfreude?  Discordia has Strife and Destruction.
Are you cynical and jaded? Discordia gives you Nothing is True.
Do you just get high all the time and not care?  Discordia tells you to Plant Your Seeds and Bliss Out.
Are you generally a nice person?  Discordia gives you Oh, Then Stop, allowing you to unsubscribe from destructive habits.




This explains not only FB Disco, but also this page, the Krewe of Eris, and all the other factions that exist in Discordia and don't get along.  Because what Discordia "IS" is what people are when they think they're given an excuse to be themselves.


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The Richard Nixon school of ballet and the arts / Not Alan Rickman, too?
« on: January 14, 2016, 02:07:47 pm »
I'm going back to bed.

Alan Rickman dies aged 69

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Aneristic Illusions / Quadrennial Bias Check
« on: November 06, 2015, 01:22:56 pm »
So, I do this every four years or so.  I find myself appalled by one team's candidates, and the other side is bad, but has some redeeming qualities.  It occurs to be that this is too easy, too simple.  So I play a game.

Is there a Republican candidate for president that has at least one good idea that might be a benefit for the country?

And.... Go.

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Aneristic Illusions / Does the VW fiasco qualify as a conspiracy?
« on: September 24, 2015, 03:50:32 pm »
I mean, it ain't a mistake. It took intricate and complex coding to pull it off, and an engineer wouldn't have done it proactively, because it's obviously and objectively designed to break the law.

So, you'd have to have a LOT of people involved, with fairly extensive knowledge of what was going on. But this wasn't exposed because someone talked; it was discovered by an independent investigation. Which means everyone had to keep their fucking mouths shut, which approaches the inconceivable, if the old adage that anything involving more than five people becomes unstable is true.

I dunno, the fact they almost got away with it fascinates me.


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Bring and Brag / The Whirlpools EP
« on: July 13, 2015, 03:27:40 pm »
My other band, Whirlpools, simultaneously released an EP and broke up (one of the singers is moving to Chicago).

I recorded and mixed the entire thing in our rehearsal space.

Free to download.

https://whirlpools.bandcamp.com/album/whirlpools-ep

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Some of you might know that back when such things were popular, I was a regular at ManRay, a goth/gay/fetish/”eighties night” club, depending on the day of the week (I typically went every night).  Eventually, I got drawn in to a group of people who would do performances, usually incorporating bizarre, creepy, sexual and violent imagery and subject matter.  It was great fun, and the whole club had a pretty fanatical and devoted fanbase.  How devoted?  Well, it closed 10 years ago, and people are still setting up reunion nights and Halloween events using the ManRay name. 

So, for the 10-year anniversary, some of the old crew were asked to put on another performance, and though we’re past our prime, we figured we’d give it one last go.  After a bit of brainstorming, we came up with something simple, short, and gruesome:  A woman lures a man to her room, gets him drunk, and then she and her friend eviscerate him and play with his internal organs.  No problem, that scenario was old hat for us.  So long as there were enough rehearsals, it would go smoothly -- what?  No time to rehearse because we’re not in our twenties with tons of free time on our hands?  Well, that’s ok, we’ve done this hundreds of times.  We’ll just block it out on stage before the doors open -- we can’t do that?  Well, I guess we’ll just talk it through in the dressing room.

OK, so the main effect for this is to fill a gallon ziplock bag with some hemp rope, crumpled tissue paper, and a couple of organ-shaped sponges, along with as much fake blood (a subtle mixture of strawberry and chocolate syrup) as possible.  Then we duct tape that to my stomach, put a white undershirt over that, and a white dress shirt over that.  Then, when the time comes, they’ll lay me out, tear the shirts, and slice the bag open with a razor to pull out the guts...  That doesn’t sound too dangerous, right?

I should mention at this point that I understood “slice it open with a razor” to mean “pretend to slice it open, we’ll just open the ziplock bag the normal way”.

We were set to go on last.  That meant four hours of waiting, which meant, as usually happens, four hours of drinking, dancing, and having more fun than is usually allowed.  Then, showtime.  The lights go down, the music comes up, and I stumble on stage, led by a suspicious looking lady.  She ushers me into her room, and another woman appears, offering a drink.  I go woozy, collapse on the bed on my back.  The first woman straddles me, I half open my eyes, and is see her holding a razor blade above her head, ready to strike.

Oh.

It crosses my mind that when we used to do things like this, such as when I was a giant Voodoo doll getting knitting needles jammed into me, we would construct a sort of foamcore and cardboard armor so the performers could go nuts and not worry too much.  It appears I was woefully unprepared for this evening.

Her hand comes down, and I feel a pinch just below my sternum.  In the next moment, the bag is open, and the women start ripping out my intestines, liver and heart.  I scream, convulsing, falling half off the bed as blood streams and pools around me.  The women laugh, smearing blood on themselves, and each other.  The blood dampens their clothes, making them cling to their bodies.  I go limp.  The lights go down.

We gather up the detritus, and rush offstage.  I joke to the woman, “I think you actually got me a little bit there,” and look down at my chest.

Oh.

I guess I didn’t realize you can actually see the subcutaneous fat layer of your skin if cut cleanly and deeply enough.  Interesting.  I should probably clean this out.  I casually ask  one of the stagehands if they have a medical kit.  I rinse off the fake blood, and, huh.  Not too much real blood.  Interesting.  The medical kit shows up, and it’s a couple of band aids, a gauze pad, and some rubbing alcohol.  I pour the alcohol into the wound.  Oh, sure now it hurts.  I put the gauze over it, and just duct tape it on.

I think to myself, “I probably need stitches.  Should I go to the hospital?”  I think about it.  Hospitals don’t just fix you up, they ask questions.  Often, if there’s evidence of violence, a police officer asks them.  And then I remembered what a DA friend of mine said once, “The citizen or victim doesn’t choose whether to press charges.  I choose whether to press charges.”

And then I remember back when a band I was in, The Women Of Sodom, opened up for Gwar.  I was dressed as a leather bondage freak, and using the bars of a cage I was locked in as a drum, when I sliced open my elbow and bled all over the stage*.  I had to go on tour the next day, so I wrapped up my elbow in paper towels and duct tape (ah, duct tape.  You hold the universe together), and it eventually healed up.

So maybe I don’t go to the hospital.  Maybe I spend the next few weeks cleaning the wound with hydrogen peroxide, and slathering antibiotic ointment on it.  Maybe it won’t get infected.  Maybe I now have a 1” x 0.25” vertical scar slightly below and to the right of my sternum.

Maybe I’ll ask for more rehearsals next time.















*As a side note, Gwar refused to go on until it was cleaned up.  Yes, I freaked out Gwar.

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Bo Diddley just died.



Another giant has left the earth.

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