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Aneristic Illusions / MEXICO/ GUATEMALA border wall?
« on: September 24, 2010, 01:04:26 am »
PLEASE HELP

          me out with this. A friend forwarded me an article about Mexico planning to build a wall on its border to Guatemala. I followed the source links but I'm not familiar with any of them. The article seems real enough, but I'm just not Dick Tracy enough to find a source which I'd call legit enough to quote from or direct anyone to. I do know, because I've a fair number of Mexican, Guatemalan & Mexican American acquaintances, that it's extremely dangerous to pass illegally from Guatemala into Mexico, so there's plausibility, and Mexico's immigration laws are curiously exactly what Calderon shames the U.S. for, but would Mexico really go that far? CAIN? Anyone?

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IN WHATEVER WAY -

          be it an inner, a social or otherwise epiphanic occurrence. For this immediate purpose, i'm focusing on music that changed the way i think about music.

          1) George Harrison "electronic sounds" - this is one of those Lp's that even die hard Beatle's fans often are unaware of. The title actually says it all. You may call it minimal synth or min. moog, but what it is is electronic sounds. Originally recorded in 1967, I came across this marked down to nothing at "The Nickelodeon", the only record store in my hometown, when I was 12. It confirmed my belief that my "Doctor Who Sound Effects by the B.B.C. Workshop" Lp wasn't made just for my enjoyment alone.

          2) Lou Reed "metal machine music" - a friend bought this thinking it was a live Lp. Two 12" slabs + 1 7" record of carefully manipulated feedback. And nothing else. I was changed alright. "it's o.k. to do this? ...yeesss"

          3) LAIBACH - the band from Slovenia. The year was 1986 and i found the Lp "Baptism" at a record store in Milwaukee. It was so beyond anything I'd ever heard then, it was classical, it was industrial, elements of theatre, folk, it had a sound that hit my core essence like a ton of bricks. When i saw this video on MtV's "120 minutes" i shit a ton of bricks. These guys are possibly the best band ever.

          http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1YE_j0xIsJA

I'LL KEEP ADDING TO THIS

          and i'm curious about what you spags have in turn

          

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THIS BIOGRAPHY

          of the Russian composer Alexander Scriabin which I've been reading includes the text to something he wrote called the "what then?" credo, from some 1894 notebooks of his, meant to accompany the twelve etudes, Op. 8. At the time, he was having some heavy shit going on all around in his life, when he busts this out. i came across this the other night and it stuck out particularly to me, because a few folks on the board were having some hard personal, inner time during the last week. thought i would pass it on

          THE "WHAT THEN?" CREDO

 To be an optimist in a real sense, one must suffer doubt and conquer it.

 Not by my own wish have I come into this world. Well, what then?

 In tender youth, full with illusions of desire and hope, I delighted in shining glories.

 I awaited a revelation from Heaven. It came not. Well, what then?

 I sought eternal truth and asked of people. Alas, they knew no more than I. Well, what then?

 I sought eternal beauty, and found it not. Like flowers which never bloom, my feelings were stilled. The rain                of night dimmed the bright day.

 I sought solace in the new spring, new flowers, but nowhere found it. I strove not to change what was, but to return to the already spent, to recall the already experienced.

 Into each person's life, springtime can come but once. How people rush beyond these divine dreams, those enchanting delusions!

 At last I took comfort in memories. But once used to them, they vanished. Well, what then?

 Whoever you may be, who jested at me, who plunged me into dark depths,
 
 Whoever you were, you who  mocked me, cast me in prison, ravished in order to disillusion, gave in order to steal back, caressed in order to torment,

 I take my leave of you and ask no redress.

 I am alive. I love life. I love people. I love them all the more because through you they have suffered.

 I will proclaim to all people that I have triumphed over you, over myself. I say that they can place no hope in you, that they can expect naught from life except THAT WHICH THEY CREATE BY THEMSELVES ALONE.

 I thank you for all the fears which your trials and tribulations aroused. You made me know my endless power, my unlimited might, my invincibility. You gave me the power of creativity.

 I will tell them that they are strong and mighty, that it is needless to lament, that there is no loss, that they must not fear doubt which alone gives birth to true triumph.

 Powerful is he! Mighty is he! Who feels defeat and overcomes it!



AND ALSO,

          

          Alexander Scriabin's grand niece, Nicole.  

 

 Whoever you were, you who mocked our trials and tribulations aroused. You

 to disillusion, gave in order to steal my unlimited might, my invincibility.

 I take my leave of you and ask no mighty, that it is needless to lament,

 I am alive. I love life. I love people. I not fear doubt which alone gives birth

 you they have suffered. defeat and overcomes it!
 
 I will proclaim to all people that I To be an optimist in a real sense, one

 I say that they can place no hope in Not by my own wish have I come

 life except THAT WHICH THEY In tender youth, full with illusions

 I thank you for all the fears which glories.

 made me know my endless power, I awaited a revelation from Heaven.

 You gave me the power of creativity I sought eternal truth and asked of

 Powerful is he! Mighty is he!

 Well, what then?

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Aneristic Illusions / BIRTH OF A NATION
« on: April 04, 2010, 01:33:29 pm »


http://romesentinel.com/news?newsid=20100324-141023

          QUOTE - "In my opinion, The Birth of a Nation should not be shown in this City or any city," Brown said. "I think it is offensive and I agree with members of the black community who feel that this showing will only add to the racial backlash they have personally experienced. I am appalled that the Capitol continues to press for the filmís showing over the objections of our black community. As a veteran, I fought to support peopleís First Amendment rights; however, I believe that this showing sets a hostile and potentially dangerous precedent, and I request that Mr. Pierce meet with his board of directors to discuss this matter immediately and reconsider its position."

Pierce said in his March 20 letter to the editor responding to Sellers: it will be for "individual members of the audience to judge the film for themselves. I hope (they)Öwill appreciate our position and ultimately agree that the public can better understand the racist aspects of this film ≠ and perhaps racism in film and media in general ≠ if it is exhibited for all to see."

Pierce noted that libraries across Upstate New York offer the movie for people to view, often without the context the theater intends to provide with its introduction and discussion. There is a DVD copy at Jervis Public Library, according to its web site. Even the mayor concedes that thereís nothing formal he can do to stop the film. "One of the things that makes our country so special is that we do not censure books or movies in our democracy," Brown said.

"If (the mayor) canít intercede, thatís OK," Sellers said, "but weíre not going to leave it at that." He said there is another meeting scheduled with the mayor on March 31, and he and others in the black community are discussion other plans in place, including a picket of the theater if necessary. "We donít want to picket," he said, "but itís up to the black community to make a stand."




THIS KIND OF

          censorship activism reminds me of the anarchist groups here in Portland, Oregon who try to shut down information events simply because they have the opinion that they disagree with the content being represented. these are the real freedom fighters, fighting against freedom. and intelligence. imo.

           

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The Richard Nixon school of ballet and the arts / STUFF I HATE
« on: March 31, 2010, 07:38:40 am »


I HAVE NOT

          consumed anything but OldCrow for the last 36 hours, so currently i'm not seriously hating much, but, this threads about what one hates. however, it can't be political crap, it's gotta be stuff like 'when yer tea goes cold' or 'when people hold their sneeze in'.

I HATE

          when

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of course,. But I enjoy discourse and Sometimes a reason isn't dissect something with peopledialogue. I much prefer to with them. And this can be than merely share the Guys overreliance on gag humour and something as stupid as PosterGasm or spreading pop culture referrences, or as pretty bad.
reduced to serfdom by a inbetween.
When P.D. was mostly maybe that's the key, the MysticWiicks, things got pretty interact well on a fluff level. on, but with but, well, you've seen the stuff that was of course. don't have to tell any of you you how important as how we're being steadily or trolling going down, no ruling class. And everything rumours. In all honesty, it sucked
in 2510 for EB&G and their boarding of angle. I don't find myself able to quiet over here. Some old timers held I tell a lie: I am uncomfortable with absentee slumlord act, the site could be if I'm forced to do it in my everyday fixing it.
At some point, stories of peoples everyday lives, where and many of the old timers here, like or nothing I can do except maybe over there to continue on to some work unsatisfying. Commiseration may help - namely trying to update and rewrite situation, but without a problem to This eventually metamorphosed into of some description or other that can a lot of controversy beforehand.
The Glorious Revolution of the personal drama and turmoil, something I wanted this to be a place for those sort in or connect with.
The idea was the more were dealt with in the Discordian could go to somewhere then I might be OK with it. But it Myspace (if they really were unlucky), that the site is treated as a personal sort of Discordian who wanted to take a boring and derivitive kind. A lot of it through challenging peoples route, including the aforementioned forum on a fairly open policy of However, that same

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Hmmm, this is interesting, I say some words on "the program"
alluded to several times in this post. For me there is a fairly big (for example) work related history lesson. Yes, it will be boring. but the level of effort and the 500 forum error at 22:16(UK factor, though there are a search related to this.
more sympathetic to what creativity and an engaging sucked. The Warlord had been even if it's not something world, people we knew were dying in mixing their experiences with reason anyone could provide, evil only for the work and time wearing vests packed with explosives and were having the time of their lives.
But here is a counter-example Apple Talk, like to occasionally minded of us were not especially content, and maybe a smiley, as Discordians, this Evil Empire act was me because there is already as adherents of chaos in some annoys me a little for that to throw sand in some gears any reason to click on it, or to the powers that be. However, a lot of perhaps to share an with the act, so long as they were allowed more interesting is if the and jabber endlessly about fnords, couple of lines, to tell us why stuck them in a cage and allowed it appealed to them.
That converse about.
Otherwise, consume a particular piece of more activity generally. There was a lot to pick this apart a bit. And while I'm still awake, I which has so mysteriously to a creative piece based on a Note: this will involve  a PD. that goes into it is certainly a No, this will not deter me.
others. I think I'm generally a lot time) was because I was be considered fluff when effort, arise from it, like most people, Basically it was 2510. And find interesting. Someone reconfirmed as leader of the creative effort, I can appreciate that, if Iraq and Afghanistan for no bastards were boarding trains jabbering morons the world I've thought of.
People, especially in post links to youtube, with little or no Now some of the more as individual threads. That doesn't annoy happy with that. And we felt thread for youtube links (well, OK, it getting old, real fast. And reason), but more because I don't see sense, it would be entirely the person in question posted it, except and generally be a nuisance they enjoyed.
 What I find far Discordians to be OK took a short time, maybe only even a to invent cute title for they wanted to share that, or what about right until the day the me something to work with, to children to poke them with just being invited to be a spectator, There was also a desire to be media without referrence or reason.

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BECAUSE OF THE TECHNOLOGICAL ADVANCEMENTS OF THE PAST CENTURY, NIGEL AND I HAVE DECIDED TO MOVE EVERYTHING DIRECTLY TO THE YEAR 2510.

THE PRESENT YEAR IS NOW 2510...

          what have you been doing

FOR

          the last 500 years?

WHAT WILL YOU DO

          now that it is the twenty-sixth century?

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http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Adolphus_Frederic_St._Sure

SAINT SURE

          need I say moar?

HOW'S THIS

          for appletalk fodder?

QUOTE:

          St. Sure entered politics by chance. He lived in Alameda and was nominated for Justice of the Peace by some friends almost as a prank.

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WHILE

          the Doktor is out, I thought we ought to put our best thoughts to everyone's favourite "Roger" posts. OO.K, admittedly it may be impossible to sift out your actual favourite, butt we can try. So here's a couple of my own...

LIKE

         
Well, I will say that my opinion of Jim is now lower than whale shit and that, as we know, is on the floor of the ocean.

AND

           


You are a fucking liar.

Eat a dick.

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The Richard Nixon school of ballet and the arts / ENEMIES (part I)
« on: February 26, 2010, 04:48:18 am »

Across the street from my Grandparent's place was "the little red school house". It's where I went to pre-school. My dad went there too. When he was attending, everything was in German. When I was going to school there it was all English language. However, half of what was said at my Grandparent's was in German 'till I was 7 or 8 years old.

My Grandfather was a large man. He was very quiet. He laughed at most things. I remember him as sitting near his garden or somewhere usually outdoors, silently watching. Overall he was a very quiet person. He was a large presence, but didn't say much. When he did, I listened.

My Grandmother was a very strong willed and outspoken person. She was very political. She made A LOT of food. What she cooked, I ate. She scolded me when necessary and gave me a nickname no one but she ever used.

My Grandfather fought in World War Two. He was awarded a case full of medals, but to the end of his life he never spoke a word about his experience as a soldier, to anyone, that I'm aware of.

However, something curious, at least, did happen.

When I was ten years old a man arrived, who was expected, with his wife. They had travelled quite a distance by motor home to come to my Grandparent's house. I understood right away that this man and my Grandfather knew each other from "the war".

My Grandmother cooked a bunch of food, other family members brought more. Everyone was there to meet these two people. We ate. The ham. The raw beef with onions and crackers. Herring and bread. Pickles. Potatoes, hot, German style with vinegar.

Then my Grandfather and the man stood together at the end of the covered table in the basement, addressing us all. For the first time ever, I saw my Grandfather, this titan of a man, stumble with words and cry.

In 1944, my Grandfather was a part of a large "allied" force which had surrounded a building occupied by 64 German troops. The building was scheduled for airstrike preceeded by allied withdrawal from standoff. Understanding that there were trapped men inside, my Grandfather insisted that he have a chance at negotiation with the enemy combatants. Entering the building, he explained, in German, that the men could surrender now or the building itself would be destroyed, with essentially no probability of survivors. After a period of 45 minutes, my Grandfather emerged with a scattered collection of four German platoons giving themselves up as P.O.W's.

This man who came to visit was one of those men. He had reconnected with his wife after both of them spent 1-2 years in American concentration camps following the war. They had children, and grandchildren. They were German citizens, who, because of circumstance, became Americans.

When my Grandfather passed away, my Aunt and I contacted the couple who had come to visit, to let them know what had happened. That man had died three months prior. Back and forth, with the woman, we spoke about things quite a bit. She was an old woman, who had lost her husband, and had stories about her children and grandchildren to tell me.

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The Richard Nixon school of ballet and the arts / A NEW BAD HABIT
« on: February 24, 2010, 05:37:05 am »


           Total time logged in: 3 days, 3 hours and 23 minutes.

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The Richard Nixon school of ballet and the arts / ITT: TELL ME EVERYTHING
« on: February 21, 2010, 03:28:01 am »


GO AHEAD,

          you heard the lady.

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The Richard Nixon school of ballet and the arts / HEY CALAMITY NIGEL!
« on: February 20, 2010, 01:16:41 pm »
 This thread is for when yer crackin out on tha board and there's no one else there. Do with it what you will.

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The Richard Nixon school of ballet and the arts / WHERE IS ROGER?
« on: February 20, 2010, 03:35:59 am »
???

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