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Aneristic Illusions / This campaign ad really really.....
« on: May 06, 2010, 07:21:37 pm »
.....GETS ON MY FUCKING NERVES!

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lY1wg55nhc8

This shit is on Connecticut TV all the time. It's driving me crazy. It's only 1/2 minute long and yet every second is toe curlingly awful.

I hate his douchebag facial expression. I hate his pastel coloured shirt. I hate the fact that this dude is a thinly veiled viral mutation of Ron Paul.

Please note that his concerns are (in order)

 a) The free market
 b) Capitalism
 c) The constitution
 d) Values

 :argh!:  :argh!:  :argh!:  :argh!:

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Think for Yourself, Schmuck! / Mang's letters from the afterlife
« on: May 06, 2010, 06:58:03 pm »
Hi everyone,

I'm Mangrove and I'm dead now. Hah! I always wanted to say that. Seeing as I'm on 'the other side' now, I thought I should write and let you all know what was going on.

At first, I was kind of surprised to be dead but, when I realized that there would be no more seasonal allergies I was pretty pleased. Especially when you take into account my legendary polystyrene proboscis. I was similarly glad to not have tension headaches from sitting at the computer for too long. And get this - I'm not scared of dying! That's a plus.

I'm settling in to my new environment. Got to see Mang-dog. She's doing fine now that she doesn't have cancer anymore. I don't have to take her out to pee a thousand times a day which is a bonus. The steroids did strange things to her bladder.

So, get this - there's an astral plane! Now it's really a lot more ordinary than it sounds. All those new age types really played this shit up for the last 120 years or so. Basically, it's just like closing your eyes and you notice all the colours or shapes bumbling around. No biggie.

What I can tell you with certainty, is that there's no fucking 'Astral Pillars'. The idea that a metaphysical concept needed some type of physical architecture is totally retarded and it would make my head explode if I still had one. The thing is though, there's no pillars, unless you want them to be there. Same goes for God, the Devil, angels or 72 virigins.

This plane of consciousness is tricky, sticky & elastic. It takes on whatever you impress upon it. Not only that, it has a tendency to reproduce your thoughts so you keep having them over and over. Worse still, is that it will multiply them in various ways, so that you get 10,000 different varieties of the same thought. You gotta be really careful about what you plant here because it's a fertile ground that gives back everything you put into it with interest. And it's a law of nature, so it really doesn't care whether you think it's fair or not because it works from the assumption that you always want more of the same. I'm learning to be a lot more selective about what I'll let form there.

The Jesus freaks are funny because they keep crashing into 38 different species of Jesus. Black Jesus, white Jesus, Jesus in pain, Jesus happy, Jesus naked, Jesus with clothes, Jesus who's celebate, Jesus that's banging Magadelene. We got 'em all and a lot more beside! Jesus! Jesus! Get your fresh hot Jesus! There's going to be hell to pay when all the Jesus' start bumping into all the Mohammeds.....it's only a matter of time.

Ok, I gotta go. Turns out I can totally spy on people in the shower. If I leave now I might be able to catch J-Lo....

Mangrove



 

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Because Crowley viewed the Aeon Of Horus as being full of 'force & fire'. He considered the New Aeon to be delinquent & adolescent. Bit like the Charioteer in the tarot who has left the home of mom & pop and hit the open road for adventure.

However, I would certainly make a parallel to the so called 'old aeon' formula of IAO - the classic Isis, Apophis, Osiris.

Isis phase = pinealism & board nannies
Apophis = destruction, war, BIP, hardcord n00b flaming
Osiris = rebirth into new form

So if anything, we've had our Horus phase of conflict, outrage etc and have moved on to something more with more equilibrium. Some might say this is correspondent to the Ma'at current.....but I think they're assholes. 

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Moreover, Mustaine stated that Christianity helped him to get back in the saddle - from baptised Lutheran, through being Witness of Jehova, through reading satanic bible and practising black magic, Dave returned to Christianity and became new-born Christian [10].

For the first time in a zillion years, I browsed through guitar magazines at the bookstore. A 'reader's letter' suggested that Dave Mustaine was a born againer. I found this hard to believe, however Wiki says it's true.

WTF?

Born again heavy metal? Does this mean we're due a Stryper revival?

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Bring and Brag / Mangrove's Old Time Narcissism Hour
« on: March 19, 2010, 12:30:11 am »
http://www.reverbnation.com/mangrovesoldtimenarcissismhour

Step right up folks! Hear stuff I recorded in the 90's!

That's right, I'm promoting defunct bands and musical projects that I've not been involved in for over 10 years!

And if you don't like it, blame LMNO because he made me sign up for Reverbnation.

MOTNH - CT's least favorite alternative music website!


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Fred,

Please give up knitting. If you don't knit, then please do not take up this particular textile activity.

I woke up at 4:35am this morning out of a dream in which:

a) You died
b) Cause of death: Knitting
c) I was charged with arranging your burial (I wasn't that good at it either)
d) Had to explain that though you were called Fred, you were in fact, female.

If you died from knitting, I'd blame myself. STOP FUCKING KNITTING IF YOU WANT TO SEE YOUR NEXT BIRTHDAY!

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Or Kill Me / Dr Howl - Can mad science fix the music industry?
« on: February 27, 2010, 01:16:17 am »
Mrs. Mang and I slouched in our living room after dinner to enjoy fresh coffee and the warmth of the wood stove. Reflexively, we put the TV on – it’s a moment of decompression and signals the transition in our lives when the work day is over and the evening has truly begun.

I’m not proud. Last week, we happened upon some American Idol performances. Putting aside the obvious horrors and implications of the show, I had to admit that a few of the latest crop of dewy eyed warblers can sing, at least in tune if nothing else. A couple may even have pleasing vocal tones and yet, there was something uncomfortable about this scene. Something disconcerting, something that was just plain wrong.

“There’s not enough exploitation.”

“What?” replied Mrs Mang as she repositioned herself on the love seat to make room for our black Lab to annex ever more space, cushions and blanket.

“There’s not enough exploitation…or at least, not enough of the right kind. These American Idol kids are just too damn comfortable.”

Mrs Mang couldn’t see where I was going with this.



Now, what do Louis Armstrong, Billie Holiday, Duke Ellington and Jimi Hendrix have in common aside from being iconic and influential African American artists? They were all subjected to exploitative bastards. You’d be forgiven for thinking that it was a matter of common or garden racism that caused this and, there’s undoubtedly an element of that present. But, there’s another reason beyond melanin in play here. They were exploited because simply, they were fucking great at what they did.

Louis Armstrong aka ‘Pops’ aka ‘Satchmo’ single handedly invented the idea of the jazz solo, popularized scat singing and was probably the only jazzer to influence both vocalists and instrumentalists in equal measure. He was truly unique; an innovator drawing upon past traditions and extending them into the future. Yet, his early career was controlled by mobsters – literally at the business end of a revolver when rival gangs argued over who owned his contract.*

Billie Holiday had a string of god awful managers and agents. Many of them were her boyfriends and almost all of them were vicious, abusive assholes. But, she was getting $2k a week (a week!) during her heyday. Not because she had a 4 octave range like Mariah Carey but because she could sell a song like few others. She could even give really crappy songs some gravitas and swagger. Needless to say, when she had great material she was other worldly. Check out the 1950s footage of her doing ‘Strange Fruit’ and you’ll get what I mean.

Duke Ellington’s early manager and publisher Irving Mills generously helped himself to a writing credit on many of the classic Ellington compositions. He didn’t contribute so much as a single note to what, in 1928 was dismissed as ‘jungle’ music but clearly, he knew enough about the ‘biz’ to see that the suave Mr Ellington was worth backing and bilking.

Jimi Hendrix? Here’s a guy so stupidly good at the guitar but would sign pretty much any legal document thrust in front of him. You could blame the drugs. You could blame his terrible eyesight and the fact that he refused to ever wear prescription glasses. Remember though, that this is the same dude who got stuffed on a plane bound for London with almost no possessions beyond a passport and a toothbrush because someone promised to hook him up with Eric Clapton.

It’s not just a black thing. Look at Elvis and Colonel Parker. He lit up the world of popular music with an improbable mélange of bluegrass and RnB and was given a series of execrable movies for his efforts. Race car drivers? Clam bakes? Hoola dancers!!??

These people and many others got royally screwed. Not because of color but because they were eminently bankable and that was because they were really fucking good at what they did.

If we permit ourselves to move ahead to a more recent example we find Kurt Cobain. So scared was he about being exploited, so tortured about his own authenticity that he blew his face off after bolting from a rehab center.

Kurt, if only you had stuck around for a few more years, you would’ve realized that you were scared of an era that was coming to an end. Your rehab could’ve been a TV show. Your escape from rehab would’ve been a TV show with better ratings. Don’t worry about being bloated or letting yourself go because your weight loss would be a TV show. Don’t worry about looking like a vagrant because your makeover would be a TV show. Don’t like your band anymore? Fine. Get a new one on a TV show. Don’t like your spouse? No problem, because Rock of Love was just around the corner and you could have replaced Courtney courtesy of VH1. It’s somewhat immaterial whether you lived or not because “Nevermind” was still picked up by the Classic Album documentary series. Kurt, you got so paranoid about being fucked over by The Man tm that you jumped the gun (ha!) and fucked yourself – they only wanted you because you were good at what you did.**

The hip musical cognoscenti will berate Idol for perpetuating ‘manufactured music’. Well guess what? Motown was manufactured music and deliberately so. Berry Gordy literally made the musical equivalent of an automotive plant. To ram the point home, he even let his artists film a promo ‘video’ on a car production line in Detroit.

He knew how to find talent though -  The Supremes, The Jacksons, The Temptations, Smokey Robinson, Stevie Wonder & Marvin Gaye. Manufactured? You bet your ass! But manufactured with A-list vocalists, hot songwriters and a house band that grooved like no other and would work hard both day & night. If a James Jamerson bass line doesn’t move your soul you probably don’t have one and you probably don’t deserve the ears on your head either.

Something strange happened. I cannot pinpoint exactly when, but there was a paradigm shift. Perhaps not a shift so much as an extension of the existing regime. Exploiting musical artists has become a forgone conclusion so now it’s time to increasingly exploit the audience. Let’s pluck fry-cooks and shop girls from obscurity, make them comfortable***. Let them bring their moms & dads too and we just love, LOVE LOVE to hear about your childhood! Look how nice we are! So generous, so considerate! And with our generosity we will give you passable vocalists, forgettable songs, predictable schlock arrangements and homogenous wall lining production. Our magnanimity is boundless – here’s a ring tone.

(When polled, 2/3rds of respondents said they’d still prefer to buy CDs but we’re so munificent and you can have sonically inferior MP3 downloads instead because it’s what the kids want and it’s so much better to listen to MORE music on NEWER equipment than it is to listen to GOOD music on just about any equipment.)

As a musician myself, it is my sincerest wish that art and artists would be accorded the respect they deserve. I’d love to see good work justly compensated for and while I am an optimist at heart, I’m also not in denial. I know that that the industry will continue to drain and suck dry whatever floats past their clutches.

So, if you’re going to be exploitative bastards, at least have some taste.


Footnotes:

*How many Mafioso would risk taking a bullet for Jordan Sparks? Susan Boyle? Anyone???? Hello????
** Kurt, how good does it feel to know that your beloved Sonic Youth did a compilation CD for Starbucks?
*** No one made Billie Holiday comfortable. They arrested the poor schlub while she was in hospital....dying.



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Think for Yourself, Schmuck! / Potential project from Original Falcon
« on: February 24, 2010, 08:48:07 pm »
Original Falcon (publishers of RAW among others) are soliciting submissions for a TFYS type project. See below:


# Jack Wilde, co-author and director of Radical Undoing Volumes 5 and 6 has asked us to let you know that:

    "I am writing to ask all of you for contributions to an upcoming multimedia PDF and print-based magazine called Fuck Your Brain. I will accept a wide range of contributions in many different subject areas, including but not limited to: artworks, photos, music pieces, videos, and text of many kinds.

    Here is a bit from the About page:
    FuckYourBrain is an online, print, and PDF-based fountain of knowledge and delight. The mission? To promote deliberate human evolution, to provide the material for new creations, to encourage neurogenesis, to provide data on epigenetics, to appreciate and adore beauty and power, and to advance the possibility of life extension and immortality, all with a deep sense of personal enjoyment and empowerment for all who take part in the show.

    Click here to read more extensive submission guidelines, click here to read about the guiding principle for contributions. Submit all contributions to: obey@fuckyourbrain.com

    Thanks. The Editor, FuckYourBrain."


# Also just off press are Revised Editions of two of the best Chaos Magick books ever: Phil Hine's Condensed Chaos and Prime Chaos. You might also want to take a look at a recent interview with Phil at http://aren.org/newsletter/2010-imbolc/action.php?num=4.

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The Richard Nixon school of ballet and the arts / Asperger's Cured!
« on: February 11, 2010, 07:59:45 pm »
That's right, there's no more Asperger's Syndrome. It was cured through diagnostic redefinition.

http://news.yahoo.com/s/ap/20100211/ap_on_he_me/us_med_asperger_s_diagnosis_2

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Aneristic Illusions / Obama - the first QUANTUM PRESIDENT!!
« on: February 02, 2010, 05:36:55 pm »
Is he a particle? Is he a wave? Is he a Socialist? Is he facist? If he's put in a box with Schrodinger's cat, will he live or die? Does he have political superposition? How does one 'collapse' him into political reality?

Why it depends on who is observing because he is AMERICA'S FIRST QUANTUM PRESIDENT!

All joking aside (and yes, I deliberately used the 'Q word' to both attract and annoy) we seem to be in a condition whereby it's become really fucking difficult to know what is going on with anything, especially when it comes to major political figures.

Now, just for the record I am not making a pro or anti Obama position so much as trying to figure out WTF is going on.

Cain, very ably supplied this list -->   http://www.principiadiscordia.com/forum/index.php?topic=23681.0 and it's accompanying links. The bottom line seems that the current administration is Bush's unoffical 3rd term.

Meanwhile, while ambling around my local Barnes & Noble on Friday I came across the following:

http://www.amazon.com/Courting-Disaster-America-Barack-Inviting/dp/1596986034/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&s=books&qid=1265131286&sr=8-1

Here's the jacket blurb:

Editorial Reviews
Product Description
White House speechwriter Marc Thiessen was locked in a secure room and given access to the most sensitive intelligence when he was tasked to write President George W. Bush’s 2006 speech explaining the CIA’s interrogation program and why Congress should authorize it. Few know more about these CIA operations than Thiessen, and in his new book, Courting Disaster, he documents just how effective the CIA’s interrogations were in foiling attacks on America, penetrating al-Qaeda’s high command, and providing our military with actionable intelligence. Thiessen also shows how reckless President Obama has been in shutting down the CIA’s program and releasing secret documents that have aided our enemies. Courting Disaster proves:

How the CIA program thwarted specific deadly attacks against the U.S.
Why “enhanced interrogation” was not torture by any reasonable legal or moral standard
How the information gained by “enhanced interrogation” could not have been acquired any other way
How President Obama’s actions since taking office have left America much more vulnerable to attack

In chilling detail, Thiessen reveals how close the terrorists came to striking again, how intelligence gained from “enhanced interrogation” repeatedly stymied their plots, and how President Obama’s dismantling of this CIA program is inviting disaster for America.


From the Inside Flap
Waterboarding Al Qaeda Leaders Prevented Terrorist Attacks and Saved Thousands of Lives…

Now Barack Obama Wants to Prosecute The Men and Women Who Kept Us Safe

Marc Thiessen knows more than almost anyone outside the CIA about what went on at CIA “black sites” and at the detention center at Guantanamo Bay, Cuba. As chief speechwriter for President Bush, he was given unprecedented access to some of the most sensitive intelligence our government possessed on al Qaeda terrorists. He has since spent countless hours interviewing the men and women involved in the interrogations at every level—from Vice President Dick Cheney to the interrogators themselves. What he reveals is a shocking, thoroughly documented account of just how close we came to suffering follow-on 9/11 attacks, how so-called “enhanced interrogation techniques” (including waterboarding) were directly responsible for unearthing the actionable intelligence that foiled them, and the extraordinary measures the Bush administration took to stay well within the bounds of what was not only legally but morally right.

Courting Disaster shows how America’s dedicated intelligence professionals went head-to-head with the world’s most dangerous terrorists, and won—only to have Barack Obama expose America’s secrets to the enemy, endorse smears against our intelligence officers, and put them at risk of prosecution for defending our country. In Courting Disaster, Thiessen reveals:

Why “enhanced interrogation techniques” did not qualify as torture by any objective standard
Specific terrorist plots foiled by the CIA, based on information that came from “enhanced interrogation”—ranging from attacks against Los Angeles and London to the breaking up of an al Qaeda cell that was developing anthrax for terrorist attacks inside the United States
New evidence that House Speaker Nancy Pelosi knew about and approved CIA waterboarding
The real stories of abuse at Guantanamo—not of the detainees by the guards, but of the guards by the detainees, and how released detainees have returned to the jihad
How the Obama administration is giving captured terrorists more legal rights than are granted to legitimate prisoners of war—and denying our intelligence officers tools that police officers use everyday to question common criminals
How information released by Barack Obama has aided our enemies and put America at greater risk of another terrorist attack


Step right up Ladeez an Gentlemen....see the magnificent Quantum President! He's PRO-TORTURE, He's ANTI-TORTURE  - ALL AT THE SAME TIME!!

He's the new BUSH, he's nothing like BUSH - ALL AT THE SAME TIME!!
He's denying detainees of their rights yet, he's giving them more rights than US citizens!!
 
arghrgaarghrgarhgarhgarhahrgahrgahargh*





*plea for sanity


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Or Kill Me / Attn: RHWN - Tiger Woods Redux
« on: December 22, 2009, 10:20:31 pm »
People keep on talking about Tiger Woods, his affairs, the endorsements ad nauseum. At first I was like you, I felt that we should be getting 'real news' about 'serious issues' rather than people wringing their hands about whether Mr Woods is a suitable role model for people who buy shaving products.

Various people would tell me their opinons on the matter. Perhaps the most consistent complaint was that he had, somehow, 'cheated' them. The reasoning behind this is that many people believe that TW portrayed himself as a 'family man' and thus, by having multiple (alleged) affairs, he had let them down.

The whole issue put me in the mind, oddly enough, of Princess Diana. Or, Diana Princess of Wales as she was known after the divorce. I remember way back in 1982 when a very large section of the world watched the lavish wedding , myself included. Cue lots of gushing rhetoric about princesses, fairy tales and all that other shit. What we did not know at the time was that this was simply: ILLUSION NUMBER ONE.

Jump ahead a decade and it's 1992. The British papers are buzzing with all sorts of stories concerning the marital failure of the Royal couple. Who cheated? Who with? When? Where? How? Was it any good? etc etc. It was at this time, Diana went from being the girl of fairy tales to being cast as a 'slut' or 'crazy' or even a 'crazy slut'. Charles got a good kicking too as did the equine object of his affections, Camilla! And so we unveilled ILLUSION  NUMBER TWO.

(Incidentally, someone asked me what I thought when Charles got re-married. They had, unfortunately, assumed that  because I lived in the UK for twenty-something years, that I actually cared about the Royal Family. I replied 'You mean, someone I don't know married someone else I don't know?')

1997. Diana ends up in a car wreck in Paris. Before the blood had so much as congealed the public outpouring of grief in Britain reached the most worrying of proportions. Some pro-republican journalists were given the week off to stop them writing about it. There were even night club owners warning stand up comics that they could not, under any circumstances, do any 'Diana Jokes'. Elton John even managed to very (thoughtfully?) re-write his tribute to Marilyn Monroe, 'Candle In the Wind' to make it even more saccharine and awful. Not to  mention he made the lyric completely incomphrensible to boot. There was much wailing, gnashing of teeth and rending of garments. Diana wasn't a crazy slut, no sir - she was DUH PEEPLES PRINCESZ!!! And lo as if by magic, ILLUSION NUMBER THREE was born.

Because here's the thing. - people are complex and anyone who prides themselves on being a 'free thinker' know that the media is largely comprised of lying, sensationalizing, sons-of-bitches who would sell their own kith & kin for the chance of getting pics of  celebrities being dead. And if not dead then a least drunk, stoned, naked or doing something unfeasably stupid. Anyone who is a free thinker knows that the mass media is designed for mass consumption aimed at the lowest common denominator - thus all subtlty, all nuance, all complexity is banished for the annoyance that it is to 'Breaking News!!!'

2009. Turns out that Tiger Woods is a horn dog. It's kind of funny for me, because I didn't even know the dude was married. The first I knew of Elan was when 'teh big story' broke along with his face and a chunk of his SUV. When people talked to me about it, they expressed a great deal of indignant rage that, somehow, Tiger had cheated on them too. Then there's the doofus who shut down his 'Tiger Woods Is God' website because of his 'sin' but that's a whole other rant for another day.

Thing is, I don' t know Tiger Woods. I never met him. I've never spoken to him. I never asked him if he cheated on his wife and he never said 'No Mang, I really didn't.' I never was under the impression that he got his endorsements because he was a responsible husband. I assumed he got them because he was ridiculously famous on account of him being ridiculously good at playing  golf. I was never under the impression that big companies were interested in him  because he was a family man but because he was really fucking famous and that's a great thing to attach to whatever product you're selling.

And then I realized that once again we just shifted from one illusion to another. We took multi faceted  human  beings (Tiger, his wife, the girlfriends etc) and we turned them into superficial, convenient, two dimensional images to feed our 'moral outrage as entertainment' complex. First he's the 'family man' and then he's the 'evil philanderer' all at the click of a button.

But America isn't really mad at Tiger Woods. It's mad at itself. Got fooled again by the oldest trick in the book.






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