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Apple Talk / Holist's inauthentic artist watch thread
« on: October 15, 2013, 07:24:47 am »
Well this, I think, is depressingly scary:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6ciRNw_oLas

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Apple Talk / Professor Peter Cruse
« on: October 08, 2013, 10:00:18 am »
This is the guy: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Peter_Kruse (not a very good Wikipedia page, but still).

This is what first caught my eye (it was put up on the tube by the Hungarian Pirate Party): http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Neh34iKn3vI

As it is in German with Hungarian subtitles, I've translated it into English. I caught one serious mistranslation in the Hungarian (I don't speak German), I'd be grateful if any German speakers pointed out any others, if there are any:

"So let's say that first of all the continuous hindering of the organisation of human networks must be given up.

The problem of the hierarchy is that it wants to constrain people and make them predictable. Networks, on the other hand, are, by their very nature, structurally unpredictable. So halting the hindering of the organisation of networks means nothing less than giving up a certain amount of power. That's the problem of hierarchy. 

In actual fact, we have been living in a tradition of preventing the organisation of networks for centuries. That's our problem. Supporting the organisation of networks simply requires stopping preventing it. It requires nothing more, because people naturally organise themselves in networks. Except that it's not all that simple, because it requires the relinquishing of power, and who on earth gives up power willingly? Who is happy to face a situation that they are unable to keep in hand? After all, "we are managers", right? "We keep things under control!"

Yet no man alive can control networks. And that is a good thing. Networks are solution-oriented systems, which have their own, individual dynamics. That's the reason we are forced to organise networks, because the dynamic and the complexity of the external world requires us to do so. We can simply follow Ashby's law: he already stated in the 50's that any highly complex and dynamic system of problems will need a solution that is at least as complex and dynamic,  otherwise it will not work.

So if, in an extremely complex world that is organising itself into networks, we are unable to preserve the freedom to organise networks, we will also, unfortunately, lose the solution. I realise that this sounds very simple, but it is an open intervention in the horizon of power, which makes it very difficult."


(The Ashby he refers to is this guy: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/W._Ross_Ashby - I see he was mentioned once before on PD, http://www.principiadiscordia.com/forum/index.php/topic,17548.0.html, but that was 5 years ago.)

Then I found a seven-part interview with this guy Kruse in English.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lv6qLzKW7zs
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mQBj-3JBwQ0
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lIbt6ruxBSg
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qnAjynMp5Lc
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=r-aoElig--c
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iaZyRozzNMA
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=If7l7q7nFSA

Quite apart from the amusing Dr Feelgood Strangelove (my brain ain't what it used to be) accent, I think his spiel is interesting. And inspires hope.

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Apple Talk / Should kids have smartphones?
« on: October 02, 2013, 09:45:40 pm »
Here's Louis CK with a very funny and at least halfway cogent argument saying they shouldn't.

http://teamcoco.com/video/louis-ck-springsteen-cell-phone

That puts me in a difficult position: as the most important principle of parenting in my life is that people should never coerce others, not even kids, just because they feel they know what's best for them better than they themselves do (they may or may not be right, but it's still not justified grounds for coercion), the (many) kids around this household quite freely help themselves to computing equipment. The 10, the 11, the 13, the 16 and of course the 18-year-old all have their own (shoddy but workable) computers (though the 11-year-old girl's one has been broken for a while and she doesn't seem fussed) - and yet they make eye-contact and are interested in a number of things other than computers (admittedly, at times the number is somewhat smaller thant I'd be really happy with).

I am also failing to find a piece by Charlie Stross about a new kind of person: one who never has to be lost or alone against their will. But he did make that point: what happens when most people are like that? Charlie thinks, and I think I'm with him, that it's not the end of the world, may even be the beginning of tomorrow. What do you think?



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Discordian Recipes / Savoury corn pancakes
« on: January 22, 2013, 10:27:44 am »

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Apple Talk / GAPS
« on: January 05, 2013, 10:32:26 am »
I'm not sure which subforum to put this one in, so I put it here. But feel free to move it if it would sit better somewhere else.

Has anyone had any (preferably extended) experience with the GAPS diet/theory? What are your views?

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Apple Talk / Demanding parents
« on: December 03, 2012, 06:12:29 pm »
Those who lack self-esteem and the capacity to regulate themselves well may become very self-centred adults. Without effective and well-resourced emotional systems, they cannot behave flexibly or respond to others' needs. They tend to be rather rigid, either attempting not to need others at all, or needing them too much. Because they have not had enough experience of being well cared for and well regulated, their original baby needs remain active within. In adulthood, this can in some cases be experienced as a kind of compulsion to get others to meet those needs. People who constantly fall in and out of love, who are addicted to foods or drugs of various kinds, who are workaholics, wo are endlessly demanding medical or social services, are seeking something or someone who will regulate their feelings at all times. In effect, they are searching for the good babyhood that they have not yet had. From promiscuous celebrities to welfare shirkers, such people often provoke exasperation in others who wish they would 'grow up'.

The paradox is that people need to have a satisfying experience of dependency before they can become truly independent and largely self-regulating. Yet this feels counter-intuitive to many adults, who respond to the insecure with a punitive attitude, as if becoming more mature and self-regulating were a matter of will-power. It can be hard to tolerate dependent and self-centred behaviour in adults who should be able to recognise the inappropriateness of their behaviour.

But it is not simply a matter of will-power. Even if will-power is invoked to bring about better behaviour, often this comes in the form of a 'false self' who tries to live up to others' requirements to act maturely. Unfortunately you cannot will genuine empathy for others, or a caring attitude to your own feelings, into existence. Imitating these postures is not the same as drawing on an inner experience of them. These are capacities that are internalised through experiencing them first-hand, from having had relationships with people who respond to your needs, help to regulate your feelings, and don't make premature demands on you to manage more than you can manage.

Good timing is a critical aspect of parenting, as well as in comedy. The ability to judge when a baby or child has the capacity to manage a little more self-control, thoughtfulness or independence is not something that books on child development can provide: the timing of moves in living relationships is an art, not a science. Parents' sensitivity to the child's unfolding capacities can often be hampered by an intolerance of dependency. This is partly cultural and partly the result of one's own early experience. Dependency can evoke powerful reactions. It is often regarded with disgust and repulsion, not as a delightful but fleeting part of experience. It may even be that dependence has a magnetic pull and adults themselves fear getting seduced by it: or that it is simply intolerable to give to someone else what you are furious you didn't get yourself. Often, parents are in such a hurry to make their child independent that they expose their babies to long perios of waiting for food or comfort, or long absences from the mother, in order to achieve this aim. Grandparents only too often reinforce the message that you mustn't 'spoil' the baby by giving in to him.

Unfortunately, leaving a baby to cry or to cope by himself for more than a very short period usually has the reverse effect: it undermines the baby's confidence in the parent and in the world, leaving him more dependent, not less. In the absence of the regulatory partner, a baby can do very little to regulate himself of herself other than to cry louder or to withdraw mentally. But the pain of being dependent like this and being powerless to help yourself leads to primitive psychological defences based on these two options.

Most adult pathways are more elaborate versions of these primitive responses. The dual nature of the defensive system seems to be built into our genetic programme: it's either fight or flight. Cry loudly or withdraw. Exaggerate feelings or minimise feelings. Be hyper-aroused or suppress arousal. These two basic strategies also underpin the insecure styles of attachment - the avoidant and the resistant. Whichever way the individual turns to find a solution (and these strategies may be used consistently or inconsistently), he or she will not have mastered the basic process of self-regulation and will remain prone to being overdemanding or underdemanding of others. (Sue Gerhardt)

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Bring and Brag / Mah furst evur webkomik
« on: November 28, 2012, 10:33:23 pm »

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Apple Talk / Does my finger need a stitch or three?
« on: November 21, 2012, 01:18:15 pm »
This morning, as I was trying to chop up a strip of pork ribs for soup, I put the meat cleaver into my finger a bit.



In your expert opinion, does this wound need stitches, or would it be okay just bandaged up?

(Sorry to be making this all about myself, by the way  :lulz:)

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Apple Talk / content
« on: November 08, 2012, 05:56:38 am »
http://blog.holist.hu/?p=764

there ya go

the pictures are all there in big on clickthrough

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Apple Talk / ITT, Holist demonstrates why his "English" is superior.
« on: October 28, 2012, 10:55:40 am »
Great letter, great tone. I suggest two minor corrections for the sake of clarity. I also spotted two typos:

Also, while I understand your religious views on Ggay marriage, I ask you to understand that our system of government and our rights as citizens do not spring from your church.  In fact, the very reason you remain untaxed as an example of how is that you are supposed to be apolitical, just as while, in contrast, the government is not a religious function.  Given that you do not feel constrained to prerserve this separation, I feel I have no choice but to ask my congressional representative to have your tax exempt status removed, with back taxes accruing from 1955 to the present.

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Bring and Brag / holist's tunes
« on: October 24, 2012, 09:21:58 am »
From the first time I had a chance to play with a computer music production system:

http://blog.holist.hu/wp-content/uploads/2010/09/First-Eva.mp3

A bit later, still a computer and me:

http://blog.holist.hu/wp-content/uploads/2010/09/Piano-Crickets.mp3

UK band, poor quality (4-track tape-deck), folk song, arrangement mostly mine, whiny top harmony line and bass also mine:

http://blog.holist.hu/wp-content/uploads/2008/08/fridge-buying-song.ogg

Hungarian band, result of an afternoon's stoned improv, single mike onto a reel-to-reel, I'm on bass:

http://blog.holist.hu/wp-content/uploads/2012/10/oszinte_06.mp3

Advertising jingle for a bunch of vitamins. First I sold, recently. I play and sing everything except the fingerpicked guitar:

http://blog.holist.hu/wp-content/uploads/2010/09/vita4.mp3






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Bring and Brag / holist's pictures
« on: October 22, 2012, 02:19:27 am »

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Apple Talk / Minor Miracle
« on: October 16, 2012, 10:19:08 am »
http://blog.holist.hu/?p=739

keeping the pollution to a minimum

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Literate Chaotic / I didn't write this
« on: October 03, 2012, 02:50:08 pm »
First of all: I realise that I have some unfulfilled obligations, but right now I am too tired, having worked another 16-hour stint with 3 hours of sleep in the middle, so I'm postponing those. In the meantime: today I found a book I've been trying to find for a long time. This is how it begins:

HAVING placed in my mouth sufficient bread for three minutes' chewing, I withdrew my powers of sensual perception and retired into the privacy of my mind, my eyes and face assuming a vacant and preoccupied expression. I reflected on the subject of my spare-time literary activities. One beginning and one ending for a book was a thing I did not agree with. A good book may have three openings entirely dissimilar and inter-related only in the prescience of the author, or for that matter one hundred times as many endings.


Examples of three separate openings - the first: The Pooka MacPhellimey, a member of the devil class, sat in his hut in the middle of a firwood meditating on the nature of the numerals and segregating in his mind the odd ones from the even. He was seated at his diptych or ancient two-leaved hinged writing-table with inner sides waxed. His rough long-nailed fingers toyed with a snuff-box of perfect rotundity and through a gap in his teeth he whistled a civil cavatina. He was a courtly man and received honour by reason of the generous treatment he gave his wife, one of the Corrigans of Carlow.

The second opening: There was nothing unusual in the appearance of Mr. John Furriskey but actually he had one distinction that is rarely encountered - he was born at the age of twenty-five and entered the world with a memory but without a personal experience to account for it. His teeth were well-formed but stained by tobacco, with two molars filled and a cavity threatened in the left canine. His knowledge of physics was moderate and extended to Boyle's Law and the Parallelogram of Forces.

The third opening: Finn MacCool was a legendary hero of old Ireland. Though not mentally robust, he was a man of superb physique and development. Each of his thighs was as thick as a horse's belly, narrowing to a calf as thick as the belly of a foal. Three fifties of fosterlings could engage with handball against the wideness of his backside, which was large enough to halt the march of men through a mountain-pass.

I hurt a tooth in the corner of my jaw with a lump of the crust I was eating. This recalled me to the perception of my surroundings.

It is a great pity, observed my uncle, that you don't apply yourself more to your studies. The dear knows your father worked hard enough for
the money he is laying out on your education. Tell me this, do you ever open a book at all?

I surveyed my uncle in a sullen manner. He speared a portion of cooked rasher against a crust on the prongs of his fork and poised the whole at the opening of his mouth in a token of continued interrogation.


Description of my uncle: Red-faced, bead-eyed, ball-bellied. Fleshy about the shoulders with long swinging arms giving ape-like effect to gait. Large moustache. Holder of Guinness clerkship the third class.

I do, I replied.

He put the point of his fork into the interior of his mouth and withdrew it again, chewing in a coarse manner.


Quality of rasher in use in household: Inferior, one and two the pound.


Well faith, he said, I never see you at it. I never see you at your studies at all.

I work in my bedroom, I answered.

Whether in or out, I always kept the door of my bedroom locked. This made my movements a matter of some secrecy and enabled me to spend an inclement day in bed without disturbing my uncle's assumption that I had gone to the College to attend to my studies. A contemplative life has always been suitable to my disposition. I was accustomed to stretch myself for many hours upon my bed, thinking and smoking there. I rarely undressed and my inexpensive suit was not the better for the use I gave it, but I found that a brisk application with a coarse brush before going out would redeem it somewhat without quite dispelling the curious bedroom smell which clung to my person and which was frequently the subject of humorous or other comment on the part of my friends and acquaintances.

Aren't you very fond of your bedroom now, my uncle continued. Why don't you study in the dining-room here where the ink is and where there is a good book-case for your books? Boys but you make a great secret about your studies.

My bedroom is quiet, convenient and I have my books there. I prefer to work in my bedroom, I answered.

My bedroom was small and indifferently lighted but it contained most of the things I deemed essential for existence - my bed, a chair which was rarely used, a table and a washstand. The washstand had a ledge upon which I had arranged a number of books. Each of them was generally recognized as indispensable to all who aspire to an appreciation of the nature of contemporary literature and my small collection contained works ranging from those of Mr. Joyce to the widely-read books of Mr. A. Huxley, the eminent English writer. In my bedroom also were certain porcelain articles related more to utility than ornament. The mirror at which I shaved every second day was of the type supplied gratis by Messrs. Watkins, Jameson and Pim and bore brief letterpress in
reference to a proprietary brand of ale between the words of which I had acquired considerable skill in inserting the reflection of my countenance. The mantelpiece contained forty buckskin volumes comprising a Conspectus of the Arts and Natural Sciences. They were published in 1854 by a reputable Bath house for a guinea the volume. They bore their years bravely and retained in their interior the kindly seed of knowledge intact and without decay.

I know the studying you do in your bedroom, said my uncle. Damn the studying you do in your bedroom.

I denied this.

Nature of denial: Inarticulate, of gesture.


My uncle drained away the remainder of his tea and arranged his cup and saucer in the centre of his bacon plate in a token that his meal was at an end. He then blessed himself and sat for a time drawing air into his mouth with a hissing sound in an attempt to extract foodstuff from the crevices of his dentures. subsequently he pursed his mouth and swallowed something.

A boy of your age, he said at last, who gives himself up to the sin of sloth - what in God's name is doing to happen to him when he goes out to face the world? Boys but I often wonder what the world is coming to, I do indeed. Tell me this, do you ever open a book at all?

I open several books every day, I answered.

You open your granny, said my uncle. O I know the game you are at above in your bedroom. I am not as stupid as I look, I'll warrant you that.

He got up from the table and went out to the hall, sending back his voice to annoy me in his absence.

Tell me this, did you press my Sunday trousers?

I forgot, I said.

What?

I forgot, I shouted.

Well that is very nice, he called, very nice indeed. Oh, trust you to forget. God look down on us and pity us this night and day. Will you forget again today?

No, I answered.

As he opened the hall-door, he was saying to himself in a low tone:

Lord save us!

The slam of the door released me from my anger. I finished my collation and retired to my bedroom, standing for a time at the window and observing the street-scene arranged below me that morning. Rain was coming softly from the low sky. I lit my cigarette and then took my letter from my pocket, opened it and read it.

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Apple Talk / Good Night
« on: September 30, 2012, 08:59:23 am »
Well I guess you Americans are all gone to sleep or partying...

I'm off for a family walk by the lake. One of the lakes.

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