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And, for back-breeding livestock to invigorate the heart of our game-hunting reserves.

Keyboard's shorted on the laptop.  Going in.  Can't see anything, though I detect hints of Cabernet.  I'm going to dismantle the logic board and give it some fresh air.  Hope that works.

Update:  Command key, possibly shift key, are acting like they're stuck, breaking all the others.  The problem nearly seems mechanical.  Morale sucks.  Tomorrow's presentation will all be in hardcopy, I think I'm coming to terms with that.

Update:  make that only half-hardcopy, keyboard is back online - hooray!

Really meshing with this one

The reason companies, a few years back, made public some of their max-pooling and convolutional network architecture was not to demonstrate advances in perception modeling, rather, it was an exercise of perception management.  Photos were leaked of what was actually going down in their top-secret GENetic ALGorithm labs, namely, splicing DNA of various historic beasts to create human hybrids for the military.  The software they released was meant to mimic these photos, so that the originals would be confounded with their various reproductions; being all kinds of both similar and also distinct, confusing all humans and machines way beyond their capacity of recognition.

Right on, it's all starting to make sense again.

In the theatre of my mind, it's different, the spectator's gaze is more forgiving.  Performing in front of others, perhaps not surprisingly, reminds me of taking a more combative stance.  It's somehow deeply embarrassing to me, to be fighting for a mask.  Because it's tragic when I take myself so seriously.  For example, right now, I'm stumbling over the inflated sense of my own importance even as I try to deny it, elevating me at best to a pantomime of myself.  I take it drama must be some kind imitative ritual to pass through and exorcise this limitation.  That by going through so many changes we wil, at the end, welcome that last encounter with a shy, innocent smile.

Does anyone remember, circa '09, if there was a connection between PD and a particular news show host's decision to shave their head?  It's spring cleaning time for my mind (feel free not to dispel my illusions if I may still have use for them).

heh, if you think the sexual revolution is complete try having a sexuality that is outside the norm.

not saying it's complete - I'm saying that how we talked about it in the late 70s might not be as powerful anymore.


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The broader question is - is there anything that Discordia can give us that we can't get from another source that maybe said it better? That's the lifeblood of Discordia - not continuing the revolution that Mal and Omar lived through, but figuring out what we all need Today in 2016.

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*Like we need to come up with a new word for soul, also, or hijack the word entirely as it seems to have lost some of it's levity, barring inquiry of any purchase.

What with the whole love connection, at first glance, I might follow in the tradition of Ibn 'Arabi and use the word heart instead of soul.  And, heart also works with the whole pseudo- nostalgic tone of this thread.
[abducted by a howling pack of camels that vanishes into the moonlit desert night]

heh, if you think the sexual revolution is complete try having a sexuality that is outside the norm.

not saying it's complete - I'm saying that how we talked about it in the late 70s might not be as powerful anymore.


On a similar note, in Illuminatus, one of the big plot points is about breaking down the societal barriers between the races and accepting interracial relationships as okay. Today in 2016, racism sure isn't over, but the idea of a white guy dating a black girl isn't as revolutionary today as it was in '77. So if we were pitching it at a 2016 audience, maybe we'd say it differently.

The broader question is - is there anything that Discordia can give us that we can't get from another source that maybe said it better? That's the lifeblood of Discordia - not continuing the revolution that Mal and Omar lived through, but figuring out what we all need Today in 2016.

What we need today is a revolution that addresses the problem at it's root.  The sex thing was/is a perfect vehicle, what with how it encodes the union of difference with transcendental bliss.  A bit crude, yes, yet wonderfully effective in part because of that "elevation" of the flesh.  The problem remains, however, in the domain of mind.  So, ideally, what we still need to focus on is a revolution that can turn people's thinking away from that which causes it to suffer.  Beyond simple de/distraction from sick patterns of thought, we may also need to formulate a solution:  A solution that engages people to actively participate in changing how they think, as though their immortal soul depended on it, because it does just that, actually.
*Like we need to come up with a new word for soul, also, or hijack the word entirely as it seems to have lost some of it's levity, barring inquiry of any purchase.

When you get really tired, it becomes shadow spiders.

You thought you knew terror?  Stay awake for 96 hours.

Stay awake and dehydrated, my friends

I like it I like it.  The dossier collected on TP/Receipt paper - glorious

At the risk of hurting feelings, I think it's fair to say that your's may have priority.  You are right, they are probably not equipped, which should come as no surprise to them.  If you did not feel like communicating this to people, that should be more than understandable.

I trust that by attracting the powers that be, Mondus Imbroglio will find what it is looking for.

In total disregard, I allow myself this literary transgression, because I'll feel both, n/either, n/and/or damned iff I don't.

Ahab soon calculated what his latitude must be at that precise instant. Then falling into a moment's revery, he again looked up towards the sun and murmured to himself: "Thou sea-mark! thou high and mighty Pilot! thou tellest me truly where I am—but canst thou cast the least hint where I shall be? Or canst thou tell where some other thing besides me is this moment living? Where is Moby Dick? This instant thou must be eyeing him. These eyes of mine look into the very eye that is even now beholding him; aye, and into the eye that is even now equally beholding the objects on the unknown, thither side of thee, thou sun!"

2. This someone is almost certainly not completely (or even mostly) benevolent.

Promulgates false dichotomies.