All Hail Teh New Flesh Ahoy!

SUDDENLY, A WILD OPERATING SYSTEM CHALLENGER APPEARS!

Runs like a racecar, makes virus coders cry & turn emo, heaps of bitchen apps along with a legendary range of possibilities if one were ever to become ambitious enough to go Full Skript-Kiddie ............. & it doesn't cost a motherfucking dime.

Nearest I've come to a problem with it is thinking I (or it) had completely ganked the audio ... I apparently popped it off by opting for a digital sound format - I presume it's an analog audio OS by default, which sounds just hunky-dory to me.

* Just cold logging in to some fresh Ubuntu all up in it * 

Shopworn Gratuitous Epic Clock-Killer YouTube Post Ahoy!

Don't be a wuss ......... FULLSCREEN THIS SHIT.





ADHD-friendly alternative (or if you are hardcore play both clips at once!) goes HERE:

Recycled Turbid Cuntpasta Ahoy!

My response to Mike Adams & Gina Miller:

Yes, surely there’s no way a mere neuroscience Ph.D. undergrad could, say, systematically build up an arsenal & sundry chaos-warez over time, simultaneously planning his dastardly deeds down to the last detail. Unpossibleness! IT WAS AN INSIDE JOB SHEEPLE.

Note that the oxygen for this batshittery is the FBI’s long legacy of propping up nasty people or even actively aiding them to blow shit up real good. Also that, despite what you might think, insecure/paranoid people ask a lot FEWER useful questions about what’s going on behind closed doors in matters of state.

"Okay…I’ll get plenty of shit for saying this, but…

They are peasants. Pure and simple. Despite historical access to knowledge and opportunity to participate meaningfully in shaping society for the better, the vast majority of humanity still wallows in ignorance, fear, and superstition.

I am beginning to suspect that it is physiological."

Television + HFCS + aspartame + trace metals = no use thinkbox no good any more.

Then there’s that whole dodging responsibility thing. Feels gooooooood man.

"Six years ago – when Alex Jones was distributing DVDs of his documentary in New York City – the existence of lunacy like this was proof that THE LEFT WAS CRAZY! Then the black guy gets into office, and suddenly Jones et al go from left-wing lunatics to clear-eyed prophets. No one even acknowledges that the change took place. We have always been at war with Eurasia."

A thesis is floating about the Interwebs that posits that Jones & his fellow DVD-pimps are in reality a FBI/CIA psyop whose predicate is discrediting any citizens who advocate for an open & independant investigation of 9/11.

A similar theory concerning skinhead-friendly hate-jock Hal Turner was seen as pure Tinfoil Sombrero material … right up until the day Turner outed himself as an FBI informant. OOOOPS.

By Jones’ own standards, it is surely highly suspicious that someone so “aware” of the NWO’s evil plots – & so perpetually loquacious about their innermost workings – miraculously remains fit as a fiddle more than a decade after 9/11, even though the ability of the CIA to simulate death by natural causes is common knowledge by now (an ability, by the way, of which they themselves have openly boasted). I suspect Jones has not the slightest qualm about dining out or going on a camping trip because he knows damn well he’s in zero real danger (other than from one of his more bugfuck-crazy fanboys).

It’s worth it to check out Jones’ radio show if you haven’t yet done so – the first thing you notice is that close to half the bloody show is ads, ads, & MOAR ads. Makes one wonder: what kind of person sees everything going to hell & decides that the best course of action in response to this impending horrorshow is “IMA GONNA GET ME A WEBSITE & A RADIO SHOW SO I CAN MONETIZE THAT BITCH TO THE HILT”?

That slide-toward-fascism dollar? That’s a really good dollar right there.

[PS: Original spoor originated right yonder henceward.]

CyberTerror LULZ Ahoy!

Wowie Zowie - no posts show up on my blog right now. How special is THAT? Does blogspot impose a "posting too slowly" death sentence for blogs now? AFAF

UPDATE: Torpid =/= dead. It got better.

Salad Daze Archives Unit 10 (2001)

How I Killed Punk In Its Sleep

  My talents were hired by anonymous progressives of a singularly radical bent, it seemed they wanted to warn the world of "sell-outs" taking freedoms away - or some such drivel. After fourteen centuries in the trade, one is apt to smile & nod, no matter what nonsense is provided for an excuse. One takes a 40% advance in eight figures, which is very nice indeed - & one sets to work. My medium is the dreams of my targets, fast clean & unstoppable. I never miss.

  I bring them into lucidity first, if the format allows it. To lay in comfort as one brings down the rube : the acme of a noble old service.

  Biafra was surprisingly smooth & easy. I nailed his whiny ass on a spoken-word tour. Popped in on some spy-noir crap & shook his hand. Thanked him for playing, & gave him a nice look at my astral machete. Did he ever scream!

  Ran straight over his 18th-floor balcony railing like a real trooper. One down, six to go.

  Of them all, Rollins was the most fun. For the record, the man gets - ahem,  used to get - some very interesting dreams. I have to develop a bio on waketime, & dreams, for the hit to click. For someone who  seemed to only ever do one "song" it was quite delightful to record ol' Hank's unconscious musings.

  Of course, the wonders of apnia kicked Rollins' ass. At about the eleven-minute mark he stopped jiggling around & I felt the joy of a job well done. I've always been amazed at how easy it is to deactivate human lungs.

  I could have appeared to him & rattled off some rant about a skinny little geek that was back for vengeance, in the one place where being hard isn't any use, you're a moth & I'm a flame, blah blah woof woof. I refrained - & left the poor slob to croak.

  The Rotten hit was the only other worth mention, albeit a depressing one. "Who shot J.L." was his best attempt at wit. Then he tried to say he knew I would come { he didn't } & that he wouldn't try to escape { he did, sorry to say }.

  Brains are almost as easy as lungs.  Panic at an unreal menace was an ironic fuel for a real peril. The hemhorrage was itself tres punk : John-Boy bled from eyes, ears & nose as his homely mega-marketed mug went from deep purple to bone white. Your punchline here.

Salad Daze Archives Unit 9 (2004)

for  Denise



a special chamber in my heart slumbers

for the lady w/ the long silk hair

i wonder if she is still there



the chamber i keep clean & warm & bright

for one w/ braids of midnight hue

i wonder if she is still true



our folly was a crown of pretty jewels rare

for the season or two we dared agree

i hope she can yet get free



in another warm place i also find comfort

for the reasons' & rhymes' cruel cost

i wish she were never lost

Dead Hamster Stuck On Teh Wheel Ahoy!

OH NOEZ!!!

2008 Ahoy uses ... PHOTOBLOGGING! It's ... NOT VERY EFFECTIVE!

Year X Ahoy!

The trend in North American politics toward what might best be described as Faith-Based Nihilism can be expected to grow ever more potent & sincere as North America's dominance in geopolitics & economics continues to fade away. How far that trend progresses will be a crucial ingredient in determining the history of the 21st Century. It has provided diverse & abundant dividends for a very long time, yet is now visibly mutating into a deadly threat on a scale unknown to humanity since at least the last Ice Age.

Rapidly Expanding Global Crisis Seeks Think-Tanks/Research Teams/Emergency Task-Forces For Casual Encounter, Possible Long-Term Relationship
(ps: no fatties)

The decisive conflict of our times that is already starting to crystallize is not Rich vs. Poor or Democracy vs. Dictatorship or Right vs. Left - it is Reality vs. Bullshit. The former are in fact the logically obvious byproducts of this timeless conflict. So visceral that it even creates its own battlefields within each individual, so critical that it can now quickly drive us into total extinction ... & so ubiquitous that it seems merely to be another droning mundane overtone of our Zeitgeist, not its prime conductor.

Does this thesis contradict my prior emphasis on mental hygiene? Some might argue so ... I would then ask them to show me how or where.

Our darkest shame in all of this is that, like Dracula, stupidity comes into its own only after its agents have given it leave to enter. One does not simply walk into Stupidtown - one first must both choose to burn down the reality that barricades the road to it & act on that choice, & what that does to one's psyche is dire in the extreme. Indulgence in folly can be cathartic, but making folly your god is rarely anything but morbid. No great intellect is needed to discover who is rallying under which standard (by their net output shall ye know them) ... & our collective tragicomedy is that by our very nature we abhor the idea of abandoning either one of these ancient & dearly beloved icons, at any price.

Cliffhanger Orgy, dead ahead!

Paradox Du Jour, Avec Fromage

PRIMUS = My inner historian is getting its rocks off on current events like a hungry bear with an abandoned beehive. Every day, in every way, its diet keeps getting better & better.

SECONDUS = Contemplating the real total output of what said events will produce gives me a very NON-ironic shudder of horror.

/\*HERE*/\* BE*/\* LULZDRAGONZ*/\

Salad Daze Archives Unit 8 { 1984 }

girl

in sleep - here she is
under the usual vine-drooped tree
using her finger-gun
to zap the moon
lost in the greens found in the garden
free
destroying scenes in
her mind w/
time - asleep

Salad Daze Archives Unit 7 { 1979 }

how i managed to survive


why must these soggy hieroglyphs

always maintain the news

the murder of corpses

which i will almost always not commit

but you will

always maintain the news

as an imprint of your shape in the snow

- it is irrefutably October

why must these blood-soaked tabloids

screen us by restraint and speed of code


do we really need a media

to spill our beliefs like coffee on the paper

why must we distribute this pedigree

this blithering medley

of puberty and combat

Salad Daze Archives Unit 6 { 1996 }

aegri somnia

whose hand pulled down the anvil

onto this swarm of tiny heads

pressed the blade upon the rope


at null o'clock the toll is for each

onto the lip of abyss dancing

with a forgotten song


measurements crushed out or funnelled

flutter into these thundering furnaces


our step has no purchase here

amidst the rainbow industry seasons

sucked through the vortex of jagged teeth

whose hand pulled down the anvil

Salad Daze Archives Unit 5 { 1981 }

untitled



i lay here on top of a turtle

delivering postcards to friends in need

spying on the velvet teardrop reflections

my steering-wheel rots in my hands



i lay here on top of a sweater

containing a girl w/ no name

she smells like all the king's men

my steering-wheel rots in my hands

Salad Daze Archives Unit 4 { 2004 }

Oeufs a la Nietzsche Redux 

 Now, in the season of my darkest & most relentless misery, hear - my laughter! 

    None of these burdens amount to more than a numeral on a chart - once one has known enough, & has dared to learn enough. The fabled transcendence of mystic beliefs is yet another pretty clown in motley once one tastes the true wellspring, cold clear & pure! Each new tragedy greets me like another persona in the grandiose & hilarious farce, bowing formally & casting its silk gauntlet of doom & contempt over my cheek, sickening parody of a lover's touch, yet with the power of my heritage & my spirit it is all null & void, a torment of trivia that I had seen marching to meet my life years in advance. More & worse comes - until surely I will laugh even longer! 

    Is this virtue or perversion, that I know the wild comedy that hides winking at me, even in this summer of agony & tears - & that I love it as truly as ever a gent loved his damsel? Not mere insight, but a truth that the living meat of my body proves, daily - this is the real moral of my life's berserk & baroque fable. Now, as a new realm of knowledge unfurls to me its flags, I meet it, wailing the lament of those who know - yet in my heart do I not hear - a giggle?

    Each of my new selves has held this mystery to me like a violently writhing Orchid - & I bless & thank the enigma that confuses me so!

    Look - a strange shadow rises over the horizon, a new adventure calls to the free of spirit, no mere siren but a theme beyond music's own spectrum - come, come! Here too is beauty's true chorus, strong, wild & priceless - dare to lift your best voice to it anew! 

 

     Now, do I not find in these days of darkness & torment - my convalescence? Ah, but from where else could I discover my Dawning? Was not my wild journey to this hour a mere prelude? With every new Aeon, another & more cruel set of laws is brought to bear - for freedom also delights in itself where it has had enslavement to - misplace! 

 

    Listen - there is a new & alien aesthetic that rumbles like thunder in its strange quickening - the noontide of its nativity draws nigh, & we all placidly doze on like sated drunkards, heedless of the imminent detonation that this birth will produce. 

    Our history is our most delicious irony, a limerick limned in children's blood, presented for the ungentle talons of academics - is it any wonder our society is so skilled at "reinventing" itself, with such a vast & impressive love - for spiritual crime? 

 

    I am a mere herald of the sacred lexicon that is being forged on the anvil of time, whispering like a pretty girl in my too-ticklish ear - ha, ha! "Beloved child of a mad age, you can yet find me so endearing, when you know how I love to see the sparks dance in your helpless soul as you harvest - your tempering! If I cannot yet destroy you, I can still make of you - my bell! Here is your glorious education - what? Do I dream awake? "You can give thanks - now? Even the gods must grow dizzy & gasp at such brazen rebellion, even while they guffaw! "This is your trial, rare & divine : "Not to learn what you most passionately yearn to discover, but that which you most dreaded to find!" 

     O whimsical future-daughter, you too are a naïve beauty, for all your nascent wisdom - for my true trial has not even begun! 

    Then & only then will my scales - slumber!

Salad Daze Archives Unit 3 { 2005 }

for Saint Catherine



the Wheel bears down

every year a new trial

the Wheel grinds fine

firy nemesis of denial



the Wheel sings out

its ballad of doom & nativity

the Wheel dances laughing

mad jester of eros & tragedy



the Wheel comes alive

without prelude or reason

the Wheel bears down

to inspire romance & treason

Salad Daze Archives Unit 2 { 1997 }

VI. Urania

you glimpse my wild children's infinity
their firy dying sends you its delight
beyond all ages far away & free
brought to nerves of spirit with each night

here are more than planets stars or moon
within my sphere mystery laughs complete
you wait for daylight's fall to end
the wheel of beauty turns here
this is how time's spheres ring
this map no voyageur can ever fathom

i claim the nation of wishes
the portraits of mythic lore alive
in constellations many & delicious
i let the ambrosial whimsy thrive

here are measures beyond every scale
of silence's heavy cosmic scheme
below my playground all gasp & smile
the flickering meteor a moment's icon
this is the cold sweet art of astronomy
bend this to the sprouting seasons

you prime this field of liberties
their guidance firm from tiny gems of light
in this all ages may somehow seize
this craft by which a heart finds flight

Salad Daze Archives Unit 1 { circa 1988 }

telegraphy


the current set is in crisis stop accelerating entropy creates terrible crisis amid a darkening putrid apathy no positive and non-destructive catalyst has yet risen and survived against this stop burning away membranes shredding into the very marrow of biosphere stop this is a full alert stop every act that opposes it co-opted and subverted from within a myriad of absurd mundane prisons a reich of convenient pupa consumption stop make more devour more waste more destroy more kill more a macabre cult of paradigm of trivia of hate stop its wiles can seduce and rule any opponent can obliterate every single last known living thing ultimate evil victory over

the diorama is in grave peril readjust now stop primary priority readjust society stop readjust economies stop readjust value ethics stop readjust goal and motive dynamic stop readjust spirit stop readjust against all nonhelpful technology now stop the timeframe means that this is the supreme code against that which oppresses everything alive stop this is a real emergency over and out

Op-Ed From The Valley Of The Shadow Of Death

I find myself increasingly convinced that what nutrition & sanitation were to the 19th Century or technology was to the 20th Century, mental hygiene will be to the 21st Century: the central factor that defines the age. With it comes endurance, intelligence & such security as can be had in the real world. Without it, the human project has very dim future prospects. Every other issue that challenges humanity is utterly dependant upon it, many of them having its deficit as their direct source - & our solutions will succeed or fail based on it.

The present context as regards this issue is horrific. Our response to an increasingly complex society is dysfunctional (no surprise - we're simply not adapted to our present environment, which is anomalous in the extreme, & its rate of change is far beyond our ability to keep up). That dysfunctional response itself isn't the real problem - the problem is our eagerness to rationalize it, avoid it &/or treat it as if it were sacred. The pricetag for that dysfunction becomes ever more heinous as our technological power continues to expand ... & unfortunately our Zeitgeist grows more dysfunctional as a result of the damage done, closing a very lethal feedback loop.

Our sacred cows have rabies, & our imaginary friends are about to kill us in our sleep.

We continue to indulge institutional untruth & folly at our peril. We have long ceased to have the luxury of either the time or the resources to spend alternately excusing or glamorizing psychopathology. Neil Postman's "Amusing Ourselves To Death" looks daily more & more like a prophecy. The perversity of the situation is that we now have global networks that inform us in real-time of just how steep a price we're paying for our ongoing orgy of stupidity - & that very information itself is being instantaneously reified into just another form of entertainment with which to distract us ... from itself. Disaster-porn, Mass-Murderer Trading Cards & boffo comedies about the collapse of civilization aren't just ironic - they're alarm-bells. Our response is to strenuously pretend that those alarm-bells are a lullaby.

It took us thousands of years to sleepwalk all the way to the edge of this cliff. We were given a reprieve from going over it in 1989. Sadly, Gorbachev did not give us a magic formula for replicating it, so I think if we want another one we'll have to make it ourselves from scratch.

Oh, Those Wacky Americans!

Miller will be airing his final ad today, warning Alaskans to only drink distilled water & malt liquor lest the cabal of media communists sap & impurify their precious bodily fluids in order to weaken their essence.

The moderate Republican conservatism that once gave America such premier public servants as Abraham Lincoln, Teddy Roosevelt & Dwight Eisenhower is sadly long gone, sacrificed decades ago on the altar of ideological purity. The bizarre cargo-cult of superstition, spite & hubris that has taken its place would be funny if it weren't so dangerous.

Eight years of Bush re-confirmed the conservatives' deficit of civic aptitude that Reagan exemplified before him, & vastly exceeded even Reagan's breathtaking scale of waste, cronyism & criminality. The GOP gaining a House majority in 2010 will conclusively put to rest any remaining rumors of their ability to govern or provide functional real-world solutions once & for all.

The Republicans hijacked America in 2000 during good times, with Clinton's surplus & a booming global economy on their side ... & in 2010 America has yet to recover from the damage done. Now imagine what level of destruction they can create by re-enacting Gingrich's 1990s stonewalling style in a BAD economy, with a titanic deficit to start with instead of a surplus.

That horrible sound you hear?

That's Lincoln's ghost, dry-heaving.

(note: this is actually nothing more than some glob of dipshit-bait which I knowingly deposited on a thread at newsvine.com)