Well, you weren't keeping up with my needs, you haven't evolved, you're the same you were five years ago and I've moved on. I need something new, more flexible, that can appreciate my need for quick dirty links, as well as long meandering posts, I need a platform that can support me through my whimsy and through my deep, and who I can rely on, who I can trust and depend on.
Lately I've been scared of even visiting you, because I don't feel I can trust you, we built our relationship on shonky html, we don't have many friends, nobody visits us anymore.. something had to happen.
Sure it might feel a little awkward for a while, but it's a change we both need. I'm taking ALL my posts with me, tho they will also stay here, as a memory of the times we've shared.
It's been good Blogger, but our paths will not meet again.
Thank you.
- Pablo
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Youth is not a time of life; it is a state of mind; it is not a matter of rosy cheeks, red lips and supple knees; it is a matter of the will, a quality of the imagination, a vigor of the emotions; it is the freshness of the deep springs of life.
Youth means a temperamental predominance of courage over timidity of the appetite, for adventure over the love of ease. This often exists in a man of sixty more than a boy of twenty. Nobody grows old merely by a number of years. We grow old by deserting our ideals.
Years may wrinkle the skin, but to give up enthusiasm wrinkles the soul. Worry, fear, self-distrust bows the heart and turns the spirit back to dust.
Whether sixty or sixteen, there is in every human being’s heart the lure of wonder, the unfailing child-like appetite of what’s next, and the joy of the game of living. In the center of your heart and my heart there is a wireless station; so long as it receives messages of beauty, hope, cheer, courage and power from men and from the infinite, so long are you young.
When the aerials are down, and your spirit is covered with snows of cynicism and the ice of pessimism, then you are grown old, even at twenty, but as long as your aerials are up, to catch the waves of optimism, there is hope you may die young at eighty.
In the 7th moon, the chief turned into a swimming fish and ate the head of his enemy by magic
Enjoy this truly excellent music, leave it playing as you get on with your day or work, this is the Kasai Allstars.
"Kasai Allstars is a collective revolving around 25 musicians from six bands, all from the Kasai region, but originating from five different ethnic groups, each with their own culture, their own language and their own musical traditions, which were always thought to be incompatible until these musicians decided to pool their resources and form this 'superband'."
It's all over the everywhere but come on, MICHAEL JACKSON IS DEAD.
EVERYBODY, even the Taliban in Pakistan know he's dead, every.one. knows.
I got on the bus today and 'Blame it on the boogie' was playing while three black kids up the front gave each other fancy hi fives and combed their afros. It was like being in a brooklyn bus in the 80's. For me it was a fitting tribute.
So anyways, this is my take on Michael..
He was an angel that came to earth to share his voice, he inevitably got corrupted on earth and sold his soul to the devil (Quincy functioning as representative), in order to write the best pop music ever made, the pact/seal was the album Thriller (obviously). From which he never recovered.
The devil.. he said, 'Michael, give me your soul and in return youll write the best pop music the world has ever heard..'. Michael agreed, and lost himself, his sanity, his identity, replaced by plastic and artifice, he truly lost his soul, and he did it for the musical wellbeing of mankind.
What Im saying is.. Michael Jackson died for our sins, he sacrificed himself for all of us, he was like.. the musical Jebus.
Amen brother.
Now watch these vids, cuz they didnt come cheap, you owe it to yourself, Michael, and the Devil..
.. the idea that when you have someone you can have anyone.. that's a problem, people get greedy, if youre having sex every night with your partner and then you make eye contact with a cute girl at a cafe one morning, you think 'damn I could be having sex with her every night instead!' but ITS NOT TRUE!! Odds are that you would not be having any sex for a while, and even if you were, it wouldn't be someone you'd stick with for months, maybe even years! You are NOT missing out on loads of hot sex, you are just missing out on some occassional and mostly disappointing flirty encounters. Ok girls can probably have sex with guys more easily than guys and that's why when you're a guy it really hurts, because its a fact, its easier for girls to have sex with people, they make the decision.. but I digress, point is, mostly youre not missing out on anything by being with someone, only very occassionally. But the question mark shows up sometimes when you make eye contact, and its very alluring! Let it go. Forget it. Enjoy who you have as much as you can for as long as you can. That doesn't mean don't pash anyone, don't flirt, don't play with your sexuality... it just means don't think youre being obligated or constrained by your partner, that's an illusion, its all you.
The key is Surrender. Give up. Give up the outcome. Give up and you'll get Slack. If you have a fear, there is often a fear of fear, because you worry that by fearing something you will actually create it, hence there is this second level fear, a fear of being afraid. Which is even worse.
What can one do when we have those moments where we think the worst, then worry that by thinking the worst we may have given that outcome power, fueled this fear with our fear.. what can we do.. the only thing left to do is to fear more, not fear, blow it all out of proportion.
If you're worried about something, make it worse in your head, and worse, as bad as it can possible be and triple it. By this point it will be but a caricature a most unlikely event which will help you get over it. Like when you repeat a word too many times, it stops having any hold on you, it stops making sense. Blowing a fear out of proportion makes it loses its power on you due to its cartoonish impossibility.. and then you breathe, and you're much better again.
Wasting time, much frowned upon in modern society is actually not that bad,
For when you waste something are you not asserting that you have so much of it that you can afford to throw it away?
I am proud and lucky to be so time rich that I can let it slip through my fingers as if nothing. This is a mind set, and why shouldn't we waste time?
First of all its a bit of a misnomer, 'waste' is the wrong word, but it helps to illustrate my previous economic example. I'm happy to 'waste' time if it involves making silly things, playing with cardboard, experimenting, discussing philosophies with friends, reading novels, forging bonds, making cookies etc..
But! They say.. Shouldn't you be making a living?
Yes, but what IS a living? A living, is living to a degree you are comfortable with. The more you own, car, house, cable tv etc. The more of a living you have to make, the less time you can afford to waste. But essentially, you are making a living, so that when you're done you can go to the living you've made and enjoy your time, however it may be: play with it, chat, create, enjoy, all these things which a content and happy time waster is actually doing already anyway.
Michael Ende, John Lennon and I agree: Time enjoyed is never ever time wasted.
There will be plenty of time leftover to make a home, create things, sell them, study, forge a career etc etc, later, it happens, organically, but to force it, to feel guilty about not being productive, is bad for the spirit. Feel no shame when being idle! And always rest on the Sabbath!
SOME COMMON QUESTIONS Q)WHAT IS OUR COMPANIES MAIN PRODUCT LINE? A) -THE TRUTH- Q)WHAT IS THE TRUTH? A) -There IS no truth- WHAT IS OUR COMPANIES BEST KEPT SECRET? We are not actually a company, but a deeply religious sectarian cult aspiring towards global domination, through the exploration of the uncharted memesphere, the production of meme viruses, and the gentle sequestering of unsuspecting initiates. Only the most promising of initiate "potentials" are let in on the secret, and only then when it is too late for them to turn back. We believe in reality hacking, gaming and subscribe sanctimoniously to a plethora of "temporary gods", as well as some big arse hairy permanent ones, such as "Bob", Mrs Jones, and Nicky 6. While we take no responsibility for the construction, appropriation, sacking or acquittal of any of our many constantly fluxing demi-gods,practices, or sister cults, only the most devout are written into scripture. Such as The Saturdays. We reserve the right to change our mind on anything, at any time, without written notice. We are committed to willfully inducing our higher state of PERPETUAL SLACK through stupidity, humour, looking after our bodies, and UNK. GAMING. GAMING IS USED TO HELP FINE TUNE AND DEVELOP THE SKILLS OF REALITY HACKERS Though not compulsory, we violently force initiates to create and adopt a TYLERCIDE. A Tylercide is a fully real self induced alter ego comprising of all the things we'd like to be, or keep meaning to be...to build a fully functional cartoon super warrior of ourselves with unforgivably cool hair. A* tylerside is then injected into a Scoobyworld. Dense scoobyworlds can be built up between Gamers. Characters may have super powers, such as telekinesis, phycisism, telepathy, and blinding charisma. They may have magic props such as wands, flutes and lap tops, As well as kitch catch phrases and signature outfits. Gamers are capable of switching their tylersides on or off to suit. and can come in and out of scoobyworld as they need to. (Scooby world is a term used for 'younger' initiates to make the Matrix seem not so so scary) BEGINNERS are briefed to fully understand that Scoobyworld is fully imaginary and is used only to develop hacking skills, help conceptualise new mental frontiers, and as light comic relief to the sinister nature of their day jobs in the REAL world, kissing ass for the man. INTERMEDIATE GAMERS- Understand that Scoobyworld is as "REAL" as "THE REAL WORLD" ADVANCED GAMERS know that Scoobyworld is fully REAL, "THE REAL WORLD" is fully IMAGINARY, and that BOTH are only used as light comic relief to the sinister nature of their dangerous but exciting and terribly funny day jobs- hacking the matrix. (YOGIS get captured by the secret police. This is what "actually happened" when we told fellow gamers and wrote it into scripture that spiritually ascended reality hack "Master Bing" turned into a orb of white light and simply dissappeared.) THE HIGHEST SPIRITUAL ASCENDANT of THE GAMERS is "Master Bing" who disappeared late in the year 00 shortly after turning into an orb of white light and mumbling something about... -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- *WE are aware that too long spent in the tylerside can result in split personality disorder and permanent brain damage, therefore we take no responsibility. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Cult initiates understand that a word is fully a virus. WORD. -----------
Gamers understand that a word is fully a virus. Gamers understand that a word serves as a MARKER to navigate the memesphere. WORD MAPPING is a teqnique used by gamers to explore the uncharted memesphere, discover and identify xisting patterns and phenomena and give them descriptions. Gamers then use these descriptions to navigate a course further into the uncharted memesphere, discover and identify existing patterns and phenomena and give them descriptions. Gamers then use these descriptions to navigate a course further into the uncharted memesphere... Through word mapping MARKERS are placed in THE CODE The primary produce of Word Mappers are WORDS, both discovered and appropriated. The primary goal of a Word Mapper is to greater understand the memeshere, discover meme portals and create and programme both single celled(word) and complex thought viruses. We aim towards creating a Thought Spasm OUT THERE. We also play that question game in Rosenkranz and Gildestine. And sudoku. Some examples of words stolen, appropriated or created by Word Mappers and used to navigate the Memesphere.
Slack.
The Code
The Grid
The Matrix
Meme-
Meme Portal.
Memesphere. Memesystem.
The Hologram effect.
Word Physics.
Memplates.
Thought virus.
Thought Spasm.
Blip.
Reality hacking.
*Word mapping.
Out there.
Bob.
Mrs Jones.
Glitch,
The Glitch.
Truth.
Thought art
True journalism
Grassers
Cybers
Bleep
AND MUCH MUCH MORE. THIS LIST WILL BE AN EVER EXPANDING ESCORT ON OUR JOURNEY INTO THE MEMESPHERE AND BEYOND!!! Markers which desperately need to be picked apart, mutated, expanded, specifed, and resurrected in new forms.
Revolution.
Save the World.
Good.
Love.
Chaos.
Note: IT IS NOT uncommon for gamers to adopt a* tylerside while word mapping.
*1 (it is not OUR tylerside. Remember nothing is OURS on tylerside. WE don't EXIST in the tylerside. On Tylerside, everything belongs to Tyler. Therere it is A tylerside or the tylerside.)
'You are travelling around a country and then you find a place you really like where you can do heaps of things and the people are cool and you can stay at this house for free, so you think youll stay a week, which turns into a forntight, which turns into three weeks and then a month, and every day you're like "i'll leave tomorrow for SURE"! but then another party, another joint, another gig later and you're back at square one. After a while you start doubting you're ever going to leave but you're running out of money and instead of doing all the cool things this city offers you find yourself on the couch all day smoking joints and hating yourself for not leaving and not doing anything. So then you finally are about to leave and someone wants to start a band with you. And the people at the house who you thought by now were sure to hate you, are so used to you being there and not ever leaving that they tell you not to leave as you are now part of the dynamic. Which turns you into this sort of anti-slack-hero who's popular for not doing anything and hating yourself. which is kinda cool.. but you really gotta leave. But this rut is just so comfortable, and you're too stoned to leave today.. thats it, you'll leave tomorrow for sure.'
I LOVE Garage Rock! Especially authentic old school Garage rock. It's the twang and jangle of the guitar, the suits, the fresh and timeless melodies and the absolute ruckus that does it for me. There are a few bands doing it well these days, like Thee Oh Sees and The Black Lips, but today I'm gonna post some of my fave youtube garage clips!
They're playing by a pool! Check out the fat guitarist and his solo!
