Month: February 2022

Another Post About Peace

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It’s absurd that war is just “declared,” whereas peace requires “negotiation.”

Peace, for some reason, always requires a “process.”

Sometimes you have to “sue” for peace. Taking someone to court, in a way, makes you an aggressor, so, in a way, litigating the end of a war turns aggressors into defendants, and defenders into plaintiffs.

Once achieved, of course, peace becomes “fragile,” as though war is the default state.

Peace as rhetoric becomes defined as an absence of war. 

War brings “fog.” Peace requires a “roadmap.”

For most of recorded human history, peace is the space between wars. Peace interrupts war.

“Resting in peace” means you’re dead. So, then, “resting in war” must mean you’re alive.

Peace is passive; war is active.

War plans.
War schemes.
War seduces.

War’s seduction is erotic, from the network-news money-shot first-strike explosion, to the post-war economic “stimulation” (war is how to have your Keynes and eat it, too). For many a freewheeling government (democratic or otherwise), war solves way more political problems than it creates.

Not only does war eliminate “enemies,” it staves off (or pulls a country out of) recessions and depressions, advances technology at hyper-speed, and offers convenient good v. evil rhetoric to use as a cudgel to keep people on board with state-sanctioned violence.

As a cherry on top, war coddles despotic daydreams to burn enemy firehouses.

War abstracts the world beyond war. War commands your full attention, whether you’re in the middle of it or just rubbernecking on Twitter. War survives because the idea of it – a total and final way to get your way – is alluring enough to risk its destructive reality and wanton abandonment of one’s humanity.

Taking its cue from evolution of the fittest, war is the mosquito of human folly. It always ruins a good time, in the backyard, say, or at the beach, or by the pool.…

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Rainbow Needle / Tennis Thread


Words are my thread; music is my needle

I haven’t written too much on the internet in the last few years because I am afraid of what…

  • …was
  • …wasn’t
  • …will be
  • …is

This internal poll will be open for the rest of eternity, or until eternity runs out of time, power, or storage

To run out of storage is to run out of time. More storage means more memory, so more memories for your future feeds. The future opens ever wider with every cloud upgrade.

I had a colonoscopy yesterday. Lol if anesthesiologists didn’t exist.

To cede control of consciousness is the highest level of trust and faith.

Two other operations in my life required me to go unconscious: In 1987, I had all four wisdom teeth pulled, and in 2006, hip surgery saw an orthopedic surgeon remove a pelvic bone fragment that was shredding my right hip joint.

I didn’t know what to expect in 1987. Pretty sure the knockout drip was Demerol. I recall making it to 7 after being asked to countdown from 10, then waking up with chipmunk cheeks.

In 2006, the anesthesiologist for the hip surgery didn’t even bother to dare me to count down to zero. He just laughed, and said, “You’re under.” The last thing I saw, just off the inside of my right foot, was a winch with a big crank on top. Being pushed towards my foot. When I awoke in recovery, the surgeon handed me a sealed biohazard bag to let me see and feel, through the plastic, the bone fragment he extracted.

Those few seconds floating away under anesthesia, at the hypnogogic point of no return, where you’ve given away conscious hold on life, are terrifying in concept, but quite peaceful in execution. You are strapped in as the Space Mountain coaster climbs into darkness.…

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metaphor / material

I have quite a bit of fun losing tennis matches as long as I take a ton of risks

Lol to outlaw screenshotting is a subset of outlawing memory.

Every day, there are fewer and fewer tools for journalists to map political and social accountability, and for citizens to map journalistic accountability

“On the record” is meaningless in an age of constant re-issues and re-masters

Eventually context clicking (especially “save as…” or “delete” or “share”) will require two-factor authentication, and maybe even permission

One raging meta-battle now pits those who see everyone’s reality as parallel, against those who see everyone’s reality as intersecting

A corollary current meta-battle pits those who see reality as metaphor against those who see reality as material

A Brooklyn bus stop sign around the corner from me used to warn of impending arrivals and display estimated times to the next bus. It was eviscerated sometime last Spring, a victim of gutter-dining shed construction directly below. Walking underneath the compromised sign for almost a year, one wonders if no one notices the sign’s condition because no one ever used it? New Yorkers are infamous for not looking up as they city-walk up and down the avenues, so for sure a fair number of people passing by everyday wouldn’t even know.

The most curious (and perhaps dystopian) aspect of the sign is that it appears to still work. The LEDs inside continue to blink in patterns, and so one can assume the sign still communicates with an MTA CPU at headquarters. If the sign has no idea, however, how to explain to the network that it’s been flayed and rendered unusable to humans, a mainframe will ping it all day and believe it’s functioning fine.

Perhaps reality is metaphor and material all at once…

NYC’s been broke before, but now it’s broken

hand-cranked thoughts 20220215

A society run on batteries is kinda non-biodegradable, yes?

In due course, billions of bricked iPhones will need to be shot into space

At some point, everything will be hand-cranked
lol the hand-cranked car was the future

Is half-baked… a moment of potential or decay?
No one ever says they’re “half-baked” as the drugs kick in. Understandable, since how do you ever know where 1/2way-high is?

Then again, no one ever says, “haha, I’m still half-baked,” as the drugs wear off on the way down, even though it’s probably a pretty identifiable moment

And only in retrospect, can you know the exact moment of your mid-life (i.e., “half-dead”).

On plug-in, “rechargeable” batteries are not reanimated, so much as repaired. The power that sustains a rechargable battery is also that which saps its life force. Every charge brings diminished capacity until a battery has no memory of itself as a power source

Rechargeable is a subset of disposable

Also LOL any battery plugged into a power system entices that system to draw power from the battery. So, rechargeable batteries have to work extra hard to draw and retain power from a system whose very goal, profitability, and existence depend upon electronic devices not retaining any power

I haven’t worn a graphic T-shirt since last September. It’s been solids, with the occasional stripe.

Walking Luna today, I saw three people sneeze into their masks. Is there some benefit to that that I don’t know?

All kids are a product of sex. But not every kid is a product of love. This does not imply the latter kids are unloved; only that they were conceived via unhealthy unions.

lol the true American political battle right now is between those who believe the country is a product of sex, and those who believe the United States is a product of love

Children as products of two people, in-love or otherwise, will be an outmoded concept when creating people is outsourced to efficient and innovative brands in the life-design space.…

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Challenge The Thought

all strains of a virus begin life as a variant.
Not all variants, however, become new strains

so it is with intelligence as with disease

all intelligence begins life as a thought exercise
not all thought exercises, however, become intelligence

The true epidemic of covid19 is to be overwhelmed by absolute certainty

Joe Rogan is a thought exercise in existential uncertainties, rendered in flesh

Canceling comedians is, in effect, an attempt to cancel laughter, and to shame those laughing.

Canceling teachers, however, is arguably more dangerous than attacking performers, because teachers’ end users are young adults under development. Just ask Stephen Kershnar, SUNY Fredonia Philosophy Professor .

Upstream, to cancel a teacher is to cancel learning; to cancel ways of thinking…

Would you rather a world without laughter, or a world without learning?

If nobody thinks, does anybody laugh?

If nobody laughs, does anybody learning?

Prof. Kershnar’s seminar comprised radical thought exercises, wherein a student wrestled with their conscience. The aim of undergraduate college is not to inculcate young adults with facts, but rather to define ethics and morality, in whatever discipline they pursue. Prof. Kershnar’s work was of the highest academic value.

Challenging yourself to believe and argue for something you would never morally believe or ethically act on, is a great way to find out what makes you you. And an almost foolproof way to deepen empathy and lessen cynicism. Academic settings are perhaps the safest and most productive places to engage in existential reflection.

Academic “freedom” is also to protect the most dangerous ideas, in order to scrutinize them

Imagine a dangerous virus laboratory, except instead of keeping smallpox in cold-storage, the lab stores and studies the complete range of human thoughts and ideas – from the most advancing to the most infernal…

That’s a university.

When we wrestle with our conscience, what is on the other side of that argument except that part of us that is built to dehumanize?…

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Freedom of Silence

Why silence anyone, lest we’re ok silencing ourselves as an unintended consequence?

There should be, however, a corollary right to free speech that confers the right to silent spaces.

Freedom of speech = freedom from speech

i.e., Freedom of Silence

Random 20220205

social media comprises self-selecting containment zones

virologist ≠ epidemiologist

some body = some bot-ty

The apocalypse is now only one short-sale away

Everyone is redeemable or no one is redeemable – Anywhere in between, someone (or some algorithm) will need to play god

i can never remember the time in australia

but I’m getting better at it

i always, to a point, play the dumbest possible person on Help lines & chats – why reach out for help if you think you know the answer?

All federal/state/city elected politicians should earn the average salary of the poorest US congressional district, with no benefits beyond a basic HMO with a $5000 family deductible. No pension. No fundraising. Everyone gets the same amount to run

At the same time, elected officials who earn enough can choose to ward off their being bought off-

What if we only elect people who don’t need the money?

Can you imagine how paranoid being President might make someone? That is one conspicuous capital “P.”

“Why can’t we discuss this in a reputable journal? I do not want to resort to an open exchange on Twitter.”
– Internet Comment, 20220119

 

#stoprightthere

a running list of useless phrases and rhetorical filler

I will say this…
I think that…
You know, it’s funny…
The funny thing is…
In my opinion…
Let me be clear…
Let me be perfectly clear…
Just so we’re clear…
I honestly think…
…literally…
I believe that…
In my view…
Personally, I…
I personally think…
I personally believe…
In my world…
In a perfect world…
I mean,…
I deeply believe…
I firmly believe…
My personal theory is…
If you want my take, I…
I’m no expert, but…
I don’t know about that, but…
I have an opinion that is probably controversial…
I don’t know him personally, but…
I’ve never been there, but…
I’ve never had to experience that, but…
I cannot emphasize enough…
It’s obvious that…
I’m pretty sure…
Here’s the thing…
I obviously think…
Truth be told,…
It goes without saying…
This is textbook ________ …
You know what I mean?
In my opinion
In my honest opinion…
In my humble opinion…
Honestly…
To tell you the truth…
In my mind…
… absolutely…
For me in particular…
There’s no doubt in my mind…
…, in my estimation,…
If you’re asking ask me…
Know what I think?…
Part of me thinks…
The unthinkable just happened…
It stands to reason…
According to my understanding…
As i understand it…
According to what I’ve read…
Experts say…

These phrases, however, are absolved of the crime, because they’re fun. :^D
Guess what?
You know what?

The Opposite of Love

The opposite of love is not hate, but indifference

Indifference, fwiw, is also the opposite of hate

From indifference’s POV, love and hate are, in effect, the same emotion. They converge in equivalent affect.
Objects of love and hate can feel equally asphyxiated, while sustained acts of hating or loving can require equal obsessive compulsion.

Upstream, love and hate are limitless, infinite emotions.

It is possible to love everything and everyone, as it is also possible to hate everything and everyone. 
Including yourself, or even excepting yourself.

We need to resist the destructive notions that there is a fixed amount of love in the universe, that there are limits to loving, that every smile comes at the expense of someone else’s joy. At the very least, let’s avoid fatalism.