he & He

They say the greatest victory Satan has had is in making us think he doesn't exist.  True...to an extent.  But I prefer to think his greatest victory to date has been not only in making us disbelieve in his existence, but more in gradually making him God; i.e. having him see and know us on virtually every street, in every building, every room, through every TV and computer.  In other words, Electronically Everywhere.  In other words, Omnipresent, omniscient! And Omnipotent - after all, Knowledge is Power!!?!...

Oh, to hell with it -- I'm in!!?!
 (Amen.)

Over the Long Haul

Over the long haul

it will less likely be the boulder
falling on your shoulder

than the pebble
in your shoe

that does you in.

Pickaninny Poo Bah

If one was to trip this electric station here in town, the poor saps cryogenically frozen would start to thaw.

"This isn't a bad thing to do, " thought Mickey, yanking the cryo cords, escaping, and taking his Walt back to the cave outside Disney World.

"I don't know if he'd make such a good President now, though, anymore..."

It's funny.  He wears this thing.  A little thing, like a contact lens.  When's he's 'doing his business' and 'conducting his affairs' (Don't shit where you screw!?) on-line, or on the john, he looks like he's entranced in REM sleep.  Maybe more of these things get around after the War (yeehaw(!)),  they'll  need  an even newer and bigger kind of power station, ironically; like a great lighthouse, like a sentinel to all the World, (and what's left of the world inside behind the lenses).  We'll be REM 'Lookers', so to speak. And with all the advances in cosmetic surgery & programmed morality, we'll probably ALL be 'Good Lookers', too.

Speculative Frag

The strange sky was like a moon might be coming us visiting living and dead.

Below the sun seemed lost.  We turned our eyes and dropped down into the gulf of earth came a baby on the tip. The earth. The earth was not used to new.  Irked the sight of the shadowy men there.  The sight of the inflamed them.  The men were of lost souls, any messiahs mess up the party.  Would keep the unwanted out.  Kill they wanted to.  Easy.

One over to the prong, glanced baby strongly, grabbed a leg and took it.  He carried it in this  over nearer to house turned off toward a pine tree.  Some of the others and he wished there were more.  He gathered up the baby a little, then swung it hard as he could into the pine tree bark.  Strangely that hard of a swing should have made it die.  Did it again time the crying blood on its face.  But wasn=t crying out of pain, man realized, tightening.  Was of some deeper place this time a bit, taking the leg up, swing harder.  Damned if he - yeah, was smirked at, laughed at little.  Enough.  Swung back, carried through, swung the child with all into the tree.  And a Awhack with the shock.  He - he looked at it.  Was crushed, everywhere, but this was Earth afterall, and nobody outside.  And he was a good man for doing his duty, slaps on his back coming through, and the thing from a living mess even though should dead, and couldn’t=t figure it why.  Wasn=t a thing in the flesh this was something else.  Real.  Thoughts came in, too fast to separate.  And then - what if everyone could see it.   Ooohh, wouldn’t that be for the good of the Damned?  Dangerous, then.  Dangerous for too much.  Have to see.  All have to see a little.  Didn’t know what we yet... 

(cont'd at a later date)

Lux Aeternae (?)

Yeah, it's been a while since the last bender, errr, I mean posting, but who cares, I'm back in the balcony, watchin' the Show...

Science fiction's worth is found in the way it explains our times to us in a different light.  At its best, it can be  magical, at it's worst painful; and either way, the quality of the writing is always adolescent.  Seriously - one hears about the great Philip K. Dick - and as fas as writing goes , the dick stops there.  He's an awful writer.  Asimov, the most prolific science fiction writer should perhaps have been more concerned about his thinning skin than his fecundity- I mean, really, what science fiction writer in their own right mind writes a big book about Shakespeare?  Shakespeare??  It's as ridiculous to me as if some mechanical engineer proficient in CAD decided he would just go up one day and illustrate the local Church's ceiling, like a latter day Michelangelo, thinking it would be just as good as the Sistine Chapel.  (It stinks of astronomical vanity, Mr Asimov!)

But there are transcendent experiences in sci fi - one of my favorites is, in fact, in a story by Mr. Asimov and it is called "Nightfall".  A world with a few suns, so it never knows darkness.  And, since it has been darkness-free, there should be no reasons to head the warnings of the world's Prophet, who warns of a coming darkness, as he has read in the ancient scriptures - a total darkness, where all the suns will turn away and leave the planet lost - again.  Anyways  - no one believes the Prophet.  The darkness falls.  The world goes into panic, hysterically afraid of the darkness, and they do  what they can only do to regain the light. They burn everything - set everything wildly ablaze!?.  And the Prophet watches this all from his balcony, kicked back, munching on popcorn, chuckling to himself warmly. Heehee. (Just kidding).

But to play the part of Asimov's Prophet I do think we live in "the Light" of electricity a little much, and our reliance grows.  Where would we be without electricity?  I mean, full out all out loss of electricity lasting weeks or months or more. Pioneer time, but a hell of a lot more people.  The  riots and  lawlessness would flood the world.  What to do? I've thought - buy a gun.  But how could I ever have enough bullets, esp. if confronted by a mob?  It would be like "Lord of the Flies".

Cell phones might mitigate things until their batteries ran out.  Generators could help to an extent, if they haven't blown in the first place when the electricity was lost.  What about we have mini generators connected to stationary bikes that store energy in batteries which we can then plug in for a few minutes of telephone or computer usage.  But what about heat?  Especially if this happens during the winter?  Burn!! I say, BURN everything!  We'll start over tomorrow!?  Yee haw hallejuhah!??!  Let's all go down tonight!  Outta sight!?

Sci---Fromage...

Hey,

I've been listening to men and women now for about 10 minutes, internationally-speaking, and I've come to the conclusion, in my room, here in this city that nothing is going to happen for Mayan Cosmogenisis.

And, then, maybe, something will happen.   Technology precedes us - we are, in our orbital ken, seers only as far as our technology permits us.  Nothing is real until it is verified through our technology. Einstein's Theory of Relativity was a great work of the mind, of theory, that had to wait til  after WWI, after verifying his predictions during a solar eclipse,  before everyone knew he was right.  Fascinating.  Do you know, if you travelled at the speed of light, things would seem normal inside your space capsule, but you would actually be frozen, living with no time, so that at that speed you could travel indefinitely, forever, never dying,visiting corners of the universe, visiting anywhere, eventually.

Take a 3-D big, square block of cheese.  Randomly carve out spherical Swiss-cheese-like lumps of various sizes from all over and inside the block (saying you could do this without destroying the block of cheese), and you'd have a model of pi- dimensional space.  In other words, a fractal area, slightly more than 3 dimensions, but less than 4.  What's the point?  I think the Universe has 3.1459 etc. dimensions.  I think there are three Euclidean dimensions - Length, Height and Depth - and one fractal dimension, Time.  I've seen images of fractals, and I think what I've seen of models with between 3 and 4 dimensions, is that, it seems to me anyway, that things have a sense about them with the Swiss-cheese picture of the Universe.  (Those spherical areas  are, I think, little round regions where planets and their orbital girth exist. What about the cheese itself? ->  The so-called "Dark Matter", taking up so much of the universe, but no one knowing what it actually is.  I would say, yes, that Dark Matter is the cheese.)  As I am the cheese.

Bad movie, that.  "I am the Cheese".  The script-writer worked for Disney. Not for long.  Nibble here a nibble there.  The meetings were killer - people getting hungry, mice getting roused - nothing for  hours, but a large man made of cheese, willing his co-workers to look away and stop drooling over his holes.

Do you know, we, today, almost have enough technology to measure acutely small vibrations in materials to the degree that we can identify words that were said somewhere hundreds of years ago?  Which is to say - our friend Cheese-boy - let's suppose he can't take the pressure of being Food to his co-workers,  - - Cheese-boy is now leaving the boardroom, sweating and worried -- a subject for conjecture along the lines of wondering why he left EXACTLY-> what was said to  him, who said it, etc  Nowadays, or soon anyways, forensic scientists would be able to analyse the body of Cheese-boy, and detect in it vibrations left by human speech, and actually go further to the point of determining what actually was said, and by who (by dint of pitch and volume).

For instance, "Heil Mickey!?" spoken by the CEO of Disney, during a meeting.  The surfaces of any solid object in this board room would vibrate, however microscopically, with the sound waves of that phrase travelling through the air and be left with a physical trace of that.  We can read these things today because the instruments are that delicate.  How long before they can map our thoughts out, across our lives, and charge us, fine-wise, everytime we have a negative thought/think things that are a little sinful or mildly criminal.  Passive thought control.  We'll be paying out of our noses.  In the future, I'm afraid to say - it seems so  anyway - that everything , including thought, will be Regulated...

...what I wouldn't give, at times, to be on a spaceship, heading out across the heavens at light speed heading on to where the Mayans live happily ever after...feeling One with the Universe...somewhere feeling one with the cheese...and so many passing planets...I am the Cheese!? I am Pi-Cheese!?!??!

I lik Jolie...

When she was younger, Angelia Jolie seemed like a dangerous person to know.  Brave. Yes. Rebellious.  Yes.  Tattooed to smithereens.  Yes.  Maybe gothic?  (A goth?  Yes. Maybe.  (A goth seems to me to be a hippy gone a little askew; a hippy of the underworld; a “survival of the fittest”, evolved, Morlock-like hippy. )   When she played Lisa Rowe, in “Girl, Interrupted”,  it was in some ways prescient, since the role served as almost an exorcism of the goth-ness in her , (a transformation which would take place over  the next few years); a symbolic exorcism culminating finally with her award and acceptance speech at the 1999 Oscars for Best Supporting Actress for her role in “Girl“ (incidentally, giving a strong and fair speech, extending a solid compliment to her father, Jon Voigt, with whom there had been palpable tension over an affair he had had at some point in the past).  Mrs. Jolie is  decidedly more normal now, in some ways, after becoming a mother, but I think a lot of the kick-ass attitude is still there under the surface.    One must only watch her movies over the last decade, chronicling an evolution from “goth girl”, up through the years, to our present, ”grounded –Goddess” stage, to realize that that kick-ass spark of her youth has not dimmed with age; Angelina Jolie has matured, yes, and is protective of that flame, which she must be as it guides her, O, yes! come Hell or high water, down her path less travelled by.