alternatetheory

you want to lulz, but...

but you can't. until later on at night, when you suddenly grimace, guffaw, and shake your head. this is just about the most messed up thing ever, and you HAVE TO SEE IT.

comix r gud 4 u

not so good if you prefer taking things seriously.

insert quarter and press start. your rocket ship will appear.

nader khalili, died at 71

frickin genius. invented whole new kinds of houses. like the one i'm building.

if i wasn't on the list before, i surely am now...

if bush manages to attack iran, or pulls off another "terrorist attack," i'm not sure now whether to head for the streets or the hills...

8 million targeted for "detention," in case of emergency

elementality

been thinking a lot about water lately.

which is unusual for me, i've always felt sortof estranged from water -

now don't go tinking i take "the four elements" too seriously, but they are a somewhat useful metaphor.

anyways, here i goes wit the superstition...

so i'm a gemini, an air sign, and i'm an very much a gemini, and airy, spacey, flighty, wordy and intellectual to a fault (it really can be). i identify so thoroughly with air, that i don't actually give it much consideration. it's like air is everywhere and invisible. (haha)

i consciously identify much more with stone (relevant tangent: anyone who's ever worked with earth/soil knows taht it's composed of air and water and life force, and so is not appropriate for use as the fourth co-equal element. if anything, "earth" is the ultimate meta-element ((as spirit is frequently used)), whereas Stone is clearly more fundamental/elemental.) i am largely a materialist. i'm ALSO a spiritualist/transcendentalist, but by and large, i think about the material and weighty issues, like food, water, tornadoes and germs.

so thats 2 of the 4.

fire we can skim over fairly quickly, it's obvious, beautiful, fascinating, and destructive. ok.

but water, i've always felt sortof estranged from. i didn't get it. i didn't see the connection to the feminine, and i'm freaking scared of the ocean. it's just too damn big. also, it's tried to kill me a couple times (or in any case, there have been a couple cases where it was nearly the instrument of my death).

but lately, every time i see water flow, i'm just astounded. i mean, it's perfect.

which it is. on an elemental level, you can watch it's flow, it's dynamism, and it's the same it's always been, moving and changing according to the same EXTREMELY simple rules it always has, like a perfect little microcosm of every example of flux.

it's so fucking reliable. but more relevant to it's aesthetic appeal is that it's so visible. air is dynamic and fascinating, but is, as i mentioned, invisible. water is shiny, mirrored, translucent - it is visible while simultaneously distorting the surfaces beneath it and above it.

all this to say, every time you look at water flowing, you're looking at a visible representation of perfection in change, a fractal representation of change in every medium, an active statement of the simple harmony of nature and the interplay natural forces.

i know you don't need to see this, but...

mccain is a fucking moron LIAR shitheel douchbag scrote-face.

the house site.

no comment frickin necessary

via andrea

semi free writing on love

so yeah, most of my philosophy/ies tend to find root in greg egan books. this one is no different. the reference source for this is egan's book distress.

anyways, in this book, there is developed the true Theory Of Everything (toe). and by various plot peregrinations, this ordinary guy, this reporter, is the very first to see it/read it/ understand it (it's true author and the physicst responsible had been killed pre-completion, so it was finished by her semi-intelligent computer, and emailed out).

so he's sitting there, reading it, the first mind to utterly understand the universe, and he sees taht the universe was actually all building up to this moment, that this is that transdimensional hyperspatial attractor at the end of time, that he was the chronosynclastic infandibulum, and that while all time had to exist for this moment, it didn't have to exist AFTER this moment. reality began to dissolve into abstract solipsistic mathematics.

but then he wondered, sure i can grok the whole fucking universe, so who's to say i can't explain into existence the Other? ANY other? any single other person?

which he does. and thus, saves the world. or anyways, the future.

and to bring this back around to love, this is sortof how i see the whole universe. cuz omniscience is boring. for an omniscient being there would be no novelty, no curiosity, nothing at all to be interested in. omniscience is endless tautology, combined with xeno's paradox. it's an infinite assertion "I am" without an "I am Not," which sums up to 1=1. this doesn't achieve the magic of arithmetic, it's pure omphaloskepsy from the transparent eyeball.

which is the why and how of the universe, the Other is the reason for the universe, because the Strongly Godlike wanted some freaking mystery in life, AND because WITHOUT the other, the whole thing just flies apart into introspection and math.

love is literally the glue of the cosmos. without that fascination with the like-me-but-not-me, there's just nothing to see, nothing to look for, nothing to get up for in the morning for any entity.

so yeah, it's the best thing in the world. it's not the only thing, but it's damn close. and, even above and beyond self-interest, self-preservation and hedonism, it is the reason we ALL get up in the morning, whatever we tell ourselves. it is the reason for environmentalism, for politics and the reason you go to work. to make the world a better place for love, to make more room in your life for love. to make sure love has a chance in this crazy, mixed-up world.

so stop kidding yourself.

go get 'em, tiger.