Camille Paglia is a smart woman. I may not agree with everything she says, she sums up what she feels wonderfully, and the quote on gina’s LJ is something I do agree with.
Monthly Archives: October 2000
in other news.
I went to see Dr. T and the Women (which *really* sounds like a ’70s porno movie to me) Wow. What a tragic, horrible, evil bunch of people. I could only sympathize with one character… the rest were so colossally screwed up in the head that it made me dizzy. But that was the total attraction of the movie! A total social train-wreck, it raised my sense of uncomfortableness (uh, is that a word? well, it is now. ) to great heights. Scary representation of people, women of the south in particular. Amazing shots in the ob/gyn office, especially… pretty true to life, judging on the few times I’ve been there. (Not for myself, sillies.)
tom Jones…
Nashatagot me in the mood for some groovy tom Jones music, so I fired up the audiognome (a napster/napigator type gizmo) and grabbed a few. *whee!* Ever so much fun. Thanks to whomever posted the link to that location, I think it was JennyLee.
I’m in a wacky linky mood. Have another spiral!
Red!
Anyhow, I went and looked to see where TJ was performing at Pollstar and sadly, he’s strictly vegas, california, and the UK for the immediate future. Anyone want to go with me out to the city of lights to see him perform, and maybe do a tour of the city of sin? (I’m not a gambler… who knows what I’d do out there… see the shows, eat buffetts, and visit my pal ramscan, I suppose.)
He heads to Europe on 10/29, so we don’t have much time. I can spring for continental plane tickets, but that’s about it.
In other news, bought Newton a new toy, that makes ‘krinkle’ noises, and is filled with ‘nip. He’s in love with it. 🙂 Looks like a psychedelic spider! The bug on the lower right side of the page.
All for now, off to chase the furball.
Dogma.
Here’s what I’m watching tonight….One of my fave flicks.

Just for your reference, in the US.
Corporations that have donated at least $500,000 to both Gore and Bush
[Source: Jim Hightower]
AT&T
Philip Morris
Amer Financial Group
Microsoft
Atlantic Richfield Co.
SBC Communications
Enron
Mirage Resorts
Federal Express
Citigroup
Amer Airlines
Bell Atlantic
Anheuser-Busch
Limited Inc.
Pfizer
Rite Aid
Schering-Plough
BellSouth
Joseph E. Seagram & Sons
Bristol-Myers Squibb
Union Pacific
Blue Cross & Blue
Shield
MBNA Corp
America Online
Amer Intl Group
MCI Worldcom
Ernst & Young
Circus Circus
Enterprises
Sprint
AFLAC
Time Warner
Boeing
Prudential Insurance
Ocean Spray Cranberries
Paine Webber
MGM Grand
Archer Daniels Midland
Walt Disney
Coca-Cola
Flo-Sun Sugar Co.
Lockheed Martin
Intl. Game Technology
United Airlines
Oracle
Exxon Mobil
United Technologies
US West
Pacific Gas & Electric
Upjohn
Owens Corning
Chevron
Park Place
Entertainment
Bacardi Martini USA
Boston Capital Partners
Eli Lilly & Co.
Georgia-Pacific
Amer Home Products
Amer Express
Bechtel Group
Loews Corp
Sunoco
General Electric
Northern Telecom
General Dynamics
New York Life Insurance
United HealthCare
Now, folks, who do you think will win the election? Or does it really matter a damn?
Robert Anton Wilson, my Hero.
The Magick of Language
We never experience “thoughts,” “feelings,” “perceptions,” “intuitions,” “sensations,” “body symptoms.” etc. We invent those categories after the fact. What we experience, nanosecond by nanosecond, consists of continuous reactions of the organism-as-whole to the environment-as-a-whole, including incoming verbal signals from others in the same predicament. These incoming verbal signals also produce in us reactions of the organism-as-a-whole sometimes culminating in a return signal.
That much seems simple neurobiological savvy.
But suppose I point a shamanic death-bone at you and recite a curse? Or utter a Magick Word that alarms and threatens you as much as a simple “fuck” threatens simple Methodists? We never “know” organismically all that we know theoretically. Parts of us remain simian, childish, inertial, mechanical etc.
Illustration: Consciously and will-fully remind yourself that you can tell the difference between a “movie” and “real life.” Then go to see the latest ketchup-splattered horror/slasher classic and pay attention to how many times the director magically tricks you into real gasps, internal or overt cringe-reflexes, , dry mouth, clutching [seat-rails, coke can, companion’s arm etc.] or other symptoms of minor but real [polygraph-diagnosable] anxiety and short-term near-panic, sometimes verging on vomit-reflex.
Illustration #2: With the same conscious and will-full reminders about the difference between “movies” and “real life,” attend a hard-core XXX porno flick. Observe how long it takes before physiological responses indicate that parts of you at least have lost track of that distinction.
None of this represents trivial cases only. The role of magick in all language transactions has very concrete and exhilarating/terrifying implications; viz.
Well-documented case of a man literally killed by a shaman’s curse and a “death-bone” — The Psychobiology of Mind-Body Healing, by Ernest Lawrence Rossi, Norton, 1988, page 9-12.
Equally well-documented case of another man, a cancer patient, “miraculously” blessed by remission and recovery due to a placebo [with tumors shrunk to half their previous size], then cursed back into critical condition when learning of deaths of others receiving the same placebo — same book, page 3-8.
Whoever speaks a sentence to another human may pronounce a blessing or a curse without even intending this.
Remember this the next time you get angry.
home again!
This Entry brought to you in Hypno-vision!
Went to see the ladies’ man… and I found it entertaining. Some unusual cameos, and Billie Dee Williams is still smooth as silk. I want him to be my narrative bartender. The crossdressing part in the preview was nowhere to be seen… and I’m glad that Hillary form fresh prince aged so well.
Now I’m in, and enjoying a good surf. 555-1212.com is pretty neato, the reverse lookups are very functional and quite useful, when combined with the whois server. I can find the home or business address of just about anyone with a website. 🙂 I bet a lot of folks can get stalked that way… so be nice.
DADA IS NOT DEAD
WATCH YOUR OVERCOAT
on-line, and at the mall. :)
a flash back to a few months ago…hard to type on the horriblemembrane keyboard here. went for mywalk, and stopped when I hit the mall….use the info kiosk here you update my lj, and check for movie times. what fun! a beautiful day out… I’m off again! a more complete entry later.
bedtime!
I’ve got my slurpee. My Kitty, and a warm bed waiting for me.
thanks to the swell folks who kept me company today!
gnite!
I’m outie.
Taking a stroll down the beach before bed. Happy Birthday sweetalyssm!!!
more to follow upon waking. 🙂 Newt says ‘nite too!
Why Bears?
From Ghost dog….
Bears
A solitary animal, adaptable to all climates, terrain, and food. In groups will share food in abundance, and is a formidable adversary despite a lack of predatory instincts. If he or his group is injured or threatened, he will fight and kill with great ferocity, but is generally a peaceful, docile creature. In ancient cultures, bears were considered equals to men.
Friday!
Not a payday, but the lead-in to the weekend.
found a few job options I didn’t have a week ago, including reference librarian. 🙂 A great gig, form what I remember… only downside was the “playing the game” aspect of internal politics. I can get around that, if need be, but that’ll be the biggest downside. Upside of that job is that it’ll have built-in buddies form another state! How neat.
Options stand as – Denver, Flagstaff, Yorktown, and Seattle, for out of state moves. In state has a tighter ring as Tampa, Orlando, or Ft. Lauderdale appear as more local possibilities. I certainly would prefer to work in an industry that I think is a positive impact, or at least doesn’t bother folks, like a library. Some of my other potential jobs aren’t as kind, but will be taken as a matter of money, possibly. Shooting for more internal joy, though. I don’t want to work in advertising or any of the ‘vice’ fields anymore… just sort of slimy at the core. I’ve done websites for adult industry stuff and worked at an advertising company… both just left me feeling clammy.
A pity that there’s no financial reward in working for charities… plenty of personal rewards, but hard to pay rent, and live on 17k a year doing programming for PETA, Women in Distress, or St. Vincent’s. something middle of the road, like a R&D firm for technology, or a like field.
on a lighter note – JennyLee pointed this out, and i just have to pass it on.
1-800-888-3999
Call this number, wait for the menu to go through to seven, and then press 7.
*I am dying* Bwah-ha ha!!!
hey!
What the devil am I doing up this late? I’ve got to go to work in a few hours!
G’nite!
new test! (for me, anyhow.)
Nashata pointed me in this Direction, and I’m a white knight!
Here’s what I got. Your distinct personality, The White Knight, might be found in most of the thriving kingdoms of the time. Don Quixote was a White Knight as was Joan of Arc, the Lone Ranger and Crusader Rabbit. As a White Knight you expect nothing in return for your good deeds. You are one of the true “Givers” of the world. You are the anonymous philanthropist who shares your wealth, your time and your life with others. To give, is its own reward and as a White Knight you seek no other. On the positive side you are merciful, sympathetic, helpful, giving and heroic. On the negative side you may be impulsively decisive, sentimental and misdirected. Interestingly, your preference is just as applicable in today’s corporate kingdoms.
a flash of memory
Does anyone else remember the Computer game Syndicate Wars, in particular the open cut-scene?
The background was roughly that every human worker had a chip implanted in their brain that caused them to see everything as right, bright and happy. The syndicate agents don’t have the chips, and operate in reality, where a powerful religious movement is running around deactivating people’s chips and causing all sorts of disruption. The character in the into is walking down a pleasant city small-town street, the sun is shining, the birds are singing and Mr Policeman is is smiling at him, wishing him a good day.
Then his chip is deactivated.
The sky darkens, the small puffy white clouds stretching out to a perpetual fog. The building shoot up into massive skyscrapers, dirt and grime running down their sides. The bird song turns out to be the noise of the city. The policeman isn’t wishing him a good day, he’s telling him to move on. And he definitely wasn’t carrying an assault rifle before the change.
The actual game dealt more with blowing things up than it did with philosophy, but it was a keen background.
“There are ranks and orders. There are faces at every window. Just be thankful they didn’t send the Men in Mauve.”
— Grant Morrison, “Doom Patrol”