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RSA Animate - The Empathic Civilisation (via theRSAorg)

Tue, 25 Jan 2011 03:16:57 -0500

RSA Animate - The Empathic Civilisation (via theRSAorg)

Alan Moore reads from ‘Masks of the Illuminati’ at...

Sun, 02 Jan 2011 20:01:06 -0500

Alan Moore reads from ‘Masks of the Illuminati’ at the Robert Anton Wilson Memorial night in London, March 2007

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“…the first till last alshemist wrote over every square inch of the only foolscap...

Tue, 05 Oct 2010 16:44:54 -0400

“…the first till last alshemist wrote over every square inch of the only foolscap available, his own body, till by its corrosive sublimation one continuous present tense integument slowly unfolded all marryvoising moodmoulded cyclewheeling history (thereby, he said,
reflecting from his own individual person life unlivable,
transaccidentated through the slow fires of consciousness into a dividual chaos, perilous, potent, common to allflesh, human only, mortal) but with each word that would not pass away the squidself which he had squirtscreened from the crystalline world waned chagreenold and doriangrayer in its dudhud. This exists that isits after having been said we know.” - FW

RSA Animate - 21st century enlightenment (via theRSAorg)

Wed, 25 Aug 2010 23:16:38 -0400

RSA Animate - 21st century enlightenment (via theRSAorg)

Robert Anton Wilson On The Acceleration To 2012 (via...

Thu, 12 Aug 2010 16:19:42 -0400

Robert Anton Wilson On The Acceleration To 2012 (via nearing2012)

RSA Animate - First as Tragedy, Then as Farce (via theRSAorg)

Sun, 01 Aug 2010 14:39:37 -0400

RSA Animate - First as Tragedy, Then as Farce (via theRSAorg)

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Thu, 29 Jul 2010 01:11:30 -0400

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Where is the Ball? Do Not Adjust Your Mind.There Is A Fault In...

Tue, 06 Jul 2010 21:48:01 -0400

Where is the Ball? Do Not Adjust Your Mind.There Is A Fault In Reality.

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RSA Animate - Crises of Capitalism (via theRSAorg)

Mon, 05 Jul 2010 00:37:49 -0400

RSA Animate - Crises of Capitalism (via theRSAorg)

Marshall Mcluhan Playing Cards - a set on Flickr

Tue, 29 Jun 2010 00:03:06 -0400

Marshall Mcluhan Playing Cards - a set on Flickr

Levitation Physics (via kentchemistry)

Wed, 02 Jun 2010 01:44:19 -0400

Levitation Physics (via kentchemistry)

Homo Modernus, Tractatus Philosophicus (via Homomodernus)

Fri, 21 May 2010 03:20:10 -0400

Homo Modernus, Tractatus Philosophicus (via Homomodernus)

Chladni Singing (by meara o’reilly)

Sat, 15 May 2010 21:54:16 -0400

Chladni Singing (by meara o’reilly)

Implications of Textuality Timothy Morton

Thu, 13 May 2010 00:40:18 -0400

Implications of Textuality

Timothy Morton

Twenty Twelve Line Verses to ‘the tale of the tribe’...

Tue, 04 May 2010 15:45:21 -0400

Twenty Twelve Line Verses to ‘the tale of the tribe’ (v3.0)

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What Ever Happened to the Book? Finally, there is another path...

Tue, 04 May 2010 15:24:40 -0400

Finally, there is another path open for the literary text, one which refuses to ignore the medium that constitutes it, which embraces all of the ambiguity and multiplicity and liminality of hypertext. There have been numerous attempts at ‘hypertext fiction’; nearly all of them have been unreadable failures. But there is one text which stands apart, both because it anticipated our current predicament, and because it chose to embrace its contradictions and dilemmas. The book was written and published before the digital computer had been invented, yet even features an innovation which is reminiscent of hypertext. That work is James Joyce’s Finnegans Wake, and it was Joyce’s deliberate effort to make each word choice a layered exploration of meaning that gives the text such power. It should be gibberish, but anyone who has read Finnegans Wake knows it is precisely the opposite. The text is overloaded with meaning, so much so that the mind can’t take it all in. Hypertext has been a help; there are a few wikis which attempt to make linkages between the text and its various derived meanings (the maunderings of four generations of graduate students and Joycephiles), and it may even be that – in another twenty years or so – the wikis will begin to encompass much of what Joyce meant. But there is another possibility. In so fundamentally overloading the text, implicitly creating a link from every single word to something else, Joyce wanted to point to where we were headed. In this, Finnegans Wake could be seen as a type of science fiction, not a dystopian critique like Aldous Huxley’s Brave New World, nor the transhumanist apotheosis of Olaf Stapledon’s Star Maker (both near-contemporary works) but rather a text that pointed the way to what all texts would become, performance by example. As texts become electronic, as they melt and dissolve and link together densely, meaning multiplies exponentially. Every sentence, and every word in every sentence, can send you flying in almost any direction. The tension within this text (there will be only one text) will make reading an exciting, exhilarating, dizzying experience – as it is for those who dedicate themselves to Finnegans Wake.

Moneyless World - Free World - Priceless World: Idol Thoughts for Pesach

Sat, 17 Apr 2010 14:17:12 -0400

Moneyless World - Free World - Priceless World: Idol Thoughts for Pesach:

Idolatry is revering and serving non-living entities and symbols as if they were alive and feeling beings. Idolatry is mistaking the symbol for Reality, putting the symbol above reality. We become the idol we revere and serve: unseeing, unhearing, unfeeling: both the Bhagavad Gita and the Bible say this (Bhagavad Gita 17:3 and Psalm 134:15-18)

What if we, whether Christians, Jews, or Muslims, changed the definition of our word “God” to mean Reality rather than a twisted, make-believe image in our minds that causes us to kill each other? What if we became People of the Book written on the Heart rather than written on paper? “The letter kills but the Spirit gives life.” We fight over books, doctrines, ideas, politics, not Reality. Reality can’t fight over itself, for a house divided can’t stand.

Interpassivity and the Electric Monk I made an intriguing...

Thu, 25 Mar 2010 17:29:00 -0400

Interpassivity and the Electric Monk

I made an intriguing correlation while listening to Slajov Zizek between his concept of Interpassivity and Douglas Adams’ Electric Monk character from Dirk Gently’s Holistic Detective Agency.

Zizek often talks about how one doesn’t need to believe in something if there is someone to believe in it for you. He uses this example: a visitor to the home of Danish physicist Niels Bohr asked him if he really believed a horseshoe above his door brought him luck, “No, but I’m told it works even if you don’t believe in it”.

Douglas Adams, possibly in reference to the same anecdote, wrote (in 1987): Electric Monks believed things for you, thus saving you what was becoming an increasingly onerous task, that of believing all the things the world expected you to believe.

I juxtaposed a segment from Zizek’s Authors@Google talk with audio from Douglas Adams’ Electric Monk chapter to be listened to and contemplated. I also cut and pasted other bits of info, if you care to absorb more…

from Masters of Media » Interpassivity on Facebook

Interpassivity
In ‘The Interpassive Subject’, the Slovenian sociologist, philosopher and cultural critic, Slavoj Žižek terms ‘interpassivity’ as an opposing concept to interactivity. Not only new media objects, but every form of media, gives the subject (the user) the sense of interactivity. However, Žižek argues that the object is active instead of the subject, who’s passive. He states that with interactivity a false activity occurs: ’you think you are active, while your true position, as it is embodied in the fetish, is passive’. Žižek refers to the Marxist notion of commodity-fetishism to imply that social relations are increasingly reduced to objects (Žižek, 1998).

To clarify interpassivity, Žižek uses an example of someone who lets the VCR record movies, without watching them and feeling profoundly satisfied about it. He lets the VCR ‘enjoy’ the film for him as it were. The VCR watches movies on behalf of the user. From this perspective, the VCR is a medium of symbolic registration, which he calls in Lacanian terms ‘The Big Other’ (Žižek, 1998: p7). This is a clear example where an object literally takes over activities from the user.

On the other hand Žižek also describes a form of interpassivity where substitution takes place; all kinds of emotions can be moved from a subject to an object (Žižek 1998: p4). To illustrate this substituted interpassivity, Žižek uses the example of a television-show with ‘canned laughter’ to indicate that the object can influence the subject before interaction can take place. The subject’s laughter is pre-mediated as it where. The subject can experience the same emotion without laughing, because the laughing is substituted by the television. In this case Žižek would call the subject’s interpassivity ‘laughing trough the Other’.

The Electric Monk

from Dirk Gently’s Holistic Detective Agency

by Douglas Adams

High on a rocky promontory sat an Electric Monk on a bored horse. From under its rough woven cowl the Monk gazed unblinkingly down into another valley, with which it was having a problem.

The day was hot, the sun stood in an empty hazy sky and beat down upon the gray rocks and the scrubby, parched grass. Nothing moved, not even the Monk. The horse’s tail moved a little, swishing slightly to try and move a little air, but that was all. Otherwise, nothing moved.

The Electric Monk was a labour-saving device, like a dishwasher or a video recorder. Dishwashers washed tedious dishes for you, thus saving you the bother of washing them yourself, video recorders watched tedious television for you, thus saving you the bother of looking at it yourself; Electric Monks believed things for you, thus saving you what was becoming an increasingly onerous task, that of believing all the things the world expected you to believe.

Unfortunately this Electric Monk had developed a fault, and had started to believe all kinds of things, more or less at random. It was even beginning to believe things they’d have difficulty believing in Salt Lake City. It had never heard of Salt Lake City, of course. Nor had it ever heard of a quingigillion, which was roughly the number of miles between this valley and the Great Salt Lake of Utah.

The problem with the valley was this. The Monk currently believed that the valley and everything in the valley and arround it, including the Monk itself and the Monk’s horse, was a uniform shade of pale pink. This made for a certain difficulty in distinguishing any one thing from any other thing, and therefore made doing anything or going anywhere impossible, or at least difficult and dangereus. Hence the immobility of the Monk and the boredom of the horse, which had had to put up with a lot of silly things in its time but was secretly of the opinion that this was one of the silliest.

How long did the Monk believe these things?

Well, as far as the Monk was concerned, forever. The faith which moves mountains, or at least believes them against all the available evidence to be pink, was a solid and abiding faith, a great rock against which the world could hurl whatever it would, yet it would not be shaken. In practice, the horse knew, twenty-four hours was usually about its lot.

So what of this horse, then, that actually held opinions, and was sceptical about things? Unusual behaviour for a horse, wasn’t it? An unusual horse perhaps?

No. Although it was certainly a handsome and well-built example of its species, it was none the less a perfectly ordinary horse, such as convergent evolution has produced in many of the places that life is to be found. They have always understood a great deal more than they let on. It is difficult to be sat on all day, every day, by some other creature, without forming an opinion on them.

On the other hand, it is perfectly possible to sit all day, every day, on top of another creature and not have the slightest thought about them whatsoever.

When the early models of these Monks were built, it was felt to be important that they be instantly recognisable as artificial objects. There must be no danger of their looking at all like real people. You wouldn’t want your video recorder lounging around on the sofa all day while it was watching TV. You wouldn’t want it picking its nose, drinking beer and sending out for pizzas.

So the Monks were built with an eye for originality of design and also for practical horse-riding ability. This was important. People, and indeed things, looked more sincere on a horse. So two legs were held to be both more suitable and cheaper than the more normal primes of seventeen, nineteen or twenty-three; the skin the Monks were given was pinkish-looking instead of purple, soft and smooth instead of crenellated. They were also restricted to just one mouth and nose, but were given instead an additional eye, making for a grand total of two. A strange looking creature indeed. But truly excellent at believing the most preposterous things.

This Monk had first gone wrong when it was simply given too much to believe in one day. It was, by mistake, cross-connected to a video recorder that was watching eleven TV channels simultaneously, and this caused it to blow a bank of illogic circuits. The video recorder only had to watch them, of course. It didn’t have to believe them as well. This is why instruction manuals are so important.

So after a hectic week of believing that war was peace, that good was bad, that the moon was made of blue cheese, and that God needed a lot of money sent to a certain box number, the Monk started to believe that thirty-five percent of all tables were hermaphrodites, and then broke down. The man from the Monk shop said that it needed a whole new motherboard, but then pointed out that the new improved Monk Plus models were twice as powerful, had an entirely new multi-tasking Negative Capability feature that allowed them to hold up to sixteen entirely different and contradictory ideas in memory simultaneously without generating any irritating system errors, were twice as fast and at least three times as glib, and you could have a whole new one for less than the cost of replacing the motherboard of the old model.

That was it. Done.

The faulty Monk was turned out into the desert where it could believe what it liked, including the idea that it had been hard done by. It was allowed to keep its horse, since horses were so cheap to make.

For a number of days and nights, which it variously believed to be three, forty-three, and five hundred and ninety-eight thousand seven hundred and three, it roamed the desert, putting its simple Electric trust in rocks, birds, clouds, and a form of non-existent elephant-asparagus, until at least it fetched up here, on this high rock, overlooking a valley that was not, despite the deep fervour of the Monk’s belief, pink. Not even a little bit.

Time passed.