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Dear C,
I miss him
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this one also from eyebeam. uh, there’s a website describing the process behind this too:
http://www.whiteglovetracking.com/
i watched summa that self-serving pee-hole martin bashir’s ‘Living w MJ‘ today. had never really seen it in its entirety. its shitty cause you gotta ping-pong alluvetheplace because of copyright infringements + such.
i like the bit where he goes shoppin. but otherwise this whole thing was like 1 of the nails in the coffin. fuckn bashir. check the middle onwards where u can see where you can start 2 cleave the fakers frm the makers. i think bashir was tryin 2 turn MJ in2 bubbles…ie. a performin monkey on d-mand. plus the twit couldnt cut a rug w a chainsaw…i just know you’ve met his kind b4…
read earlier his nanny‘s st8ments 2 the press. it’s all so howard-hughes-y & sad as fuck.
get this. music sales have gone up 80 times since MJ’s death. EIGHTY. & check the elevenses:
In total 11 Michael Jackson or Jackson Five albums made it into this week’s top 200 and 43 out of the top 200 singles featured the singer.
Man in the Mirror re-entered today’s charts at number 11, nearly 20 years after its original release and Jackson hits accounted for all but one of the new entries in this week’s top 40 singles chart.
That’s offa the Guardian too.
i played ‘Man in the Mirror’ @ the local cafe soon as i heard. i think audrey ( the owner ) was almost in tears.
OK man i gotta go. we’ll commiser8 L8er ok?
love,
K
g o d d * m n M J ! ! ! ®☝℗
Vodpod videos no longer available.
saw this a couple of years back. the name of the artist escapes me. this was made @ eyebeam in NYC. does that matter even? MJ is gone. Damn.
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You Can’t T O U C H Dis…
No. You really CAN’T…
I have no idea how I found this C. Like WAY, way back when. But I followed the chem trail in2 h*ll+back & got it again. For YOU.
Love, K
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yeah dave showed this 2 me WEEKS ago maybe months maybe years…
you know, ever since i got myself a Bl*ckB*rry ™ i’ve been forced to spell somewhat korrect again…
C, i’m trying hard not to burn br*dges here…but the waters rising nywy & i figure if i get a rubber tube + flippers it’ll be…o. k.
yes. i AM coming there soon. after i gluestick the rafters 2gether…myb sum wings…
♥ K
PS. the terminal layout of K.I.A. reminds me of living in P.J., Malaysia once upon a time…
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Mr Po’ Lars I pre zume
this has been sitting on my saved tabs 4 ages…well, past 3 days Carrick. me & kels watched this after talkin w harris. uh what can i say my friend this is beyond categories of ‘good’nuss & ‘awesum’nuss & ‘thus’ness (only the last 1 a possible ‘myb’).
yknow, i was speculatin & am now convinced this was the dude i’d see round mile end like all the time. the first time he was @ the SAT w a jammy pack & i thought he was rufus wainwright. shows u how much dumber i was back in the day. oh, those happy times.
this is by the as ever wonderful vince moon de parisfrance & holy crap its the best thing yet from this series. on top of man man or arcades fire & caribou or the chestnuts.
i’m hopin my friends marta + dandi got in touch w the fella. tho i’d suspect paris or france or europe might be done finito in flamez by the time they finish up.
so. kels actually saw watson in kelowna the nite he learned of the polaris prize kaboodles. after which she sez he played like a ‘holy fuck’ concert. i mean, watch the vid C you’ll understand i’d hardly b ur BFF if u didnt.
uh. he was jst here. i have about 20 ¢to my good name as i type. so i couldnt go. i think it was 12 or 15 bucks @ i cant remember dickondick’scommobiltdoremore wherever these things happen in van.
shit theyre good. fuck theyre good. HE is amazing. fuck. montrealers man. watson. passionate french lovers of music. light. singing. the sea. it’s all there.
love,
k
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Jes_s! NO ! ( f _ c k ! ! ) O K …
wtf c? !
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u know how i found out bout this guy C? uh man it waz back frm my heady ‘bama-rama dayz…yeah, thats wright, i usedta support the prez elect 2! w/ my ‘i’ balls glued 2 cnnnbcctvcbc but mostly the dailyshow. & also that fuckn leftwrung-labour-ious-glad-bag-rag udder-wise known as the guardian.
so how’d i find this perp C? well, its a long & a short **. i’ll jst give u’s the short ok?
uh, i was hittin up the guardian like some fierce the week of bamanodrama’s like…almost there u know countdown 2 the countdown ov countdowns. & this guy C he starts showin up on the la guardia i guess sum1 there in Englynnde likes him.
i like this clip pretty good sums up the fever of those times quite nicely i think:
ok thats it dude. uh theres more here if u really want it.
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K
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D am n C !
D am n it C,
I jst lost my effin lip BALM bhind thee X-press-O C(1)O|2|U(3)N |4|T(5)E|6|R @ the BUMP n GRIND
(it had 1/2 melted in the sun nywy / as if thats N.E. comp en asian !
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Thank U CHR_S ! J U S T U S is s-o S W E R V E D –––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––– ––––––––––––––––––––o| ! ! ! ! >>>>>>> o !
NB. 2 C: i don’t mean 2 slap a bruise on ur feelins but i’m ad-dressin this 2 my buddy ( anudder ‘C’ ? is it even pos. ? – naw C u know it’s jst u – just u&me morelike jst US ) CHR_S if u dont mind ( & i dont mind ifudo! )
CHR_S,
actually cum 2 think ov it i do remember this vid. s’pore days ov my own moosical yooth. pass the d_tchie. yes indeed!
man the zounds ejecting frm the deejays here’s Sweeeeeeeeeeeeet! they be mixing ‘kathy’ ( r_membr her? like macdaddy era-OS 8 kathy – her fred anxious krazy & the posse still here in the X age i b’live! ) even audrey’s moms is bumpin back&prost-erior 2 this – – – –
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JUST US is S E R V E D. & fittin that its the K I D S who’ll serve it. my gavel rests. the case is closed. the Yooth shall inherit.
o the babylonian/ethopian/collosal dub’s pretty necta 2!
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Kajin Finds ‘Carrick’s ‘Twin’
o fuck i just woke up & then i dint i'll just 'rest' here awhile
yeah just by mistake buddy sorry. i saw him sitting slumpy slumped off the stoop on fl*ckr. looks like his asscracks myb sealed the deal w/ the seat ov his pants. or sumbody blindly nailed up a marty-lutherian postbill wrong side of the door & dude just woke up. & froze.
carricks socalled 'twin' circumstantial evidence : article 2
here’s dude the night b4. notice he’s kinda not so pretty up close. i mean, not like u C, who gets better & better on approach right up 2 pore-detail & follicle-2-follicle contact. guess i’m thinkin specially of ur beard. uh. ok. this ‘guy’ tho? i think u’d kinda want 2 keep ur distance. & i aint talkin ‘pig flu’ distance. i’m thinkin outside uh depleted uranium cluster range wide. a berth the size of manhattan, or brooklyn, where this was likely photographed. good thing a picture can’t hurt u. or can it?
stand back carrick its you no its not 'u' oh
see? much better…
oh crap! sorry c!
uh well myb not. sorry…
carrick i now concluded myb this twin-findin exercise not such a good idea
k. now whats the tale this has 2 tell? its the nite b4 the what appears 2 be the nail in pale(in) 4 our ‘friend’ ‘Ginger’. ( you’ll have 2 scusi mi C 4 ‘friendling up’ 2 unsidled strAngers w/out prior consultation w/ u i mean w/out aksing ). ‘he’ feels a pre-emptive puncture, like sum old akzincidental dartwound (u know he deserved it) jst reopenedw/out advertisement in2 his windpipe. only dude’s got it wrong. a little further up please! or myb (appearances bein real effin’ decept-ors) this is totally someth. else. like, he’s forcin his larynx 2 do the job ( sing ) & she jst dont wanna give. myb this is like sum klassic kase study (i hereby submit article 2 : review pending – approved!) of enforced vocal cooperation. looks 2 me like ‘dude’ Ginger here’s on the verge of Classification B “the intent 2 render physical duress unto the victim(self)s own neck 4 the purposes of extracting forced tonal/a-tonal entry/exit, possibly pitch, possibly dialogue aka conversation &/or unsolicited breathing”. would this b 4 the mutual/uni-directional pleasure-excitation/boredom-mortification of an ‘audience’? i dont know but the evidence is stacking up pretty high (ie. it’s startin 2 look bad 4 socalled ‘dude’) against this fella (hereafter 2 b referred 2 as the ‘perp’) & perhaps whats cumin (down the proverbial ‘pipe’) the followin morning is simply just deserts.
the perp pretending 2 b carrick article 3
at this point all bets (& gloves) r friggin’ off my friend. none of this is lookin even vaguely believable. fact its starting 2 smell decidedly fishy or someth., like a ‘construction’ or badly held-2gether stab @ enacting ‘artifice’ or whatever. (hint: cue the curtains dude!). like sum1’s been readin his/her f_ck.alt in the can (i do; where else?) or sum other french filosof*ck, myb even the italians. somth like ‘simulacra’ or myb even someth. arty like a ‘statement’. but like the thing aka attempt @ ‘effect’ or whatever like i said is …like tryin 2 do a riff slash twist on the hiddenboid di-sas-ter, but staple-gunned 2gether w/ dental floss b4 vrything bursts in2 flames.
dude’s not U, carrick. i’m sure now. the ‘perp’s a fake. a complete f’in red herring this wuz 4 me. like, he doesn’t even look anywhere real ahem as you would after croppin. i mean, if u shaved ur beard off (& i’ve seen the ev.) u’d still have way more much more sprout than this poor ‘imitator’. man i feel like i’ve been taken 4 a RIDE. & now i’m pissed!
so, as it stands now the evidence points 2wards 2 or 3 su/distinct possibilities:
CHARGED
– EXHIBIT F (fer F_k_!): the socalled ‘perp’/formerlyknownas ‘Ginger’ (reasons 2 suspect covert deceptive usage of ‘hair-dye’ or photoshoppin devious-ness @ this point)/also ‘dude’ (this seems like much 2 high a descriptor by this lateH8 point)
SENTENCE
– after copious examination of all tangential points of the ‘evidence’ (articles ‘A’ 2 infinity), the jury/examining officers have (speculatively) concluded (2 a margin of self-allowed error x 3) the following likely ‘scenarios’ [otherwise referred 2 as C R I M E S] (with no stated order of preference):
A) failed pitchfork ‘music’ ‘reviewer’ (grad. magna cum laud in exist. philos., eng. lit. crit. or hist. c, 2004) : this is high likely a fake photo op orchestr8ed by the said charged* w/ involuntary accomplices (as of now, referred 2 as the ‘innocent’) employed as ‘props’ 4 the nefarious purposes of obfuscating his scent (& sound) from the unsuspecting general public & colleagues. aka, a feeble attempt 2 earn feed + societal status by posing/not ‘posing’ ie. alternate income earned by said criminal 2 provide ‘stock’ fodder 2 advertisers & ‘music’ aka ‘beyond-the-pale’-type popular ‘culture’ rags [ the abovesaid pitchf_ck +/&/or wireadbuckersxclaimwhatever ] (sentence : GUILTY)
B) the Natural aint ‘Natural’ **. or, there aint nuthin natural bout ‘Nature’. how could there b? & how cld this b. just think bout it (sentence : VERY GUILTY/UNFORGIVABLE)
C) this is in fact C pretending 2 b sum1 else. in which case ‘u’ r free 2 go [ – after subsidiary comp. 4 damages done 2 self, esteem (publ. & priv.), time wasted/wellspent & broadsides/deflations/negativory imprecations 2 ego. ] (sentence : TBD)***
* we have reasons 2 ‘suspect’ but feel in the interests of justice & preserve&protect-in the public ‘good’ that the said entity be discovered [ie. in-unfragrant-delicto (refer 2 above ‘smell’)] ‘guilty as charged’; w/ sentence meted immediately & w/ extreme non-prejudice b4 undue process [ such as properly-vetted circum. evid., access 2 counsel & being informed by the arresting bodies as 2 the nature of his ‘crime’ ]
** according 2 socalled ‘trusted’ (ie. suspicious) sources: << Nature, in the broadest sense, is equivalent to the natural world, physical world or material world. “Nature” refers to the phenomena of the physical world, and also to life in general. Manufactured objects and human interaction generally are not considered part of nature, and are referred to as artificial or man-made. Nature is generally distinguished from the supernatural. It ranges in scale from the subatomic to the cosmic. >> thats SO ’nuff said, so lets just we keep on truckin til the brake of Don eh?
*** after re-adjudicating & re-sniffin the articles (1 – ∞) the jury has pre-determined that the above-stated ‘scenarios’ (A + B) appear 2 b beyond the shadow of a pale [ie. non-doubtable (& pretty near unchallengeable in a true “court ov just us” aka the ‘peepuls’ court)] tru ‘crimes’ against nature & evry1; & thus urge it 2 b accepted by all sentient beings or international citizens & legally unemployed ‘aliens’ as regally given that the grieviously acknowledged criminal transgressions aka ‘crimes’ transgressively manifested by the (hitherto defined & charged) criminal [after due prognostication] appear 2 pose such IMMINENT threats 2 authority & unnatural commonsense alike that the commensur8 punishment thus needs b – in the interests of ‘justice’ & the welfare of the natural world (see **) – meted as swiftly & mercilessly as the hammer of g_d permits. thus the sentence 4 the entity manifesting the ‘scenario’ otherwise kn. as CRIME by socalled offencers a.k.a. C)/’C’ has hereby & imminently & irreversibly been commuted 2 GUILTY 4 all & sundry. papers will b served shortly which will likely not b read 2 the charged party as he/it/he will alrdy b D_ _d.
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& now, after having dispensed justice (& restored the unpublic ‘good’) i graciously withdraw my gavel. it’s drained me of abt a 1/2 pint o blood, sweat & fears but i did my duty, i did it well (so thinks i) & i did it 4 u. remember me. & also this: C, nobody but no1 No One NO ONE beats u, nor can take way the way I FeeeEEeeel 4 u.
&&And, if ‘u’ shld ‘really’ ‘exist’, let it b establushed herewith that u, my Friend, R a Grade ∞ original. i mean a trublu multiple of 1. take note that i will b scouring the matrix thoroughly & serving justice swiftly like a volley of apple pies fallopin (frm little ol’ me) 2 u hereforth til tues. nxt/the uncertain future, so eggspect detailed reports of arrests & deserved-punishments-dished 2 b posted in this court from time 2 time both shortly 2 long(ing)ly. i do this 4 u, u & only u (becuz u deserve it!).
in Love, Justice, Peace & Pain,
K
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11.11! AGAIN! eleven-eleven ELEVENELEVEN ELEVENELEVEN AGAIN AGAIN AGAIN & AGAIN.
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o carrick, excuse (me). i just looked down.
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A Note:
C I miss you.
U should stop workin so hard 4 the Effin ( I mean, really GR8!!!AwSUM savethi scou ntryplease! ) Liber_ls. Cum BK. OK? I’m lost…
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Kajin experiences ‘Bloginitis’ and tries to explain Holograms to himself using cat analogies
With apologies to cat-lovers (and physicists) everywhere…
• WARNING : FROM THE VAULTS aka ‘TOMBS’ ie CATACUMBS of Ks MIND –\
NB. OMFG Carrick this was “Last edited by Kajin on February 18, 2009 at 8:15 am” I’ll never finish if i dont boot it pron-to in2 cyberspace like NOW. What was I thinking then? Who wad I? I dont have timne 2 edit now I’ll get back to this whenever. I think I alrdy lost the blogiitis & have gonelost ALL sense of propriety garmmar logic & cibilkizedness. blame E-Prime. blme H_L_GR_MS & Ken Wilbur & sum other ladies. Blame the Internet & txt mssging. But dont blame me oh why donty u just go Ahead Oh Manalive. Nywy, I want u 2 know that I love u. & Harris, of course.
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But seriously C, my so-called daytime preoccupations have been crimping on my serious blogtime needs. Oops, I did it again: I used ‘serious’ twice; I think this seriously indicates the seriousness of this intimate ‘problem’ of mine you and I were (seriously) discussing the other day.
But Things, oh, so many things have been happening in my life lately; recently my kneejerk response to every and any-thing has been: ‘Oh, I must blog about this…’ which has the strange effect of rendering all colours, conversations, incidental details and even wandering ephemera into split-frame reflective versions of themselves – no C, not quite a reality ‘portal’, more like a mirror-image doubling of all happenings into corresponding blogofacts. If I may run with this analogy a little – if you will indulge me, dear C, it’s like – what is it like? I know this will appear a weak analogy but…I’ve had holograms on the brains lately…and…holograms, fuck, excuse me, but…what ARE they?
I don’t really know, but there’s this book, see? And it tells me there’s this thing this guy discovered where by using wave diffractions (as opposed to waves of light) you could take this picture of a ‘thing’ and render it as a distributed pattern over a surface, I think, and this distributed pattern was such that if you took a detail, if you took a slice, like I don’t know, a razorthin sliver out of a cherry pie, then you’d have this weird fucked-up thing happen where the part would contain the whole, just as the whole contains the parts. Like you could reconstitute an image of the cherry pie right out of its constituent piece – so there you have it: The. Whole. Pie. F_in’ ‘Ey!
But this was all just, like, pure mathematics for a bunch of years. But then somebody ended up getting the noblest prize for inventing this ‘thing’ called a laser, which was like this super-pure stream of parallel monochromatic light waves, I think, and suddenly the distributed mass of patterns on a plate surface which nobody could make sense of would become, like, focused, into a motherfucking 3D image. So now our pie is rendered into something which it’s not just code, it’s pie you might think you could eat. But now you can slice it both ways. You can take a holographic plate if you want to and break it into a million tiny pieces and each piece would yield the whole pie, if you prodded it in the right way. Like, you can grind it into dust under your boot-sole and mush it around in dog-poo and when you clean it off it’s still pie, the whole pie, with the cherry on top, and you still think you could eat it.
There was this guy, C, and his name was Karl Pribram, and what the dickens did Karl care about 3D reconstitutable (images) of pies? – he was a neuroscientist. But he was a neuro mentored by interesting minds and schooled in interesting schools, and if you look at it this way, he was actually cutting pies all day for a job. And this one teacher said to him: Watch out for Science. Folks used to say Watch Out For God till Nietzche and atom-splitting and now Richard Dawkins came along, and now it’s Science who’s carrying the big stick and hurling thunderbolts and writing scripture and the occasional science-fiction novel. That’s unfair, I know. Anyways, I’m totally fucking paraphrasing here. But this teacher offered his sage-like teacherly admonition/warning/advice, something to the effect of “Most scientists (aka ‘specialists’) will fuck with you if you try anything new because it like freaks them out; because how do you indulge/invite curiosity into the house if it kills the cat? (the ‘cat’ being something like all your precious realm of hitherto knowledge). Because the Big H (History) amply demonstrates that if you probe a new idea you might unwittingly blitz/kill/fuck paradigms, like starting out to swat a fly with bugspray and inadvertently (and irreversibly) changing the shape of the room instead.”
In a nutshell, what this guy was saying was “(In most cases) being a specialist (cat-scientist usually) means learning more and more about less and less”. I’ll get the exact quote for you later…
Karl was doing I think it was doctorate work under somebody who was researching memory. Dude was trying to figure where the exact ‘location’ of memory would be in the brain. Like, can you cut out a slice of cabbage and look in and see the first time you masturbated or kissed a girl or fought with your parents? Well, that at least is the ‘hardware’ way of looking at it, as if there was such a thing as a genius loci playing hide-and-seek somewhere in the rat’s nest/maze of the human biocomputer.
But what with our brains being more the soft consistency of – I think someone once described it as cottage cheese – well, the hardware analogy still works but memory is more like – all software. But not like a program you shoot into a computer, quite. More like, there is no specific locality to memory, and it’s distributed everywhereallover the brain. Like all of it, including the time you fought with your best friend and got punched in the arm and started crying like a doofus; or that first awful instant of surrendering to the fact that you actuallymaybekindof like your parents’ music; or or or an almost-‘forgotten’ MTV mind-clip of watching an autumn leaf take a slow leaping leafy suicide off its mommy-tree to launch an unkissed mission into the unknown (till gravity body-plants it smack on the pavement, rousing the slumbering earthworms); or the time you inadvertently left a stray raisin of poop dotted all over your best friend’s parents’ carpet floor because you hadn’t wiped yourself properly due to overly-intense self-contemplation of the act in the bathroom mirror (an act you had never, ever witnessed before in its full-length glory, and which brought you an inch or two closer to the acknowledging the mysteries of G_d) and by the time you noticed it was already too late. Of course, I’m just using stray analogies here for the simple sake of demonstrating a principal, C.
Karl had (and still has, I think) a curious mind, like one of those why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why-type minds. I guess he found out about holograms and birthed this thought: maybe the mind is a hologram. So here we go now down the rabbit-hole.
Because now poor Karl’s mind is prompted into mentally assigning itself into the very ‘real’ possibility of being a hologram, and his holographic mind is thinking these holographic thoughts, and he starts wondering about wondering about wondering where this all leads to and how do you explain this to some cat-scientist who’s slicing a cabbage in half trying to pinpoint the exact GPS coordinate of the God Complex. Because unbeknownst to that said cat-scientist is the possibility that ‘he/she’s only a kind of/or explicit holographic consciousness at work on a holographic cottage cheese detail splayed out on his/her holographic plate, which is only a kind of consensus-reality instrument for surrendering matter to mind for the benefits (and within the rigid parameters) of crutching up his/her avowed Cat Science. He/she doesn’t realise how he/she’s just imminently about to chow down on something much bigger than his/hers hardwired brain can chew. If he/she’s ‘lucky’ (like, not consciously prone to reality-displacement and having to change those meta-phorical ‘sheets’ that come-undone with it), they probably won’t even notice.
So Karl’s walking around and talking shit at cat-science conferences when it spontaneously strikes him – I think in front of a bunch of nodding watermelon-heads with the klieg lights on – and he finds himself wondering: Is the Whole Fucking World a Hologram?
Now, substitute the word ‘Cosmos’ for ‘World’, and poor Karl just irreversibly short-circuited his entire paradigm and inadvertently popped a lethal cap into his inner cat-scientist forever.
(Now, C, is the point at which I must regretfully inform you that you’re going to have to consider that this website we’re making is quite possibly NOT the none-too-simple lowering of discourse-at-leisure we intended it to be, but in all probability and likelihood a Hologram, run by Holograms in this expanding Indra’s Net of the interweb which in itself is a Hologram – and that this present excursion into whatever is itself being posted by a Hologram ie. well-who-am-‘I’-anyways-your-BFF-Kajin. But we’re still buddies, right? So please don’t hold it against me).
Now, luckily for our hapless neuro-detective, there lived on Spaceship Earth this other dude had also just recently blown the fuse of his pre-holographic paradigm, and this guy David was seeding cat-bustin’ postulates all over the grid, and it just so happened that Karl’s son picked up the scent in the wafting and sifting of New Ideas in Science because, as (Fate) would have it, Karl’s genomic swimming pool had birthed into a constellation of chromosomes that had somehow coalesced into the physical ‘fact’ of being a physicist. That’s right – Karl Jr. (if that is indeed his name) happened to be swimming through the stream of that quazi-specialized field of studying the Heavens (and whatever’s in ‘between’, I guess). Call it Jungian synchronicity, if you like (something else if you don’t). So he was like, “Dad, there’s this guy you should know about – his names David”. And then everything went Bohm-bastic.
The bom-ber in question had been contemplating the universe in the usual way, when he found himself starting to contemplate it in an unusual way. Now, one could say David’s ideas were both old and new. It relates to shit guys were thinking about in caves and on mountaintops with their eyes closed while sprouting natty dreads and holy toe-jam – crazy once fit-for-witch-burnin’ thoughts which were now being seeded in peer-reviewed journals under the video-game sounding name of Q-U-A-N-T-U-M P-H-Y-S-I-C-S. This is shit you and I will never understand. Well, maybemaybenot – but at least we can start by naming names.
A crowd of those names tend to be very Central/East-European things (at least for a period) like ‘Bohr’ and ‘Einstein’ and ‘Schroedinger’ (a cat who studied cats) and they talked about things with (mostly) poly-syllabic names like ‘probability’ and ‘particles’ and ‘relativity’. Uh, I think almost anything ‘Q-U-A-N-T-U-M’ tends to date from a chalkline drawn sometime in the middle of the 20th century, withmaybe an in/direct thread which could be traced back to a motley crew of individuals who were all ‘curiouser and curiouser’ about something vague and somewhat intangible that they insisted on calling the ‘Fourth Dimension’. Go figure. Some of them sported goatees, had shitty eyes and were obsessed with toilet functions and lower parts and kept cracking jokes nobody understands about quarky things like space-time – crackers like Joyce I guess was one of them. OK, he’s the one I’m cattily referring to. But there were other una-bomber types out there; like there was this Frenchie Henri Bergson and the Surrealists and uh, some others.
So, this was maybe indirectly part of the lineage that this guy David inherited, and in the Cat-Science World things were beginning to pop-up at an alarming rate, just like gopher-heads – for example, that cosmic cherry pies traveling at the speed of light could do double-shift as both waves and particles at the same time, and that just by looking at shit you can make that shit move or change or, at least that shit is not really the same shit at all; that shit is one thing when you’re looking at it and something else when you’re not looking at it, which – truth be told – should make one very suspicious of shit, because what is shit doing when we’re not looking at it? It’s like a renegade girlfriend you don’t want to turn your back to. But I digress…
So Davey ‘on-his-crocker’ Bom-Bom is looking (and not looking) at all this shit, sometimes from the back of his head, and with hall-of-mirrors conundrums exponentially rearing their heads, like, having to consider the implications of what it means when you split a pair of particles and throw one to the ass-end of the universe (deep, dark space with no edges, MTV, hair parlours or arcades) and the other into the bottom of an indoor pool in a penthouse suite once rented by Elton John at the Astoria – if one particle is (figuratively) hurtin’ then the other particle is also gonna feel the pain. Which means the unhappy particle at the ass-rim of space is going to end up (instantaneously) raining on the parade of the more fortunate particle doing the salsa with Elton’s new-hubbie’s-old-skin-cells in an upper suite somewhere in (Upper) Manhattan. Which is what I guess you might call a kind of particle ’empathy’. So, kind of like Sir Reg, these sibling particles are constantly writing songs for each other, and you kind of hope they don’t ‘mind’.
But to get on…Karl and Dave arrange to meet in this holographic universe of ours, like particles bumping feelers through a swirling mind-storm in a kitty-bowl, and as the grains settle down at the bottom of the glass they begin to find particularities and affinities and resonances in their simultaneous journey down the rabbit-hole.
Dave had been riffing on this new form of blues called the ‘implicate something-or-other’…OK, I’m feigning ignorance (only so-as-to mask my real ignorance) – the implicate order I believe he called it, and how it relates to the ‘explicate’ order in the ‘nature’ of ‘things’. And the implicate order implies (as anything ‘implicate’ is wont to do) some sort of Unified Field Principle (the ‘whole’ or ‘oneness’) underlying the explicate (detailed ‘part’ or ‘many-ness’) order of things. Like the whole being the sum of its parts but reversed as being equally applicable to the part being the sum of the whole.
Well, the Universe is pretty Fly, pretty Magick, I guess. It’s like that story of the magic ladle that you can use to stir one dumpling into infinite dumplings so you can feed the beastie who wants to have your brains for breakfast. Well, I’m sure some smarter cat will actually call me on my shit one day but that’s the way I see it right now.
(Insert random detail here: I just took a smoke ‘break’ (only a limited ‘quanta’ of those left) and found myself facing an incoming stream of enlarged microbial-wearing bipeds framed against a sepia-hued sun, and feel slightly disengaged (but also ‘fresher’) from the experience – plus I’m onto my third un-scheduled sleeve of Honey Lager by now. Passing fossil-fuel-powered transit vehicles are deflecting bright rhomboids of light directly into my optical receptors through sun-etched panes of glass, initiating catalytic retinal overtures interlaced with neural-mixed-with-‘sense’-organ-type-phenomenological frequencies rippling into crests and peaks of an emotional/contemplative ever-expansive nature, also leaving a protracted jet-stream of chemical signature impressions in its wake…Rough transl: I’m slightly but cheerfully blitzed…)
I’m off to make dinner. Plus my Mom’s mad at me. So this is. To Be. Continued…
Carrick and Kajin Make A 'Website' 
Tails Frm The Crypt 1.0: Kajin Allows Himself To Retort To A Comment Carrick Made On A Comment Kajin Made On A Post Carrick Posted
With apologies for ‘Purebred’ Grammatologists + Punctuation-Dachshunds everywhere…
N.B. (the following was a preceding ‘comment’ ‘written’ in May – sorry… ☹ K)
N.B.B. My dear C., I hope you will allow me this indulgence of retrofitting a Comment commented upon as a Post to be posted here (which, I prognostify, will only invite further comment). Allow me – too – the indulgence of addressing our so-called non-existent ‘reader/s’, and of pimping that pre-sumptive woid ‘indulge’ indulgently:
Dear invisible audience, I hope you will allow me this indulgence of committing the (insert incidental thought-bubble “WTF is up w/ spellcheck?“) what-might-be-considered Cardinal Sin of re-posting Comments as Posts. But in my own defence, I must needs here proclaim (insert assumed best ‘Fred/Kathy/Deranged’ voice) It’s Not My Fault. Godonlyknows how much I love WordPress (insert a heartswelled Pet-Sounded “like the Dickens!”), but one of the inexplicable (insert apology for hastily shotgunned overstatement here: it’s actually explicated/justified/defended [but only sort of] in the WP Forums) limitations of our gracious Hostess-with-the-Mostest (insert a “do you mean ‘Bandwidth’?”) is Her most unfortunate & irremediable border-patrol-‘containment’ Search-and-Destroy policy of seeking to remove ‘Spam-Bam-Thank-U-M’am’ so-called ‘undesirables’ (insert an indignant “Who’s to say who-desires-‘whom’?!! : – ( “) from our (insert “would-have-been”) merry midst; in short (insert a retractful “well not really“), the WP decision to quarantine Poor Ol’ Gitmo-Comments into the most sub-terranean & hidden-from-shame of lock-downs (insert an “otherwise known as ‘the Hole‘ aka IMU [Intensive Management Unit]”) – that milquetoasted drip of a Web 2.0 hex-hued HYPERlink dangling below our posts like a speckled jizz-jewel on the end of your dong (insert apology for shocking display of such baldly Chauvinistic assumptions here, but in our defence, this site is really intended for a [modestly] assumed audience of two who are indeed donged to the hilt [or so we’d like to imagine/assume/get-ourselves-pumped-for]). But seeing as my BFF C. here & I aspire to be (insert multiple mea culpas for E-Prime gaff here) much, much more than merely blogged-up posteurs, but the most discerning of Commentators (insert Stentorian self-proclamatory crow here) – indeed, self-styled Socratic Senators of Comment (insert an “aka Sultans of Schwing!!!”) even, as well as self-appointed Pundits of That Most Highly Overrated Prime-Time Rom-Com-Drama Otherwise-Known-As ‘Our Own Psychs‘. But I digress (insert superfluous: …even)…&, uh, Where Was ‘I’?
But to get on…this here Post is really just plain refried Comment dredged up from yesterday’s (aka yesterday’s ‘yesterday’ to the power of ∞) pre-digested breakfast (ie. expect low nutritional value not to mention gustatory embarassment of ‘riche$’), which in actual point of ‘fact’ was served up so many elevenses ago (May the elelevenses, 19.59 hrs to be ‘precise’)…but to get ‘on’…
N.B.B.B. This only makes ¢ if 1 reviews the Commentses…
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