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Holy shit I just tripped. Lucid dream sleep paralysis. Deeper and more terrifying than ever before. Proceeding some lost narrative of dream deja vu, I attained awareness and started writing down what has happening on my laptop. Instead of words, streams of beautiful garbage text came out, like the crashing of waves filmed in fast-motion cinema. Triangular paragraphs of text, multicolor synesthetic, and written in Ceejalicious (my own handwriting font). The whole time there was the feeling of electricity localized in the center of my brain which typically accompanies sleep paralysis. Voices in my head. The most alien of sounds began to sonify me, surrounding me, as if coming from the fabric of spacetime itself. As if reality was about to give birth. I shouted a few things aloud, and I was uncertain if I had shouted them in real life. I began to feel the presence of entities. Terror struck me, and I started to close this pineal pandora's box, forcing myself wakeward. A glimpse of rationality dripped in, and I decided to drift back into the paralysis, which sucked me back in. I focused in on one entity (of several) appearing in front of me, between me and a drawing Ann made. For lack of a better vocabulary, the entity seemed to be made of pure spacetime. This entity was not particularly vivid-- all form i attempted to project onto it was resisted, yet the feeling of presence was overwhelming. Ever think you're alone, but then see something/someone way off into the distance that seems like its aware of you? It was kind of like that, except "way off in the distance" was still localized in my room in front of me. Hyperspace is a suitable metaphor. The entities vanished, the sound died down, and the experience steadily evaporated. I paused for a few minutes. I found myself in awe, aslump on my chair, 10 minutes later. I began writing "Holy shit I just tripped..."
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Holy shit indeed. Is there a bigger version of those cat pictures? Those are awesome, lmao, like 1/2 hit, 1 hit, 2 hits, 3, 4, 5...
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Nvm, found em. Whoa, the artist always drew cats, and crazy hyper dimensional ones, but apparently never did psychedelics. BUT, he was later diagnosed with schizophrenia, and some speculate that his disease was precipitated by toxoplasmosis, a parasitic infection that can be contracted from cats..!!!!!
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WHoa, infection from cats lmfao.
Yeah that guys a Schizophrenic.
I want to learn how to draw like him.
Or rather, I want to improve my technique so that I can capture the kinds of images I see in my imagination.
I realized we have the power to recall memories from any perspective. Mine, yours, someone else, an object, omnipotent view, a camera. I can add effects, like filters, distortion, saturation -- usually anything I've seen or experimented with visually I can imagine. Temporal perspectives too -- I can picture it being watched 10 years from now on a computer, or watched 10 years ago in the past all mysteriously. I can picture it being re-experienced in a simulation. I can picture all the different possibilities happening, taking turns, resetting. I can picture a computer algorithm attempting to piece together a moment simulation using remnants of media, data, human memory, and probabilistic common sense. I can picture a tribesman dreaming this moment and being confounded. Hyperdimensional perspectives too, like hypermoments. Fractals: moments all dimensioned out and happening at every magnitude. Moments as holographic projections on a membrane.
Ann and I made a game of it lmfao.
It's also really fun to add effects to your internal voice.
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Basically what I'm suggesting is that we might have the ability to naturally engage in augmented reality.
Which is so fucking funny LMAO. I've created a reaction toward my own yet-to-really-exist subculture.
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I always really liked this dude and his art but I had no idea he might have died due to a cat induced infection LMAO
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cat induced infection LMfaO
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Alright NASA enough's enough, just make the fuckin million super wifi satellites so everyone everywhere can always have access to the internet so we can all put on our super charged internet goggles and enter infinitely fractalling cyberspace programs from all around the world together already..
Oh WHuT thIs iS CoOl aGaIN nOW?? Sounds like a cyclocebo to me Cj.
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I should figure things out before I post comments.
http://www.nationaldefensemagazine.org/archive/2010/March/Pages/WiFiintheSky.aspx
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LMAO. That's only for satellites communicating amongst themselves. PRIVATE wifi :(, probably wpk encrypted. (unless its a secret foot-in-the-door ploy)
But Isaac, seriously beautifully articulous furious-insane, your comment. For some reason I pictured you ranting during the breakdown of a song. LMAO our songs should have beautiful hargmonies and then turn into these like super poopy dumper rants furious-insane which actually stand for something, either practical or poetic
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Isaac tends to comment on this and then fucking talk about it to people. So, then they look at the comments on here and are like, "Is this all he talks about?" Cool.
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March 30th - The Simulist-Existentialist
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Hunter S. Thompson's sansa (The Gonzo Tapes) |
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Adam James Davis: "...reminds me of a simulism-related idea I had been contemplating inspired also by solipsism. That is, I created the universe I am currently living in, but I programmed myself to forget that I had done so for, I don't know, entertainment or something..."
 Simulism! I like that one.
That totally would be something I'd do; amnesicly create a universe in which to blissfully live.
And the simulation anthropic principle makes it seem all the more likely. Any universe capable of running simulations is likely to have countless simulations running within it. Therefore, given the ratio of simulator/simulation.. any given universe is most likely a simulation (including simulators).
Awesome. We're asking "what will happen in the future?" as an answer to "what is happening right now?"
Now, what does it mean to be a being living in a simulation?
The simulist-existentialist.
How does he contemplate himself, his situation? Does he have self-directed purpose? Does he believe himself part of a science experiment? An art project? Entertainment? Does he believe himself creator of his simulation, or created by another (is there a difference?).
I feel massively compelled to build reality simulations for myself to experience. The idea is infatuating; I feel it'll be my life's work... my duty as computer scientist / neuroscientist / transhumanist / psychonaut.
I'm also massively infatuated with fractals.
What if my purpose as a simulation is to create metasimulations? What if my infatuation with this idea is the same drive which drives organisms to procreate and multiply? The drive to self-reproduce? The sexual impulse?
What if there's this metaverse darwinism? What if simulations capable of simulating themselves go on to "survive" in a metaversal sense? Survival of the meta?
 What could this process possibly be capable of evolving?
The first thing that comes to mind is a Perfect Simulation. Let me explain. Sure, many beings can create weak simulations of themselves (*takes picture of self to illustrate example*). But how many simulations can create perfect, exact replicas of themselves (which also create perfect replicas (which also create perfect replicas....
Perfect Simulations would be perfect fractals. Guaranteed infinite immortality across all dimensions (in a sense). They also guarantee themselves to be their own parents (parent-simulation). In an odd move of causality, they bring themselves into existence.
Wonders I, if maybe the only things which CAN exist are things of this nature?
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I guess this is a note for Issac when he reads this post: When I read "Perfect Simulation" I immediately thought of a parody for Weezer's "Perfect Situation" xD.
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LMAO! CJ Metadarwin... woah...
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March 29th - The Improvised Art of Cheffery, vol. 5: Emperor Egg
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Hardboiled egg wearing a badass fried egg cape = Emperor Egg
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Taken with my webcam, btw. I lost Mr Camera :/
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He's got the all seein' eye (and not much else)!
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RELEASE THE KRAKEN
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http://www.sitepoint.com/blogs/wp-content/uploads/2010/01/TheKrakenRum_thumb.jpg
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๏_๏
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(his eyes lmao)
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March 22nd - Wait, cJ, that sort of looks like your handwriting oO
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Freakin Awesome!!
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Nice! Ypur own font!
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Nice! Your own font!
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March 20th - Post-modern Conceptual Mythology (the gods duel it out)
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Our culture has a unpersonified Polytheism, whose gods are created and churned out by the engines of science, philosophy, and art. Remember what I said about Machiavellianism being a catalyst for higher complexity and the growth of intelligence? (the gods duel it out)
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We used to live in balance with Nature.
With the rise of agriculture we began to dominate Nature, fight it. With the rise of Science we began to understand Nature.
We used to think in relation to God.
With the rise of reason we began to dominate God, fight him. We gave God enemies, such as Nihilism, Absurdism, Atheism, the Stone/lifting paradox, the burden of proof. With the rise of these we began to understand ourselves. (?even less haha)
And these ideas have their own enemies, like anti-epistemology, and Nihilism (which is like an enemy of everything, including itself). And then Nihilism becomes this infinitely ascending fractal of selfenemyship.
And then God steps in again, and says "Everything in the universe is me. Thus all arguments, perceptions, and paradoxes of my non-existence are expressions of myself. Nihilism is therefore a manifestation of my existence. "
And so God, who argues his tautological evidence is derived from the existence of the very things which attempt to annihilate him, is now this strange loop in the hierarchy. He can step in at any moment and play the win card. But so can Nihilism, who easily replies to anything with "so what?".
And God's like "I am your nihilist attitude toward my tautological existence".
And Nihilism's like "yeah but so what?"
So now Nihilism and God are in this infinite tangle which fractals off into infinity and no one hears from them again.
But then like, way above all of that, on the throne, sits Fractal. And his incarnation the Strange Loop. Who always seems to be immediately a step ahead of everything else. Whose superiority is derived from the geometric behaviors of the very things which attempt to outsmart him.
God: "Fractals are a manifestation of myself"
Fractal: "You're a manifestation of yourself"
God: "Your attempt to make me self-reference myself is a manifestation of myself"
Fractal: *cough*
Clearly Fractal is already infinite steps ahead here.
And Nihilism steps up to the plate, winds up with a "So what if fractals are everywhere? Geometry is a concept, concepts are not reality. This whole post is meaningless anyway. "
But Fractal's just like: "Go annihilate yourself"
:O
Total winball. Totally just threw a winball.
((but anyway, my original point was that its important that these things duel it out. There exists pathological cooperation, just as much as there exists useful competition.))
God: "I am all of your arguments"
Paradox: "If you're all powerful, can you create an unbeatable argument against your existence?""
God: "If there was an unbeatable argument against my existence, it would still be a manifestation of myself."
Paradox: "Which is a paradox."
God: "But the paradox is me too"
Unbeatable argument: *proposes self*
God: 
Paradox:
God
Meanwhile, fractal's just like
Fractal: *fractals*
fractaling off into infinity, and infinite infinties, and transfinity, and somewhere way off in the distance is Georg Cantor (who discovered an infinitely dense black hole sometime in late 19th century) idling patiently at the end of time (beyond dimension itself)
But of course, this is the 21st century, and the god of all gods is Information, who's just like...
Information: lol
(lol @ looks like binary )
The end (jk)
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March 18th - this isn't part of the uni, you see
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The first day I got here, I went on an exploring adventure with MrSans. I snuck into College House, found a piano covered in tarp, and thought "I really want to play this piano". I paused and had an existential moment. "Why wouldn't I?"
cant resist myself.mp3
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A song about your narcissism? xD
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Sorry babe, I can't resist my own narcissism B| *drives off on motorcycle*
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March 17th - Throughout life I've been humming a tune inside soundproof walls
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I'm writing poetry.
To be rapped over hip-hoppin' beats.
Get ready folks,
take your seats
Throughout life I've been humming a tune inside soundproof walls
Like a water droplet forming at the edge of stream
Till gravity
Plucks it free and it falls
"All is love"
said the jellyfish
as they came onto land
took san fransisco and new dehli
filled their bellies with man
Machiavellian apes primarily
eating competing
double-dealing deceiving
then reading
don't you see
darwinistically
that rivalry and duplicity
drives the development of intelligent complexity ?
My brain's blue
Simulated Psychopharmology
HP Lovecraft livin' in my divinorum dreams
Peek through the seams then spread the memes
Parkour is my philosophy
Jumping gaps in my Cognitive maps
....(and so on, it's in the process of being edited.. feel free to vandalize it on the cortexelation site.
It's cool, everywhere I walk I mouth it, trying to flow the rest of it into existence. I hope to have it be this Zietgiest kind of thing like a net that captures all my thoughts for the next month.
I walked to Pack'n'Sav. I want to see how far I can stretch $60 of groceries. Three weeks is the challenge. We'll start with two. I was carrying these three heavy bags, and I was like "should I take the bus back?" and I saw it and I was like "nah" and I walked the few km back lmao. Go sisyphus!
I've been listening to Alex Grey - Visionary Artist Audio book about his ideas on being an artist, so cool. Some quotes
"Transcending opposites by incorporating them."
I drew a diagram, highlighting the obvious pun here |--white------grey------black--|
"Art is a report on the condition of the soul"
"Art is love call-and-response"
Also I've been listening to Terence McKenna's Appreciating Imagination, from the late 90s. Awesome, one of the best talks. Quotes:
To imagine ourselves without imagination is itself a paradox.
The idea that the imagination is kind of a window onto realities not present... Quantum physics gives us the idea of nonlocality. What is perceived in the imagination is precisely that which is not local... I don't feel the need to believe or disbelieve to proclaim this true or untrue, but it is useful.
The carnivore which is most successful is the one which thinks like its prey. ((links to my ideas on Machiavellian intelligence explosion))
A work of art [like a Pollack] says "imagination was here. Imagination acted in this place, and this is the result."
I was going through old Ann convos, tossing things out of the closet. Some guy is playing indie/pop-punk kind of sounding stuff on his guitar in the background while I was being all nostalgic. It felt really blissful. Like waffles and poptarts on a medford summer adventure noon (this is often my basis for perfect moments).
Learning all about human evolution, its fascinating. My professor is the man! I love him. I proposed a theory on how early chimps and early orangutans might have warred in the middle east, competing for resources and such, and out of that, due to Machievellianist deceit contributing to intelligence explosion, came homonids. He said it was an awesome theory "you're on the ball on that one" although we barely have enough evidence to say anything, really, but its important to keep proposing new ideas
SeRpEnTsOrCiA: You're a thought factory xP. You can't possibly let all your ideas out, or if you do, please teach me how you do it. But under the assumption that you don't---you have the world created in your own mind, it's vast and beautiful and exciting. Don't you want someone to be as immered in it as you are every so often? Or, wait. Is that what we do for each other? LOL
Hmm its funny, I used to be very addicted to wanting other people to get in on my mind and tell them what I think. But now I think I got over that attachment. It's funny, my thought factory is kind of just producing, and seeing if anybody fishes any of it out. I LOVE it when people do fish, but I think it's not as big of a deal if they don't, because I know its significant, to me, and it'll come out again sooner or later, maybe into some art, maybe someone else will stumble upon it some other time.
SeRpEnTsOrCiA: You're a giant puzzle
SeRpEnTsOrCiA: Probably a huge reason why I like you
:]:]
eMPERORCj: i see you as chaos
eMPERORCj: on the edge of chaos.
eMPERORCj: your edges, fractaling.
eMPERORCj: yes! your very direction in life is up to the whim of a butterfly's flap
eMPERORCj: youre like a puzzle writer whose puzzle is continually growing larger and larger, more complex, more layers, more dimensions.
I listened to Cortexelation. And I can't believe how Godly I am.
Holy fractalin' fingers, the NEW stuff?! o_o
I realized I'm largely self-cultural.
I only listen to my own music haha.
I went on a late night adventure at 3 am. More on that later.
Everyone should check out Jerseyband. Mathmetal with a full horn section HAHA
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ib98peQbbGM
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o-o I really like your rap.
""All is love"
said the jellyfish
as they came onto land
took san fransisco and new dehli
filled their bellies with man"
reminds me of the Walrus and the Carpenter, only this time the sea creatures take vengeance!
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Check out the "Did you mean. . .?" http://www.google.co.nz/search?hl=en&q=jellyfish+aren%27t+taking+over&meta=&aq=f&aqi=&aql=&oq=&gs_rfai=
lmao
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March 16th - Music, complexity, strange loops with the soul
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(1:39:56 PM) SeRpEnTsOrCiA: "free running my way through the geometry of the universe"
(1:40:00 PM) SeRpEnTsOrCiA: that was badass, lol
(2:32:19 PM) eMPERORCj: LMAO
(2:32:20 PM) eMPERORCj: oooh
(2:32:25 PM) eMPERORCj: thats a really good one
(2:32:43 PM) eMPERORCj: i often do feel like i'm doing parkour when i do philosophy
(2:32:49 PM) eMPERORCj: i also feel like im playing guitar when i dance
(2:33:34 PM) eMPERORCj: there's two kinds of shredding, one for each hemisphere of the brain to dominate, i think
(2:33:43 PM) eMPERORCj: one is the jimi hendrix kind of stuff
(2:34:29 PM) eMPERORCj: thats like, pure emotional expression, all of his solos you could probably type out as emoticons
(2:35:31 PM) eMPERORCj: thats the kind of stuff you find in rock and especially blues
(2:36:40 PM) eMPERORCj: unfortunately the following generations of rock have suffered from amnesia, and forgot what its all about
like, a lot of guitarists just borrow from hendrix and page and clapton and all that stuff from the 60s. Everyone from the generations following them grew up emulating these guys. And so while they "sound like" them, it's almost meaningless. It's a step removed from pure emotion. Hendrix was just doing his thing, you know. He was in a strange loop with himself, with the soul. It's about feedback, tricking yourself. Outsmarting yourself, unpredictably. That's what free improvisation should be about. And while it's beautiful that the next generation of guitarists analyzed what came out of the 60s, you know, as if they were discovering the patterns of the soul.. unfortunately this created a situation of stagnation. Everyone now has this expectation within them of how the music sounds, and as this is beaten further into the ground, it begins to mean less and less.
What needs to happen, instead, is that we have to go back to Free improvisation. Capital F. We have to go back to the strange loop with the soul. We have to break expectations. Using the previous model as a the basis of expectation, outsmart the listener.
And this is what happened to jazz in the 50s and 60s (picture the cultural geometry). They figured this pattern out, and so every year they threw the listener off a little bit more and more. They discovered beautiful, novel patterns of music and harmony and rhythm and expectation and feeling. Just follow John Coltrane's discography and you can see the progression perfectly. And then that continued until jazz had become SO far out that it was barely recognizable lmfao. (Pretty much they were all on LSD at this point.) Kind of like, all the complexity tapered out into the noise, the chaos. And around 1970, out of this primordial soup of sound, out of this orgy, grew funk, fusion, progressive rock, hip-hop, etc., as jazz pretty much had sex with everything.
It's really amazing to follow that whole thing, it's kind of like a water spout, shooming upwards, until it reaches a top point, tapers off, and comes back down again on all sides.
The same thing happened to Metal (the 2000s were kind of like equivalent of the 60s) and I'm not particularly sure where things are going now (I haven't been keeping up my spulunking for undergrounds sounds like usual). The complexity that came out of math metal and mathcore (Psyopus, Meshuggah) bled over into punk, emo, indie, a little electronic, a little jazz, and I think will slowly make love to other things. (((whats sad is that mathcore bands now suck [to me at least, from the point of view of a veteran] because they just emulate the previous generation. I always see it coming. They got the soul all wrong. There's supposed to be a sense of humor to it, but they keep retelling the same jokes. )))
This creative spurt is happening to electronic dance music now. The rate of innovation keeps accelerating. I'm super curious to see what THAT's going (fractal beats? infinite tempos? I'm going to be famous!) What's fascinating here, is unlike jazz, which is at the whim of the performers; and even more unlike metal, which is at the whim of the writer; electronic music at the whim of the audience. DJs move in the directions people want to dance to. It's a new whole level of complexity, competely unpredictable.
What's beautiful is that in the case of jazz, all the innovation led to the discovery of the harmony and music theory equilvalent of a pot of gold. And with mathmetal, all the innovation led to the discovery of treasure in things like dissonance, polyrhythm, and the machinery of expectation/anticipation in terms of rhythm, struture, direction. But hardly anyone knows how to use it. It's like nuclear energy, so powerful no one knows how to use it right. It's like, Coltrane and Psyopus discovered these bubbling pits of creative juice, and they're just waiting for the orgy to begin. One day I imagine Psyopus will be studied at Berklee along with everything else lmao.
But yeah, to summarize:
1) There's all these untapped sources of musical knowledge that I know about.
2) The soul is all about being on the edge of chaos, feedback, strange loops.
3) Analyze not to emulate. Learn the rules so you can break them (everyone forgets this). Play with expectation, outsmart your listeners.
4) I'm going to be famous lmao (at least to myself)
But even being a musician with all of this wisdom, its difficult to follow. Your own expectations differ from the expectations of your listeners. What you hear is not what they hear. (but my approach has typically been to play what I want to hear and if ppl like it then awesome). Sometimes you can be so far out into chaos that your signal dies out and people tune out... people can't empathize with you anymore. There's a wndow between banal and random where things are significant. I believe it has to do with the nature of how neural networks learn in the cortex.
The problem is that everytime you learn a formula that works at outsmarting people, people catch on and outsmart you. So you have to evolve. This is the nature of evolution. This oscillation is the growth of intelligence. It's a constant game of poker.
What would be amazing would be to create a ListenBot that could learn music and evaluate its level of awesomeness. Maybe even have it generate music. And then it would listen to its own songs, and make new ones based off of its own expectations of itself. Have it be capable of emergeant complexity. Sit back and watch the whole thing evolve. Beautiful.
(6:28:43 PM) eMPERORCj: the other kind of shredding is the technical/classical stuff that follows logical arpeggios, which started in the 80s and is big in power metal/death metal/black metal and such
(6:29:00 PM) eMPERORCj: and thats left-brained
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March 11th - (Untitled)
March 10th - Hyperopus No. 1
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This composition is to be played in non-linear time.
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NO lmfao
"To be played near a black hole."
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I would have thought the numbers in your last two entry titles would have been switched. xD
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March 10th - (Untitled)
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 My peanutbutter addiction has reached a critical apex.
I've consumed almost 5 pounds thus far.
A few nights ago I ate a third of a jar of peanutbutter.
I was bolnoy to my stomach the next day.
Ann made me a get-well photoshop :)
Titled "lolpuns", I rather fancy it have something to do with chiefly fortitude and tie dye pee.
but i tiegree (disgree degree diegreat the greatest!) :{p
For the next few days I was rather put off by the idea of peanutbutter, a curious sensation. Thankfully, rest assured, my love for it returned (true love persists in the absence of superficiality)
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FIVE POUNDS!?
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o.o
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yet i remain hitstealth fit, bzoomny in most ways
ys
"it's like ways"
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March 9th - The Bedwetter Chronicles, Part V
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Waking up this morning under the covers, I was convinced I was in the bathroom and I really had to go pee. Having been fooled like this before, I double checked. "Okay, let's try that again. I'm out in the hallway, okay, now I open the door, I'm in the bathroom, I sit down on the toilet. Am I really on the toilet? Let's see. Yes. Yes I am, I can feel it. It's okay to go pee. WAIT. WAIT!! Let me do that again just to make triple sure, because I've been fooled like this before. Wait. NO IM UNDER THE COVERS. *gets up and runs to bathroom*
I made it just in time.
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Part Five?
Oh my. . .
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March 6th - Booogantythsths
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Hey
LMAO writing in my own handwriting is amazing.
I realized something about myself, and my social habits.
I'm a loner with tons of friends.
xD
And I figured out the geometry to it.
Essentially, I prefer to do tons of awesome stuff on my own, so I can blow people's minds about it later. That's what really gets the knives stabbing in my milk-plus. If I hang out too much, I miss out on my alone mind. If I lone out too much, I miss out on everyone else's minds (and what their alone minds discovered, feeding into me, and so on). Some of my best thinking is done with other people. Some of my best thinking is done on my own.
It's like, often, you have an INCREDIBLE hang out, and you need time to absorb what just happened. If you continue the hang out to a bitter end, sometimes you're just hanging on by a thread of habit, sometimes parts of memory-integration are lost. Also, if you have an INCREDIBLE alone day, you want to be around others (before your mood/memories/epiphanies pass) so other people can absorb your glow, and feed back into you.
Breaking down rigidity in either habit. The taking-for-grantedness. What it really comes down to is oscillation. Too much of one yields desire for the other. And it's like a swing: if you want to get higher, you can't just perpetually push yourself in one direction; you have to move with the pendulating momentum.
But even more ultimate is the combination (working on projects FOR other people (when I'm alone) / exploring the universe and going on adventures WITH other people.) And even MORE ultimate is feedback. (Hanging out, drawing a picture about the hang out when I'm alone, looking at the picture the next time we hang out, making a clomoid about how we looked at the picture, writing about all of it when I go home)
Tangent t/o: look at this picture. Turns out senile dementia is the result of ultra-self-referencing neurons XD. So many thought tangles one cannot even think!
College is called "uni" here.
People add "as" to the ends of things with major emphasis.
"Dude that's sweet as."
I like to think of it as a simile without comparison. (because sometimes there's just none)
They drink Mother energy drink. Energy drinks are EVERYWHERE, kiwis love their adreneline.
My flatmates are James (Psych student from Australia and the awesomest dude ever,), Gemma (kiwi, EMT, habitual smoker and insomniac, very left-brained, full of fascinating stories of people dying in front of her, reminds me of House, often sneaks us into her ambulance), and Krista (American, we tied her up in a blanket after we made a fort last night in the living room lmao). We're like a family.
Marmite is a popular condiment/spread thing made from yeast. I thought it was kind of salty+bitter at first, but within a few days I learned to like it. Actually, I'm in love with it. Actually, it's quite fascinating: I can picture my subjective feelings of how it tasted every day this week, and it gradually becoming more awesome as.
The Australian version is Vegemite, which is essentially the same thing, although James and Gemma endlessly debate the superiority of their country's yeast spread. After my jar is bugger all gone, I reckon I'll skvat a vegemite, and I'll see once and for all.
I LOVE doing the dishes.
I weaseled my way out of doing them, or even learning HOW to do them, or what it was like, my whole life.
Like, I remember there was one night in Amherst last month, when Ann and I did all the dishes (to be nice, being guests and all), and I had little idea of what I was doing ("wait, do I put this in the dishwasher after I clean it with a sponge? or is that redundant? what am I supposed to put in the dishwasher? why put anything in the dishwasher when I can just clean it. I don't understand ._.")
It's fascinating, the fact that my mom cleans everything in the whole house and cooks everything for us, it's like this fact I've never empathized with, totally ignoring all ethical implications, blind to points of view.
On Wednesday I played in a netball game. It's this New Zealand sport. Basketball raped ultimate frisbee and out came netball. It's totally a game of position and passing. I sat out the first game and a half, trying to figure out the strategy and such, but once I started playing it was a totally different story. Objective learning != subjective. I was a center. There's defence, center, and offence, and each is restricted to their half of the court (like a Venn Diagram). Interestingly, Leo was there! He was amazing. He'd pass it, and then SHOO like lightning he'd be in the like perfect position to receive the next pass, ahead in the court, and BAM basket. He was so fast he was like passing it to himself the whole time XD (lol)
I live in Ilam Village. It's essentially full of Americans. Everyone knows me. The hair predominately makes me easy to remember. But also my awesomeness and my bizarre antics.
blue brain project!
holy crap, brain simulations. >< We're going to learn so much. Like, psychopharmacological simulations? Whoa! WHOA! I want to like, drop out of school and join this project lmao. I find it fitting that science is finally realizing that reductionism only goes so far, and due to the nature of chaos, complexity, and emergent behavior, one needs to actually see an entire system running as a whole to make further progress in understanding.
Been listening to tons of audio books, while I go on walks and such. V.S. Ramachandran (neuroscience dude) is awesome as. Everytime he rolls his r's I get nerd butterflies . I listened to him talk about synesthesia. Amazing. What blew my mind was this girl who was colorblind yet in numbers had the sensation of colors she couldn't see in the real world . Martian colors she called them. Holy crap. Could I make myself see a fourth color synesthetically? Wtf is qualia? Do bats experience color in their own way? Do rhinos use color for smell? Synesthesia is innate in all of us, and he argues it's responsible for the formation of protolanguage, that certain sounds have a tendency to connect with other sensations in the brain. WHICH is totally awesome and related to Terence McKenna's DMT glossolalia.
"Create an object with your voice"
*tests*
Booogantythsths
LMAO i pictured this humped snail-snake with an awkward look on his face, dragging along this floppyslimed tail that's like 3-5 tails allslimedtogether
Mad glosso.
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LMAO @ the dish washing in Amherst.
I MISS YOU!
Write on my Facebook wall because I will forget to check this bitch.
Lol, I have a interesting dream to share with you. AIM at some point.
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Andrew,
I just wanna drink you up
like an Anbrew
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LMAO, CJ.
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"I'm a loner with tons of friends."
I can totally relate to that. And your statements afterwards!
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March 5th - Ann Raped by the Universe
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Many thanks go out to the butterflies, the rectangles, our Chief, Alice, the human reproductive fractal, the perpetually non-existent child, oriental rugs, virtual reality, future algorithms turning old video recordings into 3D simulations, Trixie, the christmas tree, the vacuum cleaner, the finger paint, awesome friends, thismakesense, canvas me, and the universe for being all the more colorful the longer you hold it in.
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:O glad to see you like my bike oh droog.
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Oh my....
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S A J J M A [M] F J 2009
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