A tulpa, or not a tulpa?

Ever heard that word? Tulpa. It has nothing to do with tulips, tumblers or anything else in the realm of biology. A tulpa is a thoughtform given life. Though, that's of course not all of it. A tulpa is a being created, or given life, by willpower alone. It could be an exact copy of your own body, or look completely different, it depends on what shape it is given by the person or persons imagining it, and I suspect it would also depend on what it's purpose is. So, from what I've understood, there are 2 forms of tulpas. One that is created by a single person, often a yogi of some kind, who have achieved such a knowledge and insight that he can even disassemble his own body in order to fool death. Of course, creating a tulpa is not a hard thing for such a person, since he must have an exceptional will. The other is one created by a group of people, either trough superstition, or consciously creating it in order to reach a certain goal. The first one mostly only lasts for a short time, since it takes a lot of will and focus of the people/person who created it for it to last. But if a group of people create it, with the right methods and devote enough thought to it, it can last past the death of it's creators. In some cases the tupla exists as more of a spiritual being, with no way of influencing the physical world, in others it can manipulate the matter just like us. The difference is that since it is made from several peoples thoughts, it is a lot stronger than normal people in both body and mind. Hence, if a person loses control of it, it might end up killing it's creator. Sorta like Frankenstein and his monster. Ever said that you wanted two of you to manage everything you have to do? Well, think about long and hard enough and you might get what you wish for. Though, if you lose control, you might end up killed by your own thoughts and will. Still, I wouldn't mind getting to know how to make a tulpa. It might come in handy...

The future: It's coming for you

Well, a lot of things are happening lately that I find quite interesting. A lot of which I've heard about trough Warren Ellis blog/page/library or whatever you wanna call it. First of, we might soon be able to ditch our cellphones, mp3 players, and laptops, since we might be carrying our tech on us in the future. Or at least when the pucks gets smaller that is. Hell, I'd probably use em now if I could, and they actually did something that is. But that's getting ahead of the development I suppose. Still, I kinda hope we can use this to carry around more or less whatever we want to. Imagine what a hacker might do with this... It should come as no surprise that I have a stupid little smile on my face. This is the future I've dreamed of, and it's starting to appear right in front of me. Then we have what might be ice on Mars. Which sets of another line of thoughts of people hunting Marsian mega wombats, equipped with a thin coat of "pucks" that check their medical status, their position, metrological conditions, meteors about to enter the atmosphere, and where the damned wombats are. As well as making sure we know the latest news, who's wining the Milky Way Olympics this year, what color goes with the atmospheric changes on Mars this time of year, and so on. So, soon we'll be living on Mars, and having our own personal computer attached to our skin in the form of a small network of little "pucks" using the skin as a relay. Just remember to take them off before getting into a bathtub, and you should be fine.

A few days into the cold

I got up about 1 and a half hour ago. I'm still eating breakfast, my hair looks like someone made if from concrete and firecrackers, and I have to convince people to give me money so that I don't have to pay as much rent on a monthly basis. Other than that, I need to do some gardening, and get my head out of my tiny dick so that I actually do the finishing touches on that humongous essay I wrote some time ago. This is my "to-do" list of today. And I have to buy noodles. And survive on those for 20 days. Something tells me I'm gonna hate noodles after those days are trough. Oh, and I'm tagging along as a friend does some other stuff, mostly involving tattoos and piercings from what I understood. This is my day, as far as I know, before it's really begun. Sometimes you just want a pocket universe where you could hide out and do all the things you want to do that you don't have the time for in this. My god, that would come in handy. In other news: there's a mocking bird outside my window. It's sitting on this branch of a small tree, swaying in the wind, apparently mocking me with it's weird laughter. What are these god damned animals? Here, read this while I'm gone. It's a article about why time goes one why, how this explains the universe, big bang happened, and why that doesn't really matter anyway. Plus, it's supported by the second law of thermodynamics. Or, it's a theory about all this at least. Either way, awesome stuff.

A cold and what passed and followed

I'm getting one. I'm not certain of it. It feels as if my throat is a small one person elevator in some shitty easter Europeans hostel, where the elevator itself looks more like a big birdcage hauled up and down with a great old chain. This elevator has stopped in the middle and two world championship sumo wrestlers have just got on. Needless to say, it's uncomfortable. And from the way my throat is feeling, I'd say they're having a cage fight in there. And since this is a day where I've only slept 3 hours to prepare for it, having washed clothes for another 7 hours starting at 7 in the morning, and just got in from cutting my lawn, the timing is perfect. Then I have some other stuff to do. First I need to get some food. I'm starving to death right now. Then I need a shower, or getting hit by a ocean for a few hours, doesn't really matter which. I still need to fix those last few details on my essay, vacuum the floor, do the dishes, and get to bed. After I've folded the last of my laundry, and made the bed of course. Though I suppose it's not all bad. I spoke to an American friend of mine for 3 hours via IM, which was nice. I got into a YouTube argument with a creationist (cheap entertainment). I like taking showers, so I have no idea why I mentioned it before. And hey, Alien is showing on the tele in a hour. Nifty. I had some other thoughts though. For instance, while fighting the laundro-bots, I started to think about law. To be more precise, what the purpose of the law is. I think most of us knows that laws are for maintaining society. They protect us, society, and the bond between us. But then I started to wonder, which of these are it's main purpose to protect? The law (and I don't mean the cops here) seems to be made to preserve society. Based on British liberalism, the purpose of society is to create a safe environment for the people in it. This is achieved by them giving up some of their freedom in exchange for safety. The idea is that the people agree to let different parts of the administration take care crime, and they don't take matters into their own hands and obey the law. If you break the law, you are no longer a part of the society one might say. So you either get locked up, or thrown out of society. But what happens if you can't leave society? If you don't have a choice? The media keeps telling us that we can become super successful movie star-esque people if we only buy this, do that, worship Xenu, or some other bullshit. The truth is, we can't. There can only be so many successful people at the same time, because if everyone is successful, they just become ordinary people. It doesn't really matter that you get attention, what matters is what you get attention for. Take the last years party stars for instance. And for the record, they're just as pathetic that anyone of us would be if we did the same things. They're famous for acting like idiots. Much like the stars of shows like Jackass and Dirty Sanchez. A comparison both of these groups of people hopefully find offensive. Now, if a you get famous for being a idiot, which is simple, why waste time actually developing any talent, when you can just as well get partial fame by running naked trough central London wearing a sword and a feather boa, high as a kite on heroin? I getting away from the point though. The one about law. The point is, essentially, that society is a system were born into. We don't really have a choice. And if we don't have the financial power to leave the system for another, or leave it entirely, what choice do we have? The only thing we can do is try to adapt, and if the only way we have of doing this is to emulate what we learn through our senses, and education has been more or less replaced by movies and television, what then? We become the intellectual caveman of society, that's what. Some inspiration gotten from Penny Red. Go read her blog, it's quite good, since I have to actually think when I read it.

Laundry Day

Which, not unlike Garbage Day(!) is, quite an unpleasant thing to experience. At least if you're me. Not that it's not nice to have clean clothes and linens, but what comes before that is a pain. Usually, I force myself to rise at an ungodly hour that is closer to when I go to bed than to when I get up, smelling badly, since I haven't bothered showering, since it's laundry day after all. You shower on laundry day, not before. This day however, is worse. I'm stressed, since I haven't payed my bills yet, I've got acid reflux, which is annoying, but entirely my own fault. Unless the food industry counts for making too acidic food or something... And I seem to be developing a headache. I never have headaches. Oh, and since it's laundry day, I look like a combination of a drug addict and a hobo. A nice one though, so that's a plus I suppose. At least I don't look like Wolverine from the X-men, like I did yesterday when I got up... I'm still not sure if that's good or bad though. Either way, I look like the kind of dude who says "dude!" a lot. Which would be fine if I was the Iron Monger, and had to fight Tony Stark. In a cave. Made from scraps.

Before bed posting

Just felt like I had to update. Not that I really have anything to say at the moment, but still I have to say it. One thing I could say is that Ghost in the Shell is probably the reason why I've developed an interest in politics. Not that you would have noticed that here. I don't write about it at all really, since I feel I don't know enough about it. Sure, I consider myself a liberal Marxist, but I'm not sure how true that statement really is. Let me clarify: I think that a Marxist economy would be the best one, while I'm more fond of a liberal political view, since I'm not entirely comfortable with handing over all the power and money to the same people. It is their job, and we have ways of making sure they do it, but they're still just people after all. Another thing, quite related to the first actually, is that Cowboy Bebop got me into bebop. Sounds kinda dumb, but that's the truth. Charlie Parker is a new favorite for instance, but I still have loads that I've yet to listen to, and more so that I need to listen to some more to get a feel for it. Actually, this is true for music in general, even though I can easily spend 10 hours a day listening to music I don't seem to hear it. Maybe I should stop doing other things at the same time... Though I'd probably have to stop sleeping for that to work out, or actually start doing things efficiently from now on. Either way, I suppose I should be going to bed now. Got laundry in 4 hours, which means I'm gonna be incredibly tired the entire day tomorrow. I tend to sleep around 10 hours normally (meaning when I don't have to get up) so it's gonna be a bit rough. Still, better than skipping sleep entirely, which I've actually done a few times. Not recommended.

The movie movies

Anyone associated with these movies, even by distant relation, needs to die. If you like them, you need to die too. Or at least be deported to the planet formerly known as a planet. The problem with air, water and power you'll have to figure out on your own as soon as you get there. Unless the hail of nuclear warheads miss you as you leave earths orbit that is. Either way, these are another bunch of movies on my list of movies that I'm desperately trying to repress. When I see a shrink in 10 years because I've hit the wall, I'm just gonna sit there and say name after name of awful movies until the shrink kills himself from desperation. Unless he somewhere along the line says that he likes one of them. Then I'll end up in a mental hospital. Hopefully they'll have better taste in movies than my shrink though...

Favorite musicvideo of the moment

My mind feels numb now. I'm so filled with emotions I don't know what I'm feeling. It's just that incredible...

Light

It that time of day when it is light outside, but the sun haven't gotten above the horizon yet. There's something incredible about it, even though I more or less know how it works. This also means I'm either up very early, or very late. Wanna guess which? I'm off to 4 and a half hours of sleep before I have to go to school, which requires me to use my brain, which won't be working as it should because of sleep deprivation. Yey me, indeed.

I rule

My work here is done. My essay, who turned into a 30-pages monstrosity (in a good way) is finished! I could have finished it yesterday, but then I would have missed this awesome hangover I'm currently sporting. It really is quite the number on my poor brain. As soon as I woke up it felt like I was hit by a catapult in the forehead. But, the modern wonders of today have curred me! Junk food, television and drugs have reanimated my withering bones, and am now a tap dancing skeleton in desperate need of moving. Come Wednesday I'll be doing some serious parkour all over town. It's probably going to be oh so very sweet, too bad no one I know around here reads this, or they could have joined me... Oh well, more space for me!

Regarding the art of aimlessly walking

A flâneur dreams this place, while passing by. And yet it barely touch his mind. The gallery lays in a fog, to him it's clear. And either way he doesn't care his purpose is just to be. _________________________________ The city, a playground. He watches, never joins in. All alone, but in bliss. In the city, there is nothing amiss. The corner, a friend. The street name, an ally. In the alley, he walks. While the building, to him talk.

What is parkour?

I'm sure some of you wonders this, and some of you think they know what it is. Though most people I've talked to don't really know, and it's easy to get confused. First of, parkour and free runing is not the same thing. Parkour is all about efficiency. You move forward with the purpose of moving forward. You don't stop and do a flip, because it doesn't really have any purpose. Free Running, on the other hand, although closely related to parkour, is mostly about aesthetic. You do flips, wall spins and such, because you want to and it looks and feels good. It more or less the same thing, but the purpose of the movement is different. David Belle, the founder, was highly inspired bu his father Raymond Belle, who as a child grew up in the brewing Vietnam conflict. His father, Davids grandfather, died as a result of the turmoil, and when Vietnam was divided Raymond was separated from his mother. He ended up in the French Army, where he received training and got the perform dangerous scouting missions. Once he got back to France, he became a military fireman, and somewhere along the line go in contact with Méthode Naturelle, Georges Hérberts theory and training based on natural movement. This would highly influence what is parkour and free running today. Raymond became somewhat of a hero in the fire department, and was a source of inspiration and strength for David. He died in 1999, but some of his spirit lives on thought parkour, I'd like to think. Now you know the background, or at least the short version of it. If you know French you can probably find out a lot more if you want to. Either way, parkour is all about using your body. We live in cities, but are trapped in them as well. We go only where there is roads, walk around walls and buildings. A traceur (parkour practitioner) does not. He, or she (traeseus), view each of these artificial confinements as an obstacle. And makes it a goal to overcome them. We climb, we jump, but we also train and fall. None of the people you see jumping around like lunatics on YouTube started out that way. Progress is made slowly, but steadily. When you've trained daily for almost 10 years, then you can start jumping between buildings. Most people who start doesn't realize just how much the most ambitious traceurs train. Several times a week, or daily, for several hours. I only train 6-8 hours a week, and that very little compared to others. But, it also depends on how long you've trained. If you're all new, start with maybe one session a week. Then move to two, then after a few months maybe, you increase when you feel ready. It's all about knowing your body, and what you can do that sets the limits. If you're not sure you can make it, don't try. If you have made it before, maybe on lower hight, get used to the hight first, then do it. It's an ongoing process of expanding both your physical and mental abilities. But don't go and get cocky either, you might hurt yourself that way too. Parkour is trained for your own sake. It's a great boost to confidence and your body as well. But only as long as you do it right. Of course it's dangerous, but security is very important to us. If I break my leg, I can't train for months. So I make sure I don't break my leg. If you keep in your mind that it's about evolving, not being better than anyone else, not about showing off, not about making money or anything like that, you'll be fine.

Terminal brain speed

I'm back. My mind works again, and how it's working. It's moving in such amazing speed and with such graze that I'm almost afraid to get up in the morning. It might be because I've recently taken to drinking copious amounts of tea, which contains caffeine. And we all know that caffeine is a good way to boost the gray lump of flesh upstairs. Luckily, I kinda need that right now, since I have to write ca 20 pages until this Sunday. I've got about 7 so far, so I'm not too worried really. Most of those I wrote yesterday, so that only proves my theory further. I didn't mention that? My theory is that the brain can be boosted into working at least twice as fast as it normally does using perfectly legal substances all found at your local convenience store. So far I've come up with the following: tea or coffee, doesn't matter which, they contain more or less the same amount of caffeine anyway. Though if your desperate, you could use both, or use instant coffee in suicidal amounts to get stuff done while skipping sleep. Not recommending this one though, since it makes you slightly more retarded than usual for a day or two afterwards before your brain can function as normal again. Then we have energy drinks, who does more or less the same thing as coffee and tea, except for the added effect of loads of sugar. You need a few cans, but after that you'll notice that your movement and your thought are a bit out of sync. This is a sign that you've successfully boosted your brain, but it doesn't last as long as tea (my favorite) so I'd advice it as an extra boost when the tea or coffee starts wearing of. My thought it that the caffeine makes the heart beat faster, which increases the blood flow, which of course provides the brain with extra oxygen. The sugar is the only thing that the brain actually uses, so that's always good. The problem with energy drinks is that the sugar gets absorbed too fast, which leads to your brain slowing down instead of speeding it up. So, to counter this, you need sugar that works slower and provides a constant supply of energy to the gray one. Fruit is actually the best thing here. Kinda boring though. Now, what would happen if you had access to a tube of oxygen, a lot of coffee and tea, adrenaline syringes, and a supply of slow sugar that is a bit more exciting than fruit? We need to know this, it might be imperative to my studies, and if I'm lucky, the results will be mind blowing. Literally.

Our actions do not tell about us, they change who we are

Ever thought about the fact that we act differently towards different people? I hope you have, otherwise you slacking on the rest of the human race you know. Does this mean we change personality as well? How much does an altered behavior change us? If I set up several different accounts and keep them separate, and try to invoke them with different personality's, are they still me? Or are they someone else? Do we have a myriad of different persona's in our heads? And how do they affect our main one. The one known as the self. Actually, they're probably all the same originally. But, what if, throughout acting, writing, role playing and so on, we tap into these different parts of your self? What if we could, in this way, actually alter our own personality's? Can we become someone else by focusing so much on one of our made up characters, that we become that character? Have you been acting differently lately? A sudden change of habit? Started speaking your mind more than usual? Have your taste in music, clothes, movies, books, lifestyle, haircuts, men, women, etc, changed recently? Are you still there?

Y.T the hero

Late upon a midnight dreary, while I lounged around at home naked, and tried to lure my temporarily demented cat to get the fuck inside, I came across a damsel in distress. Actually, she came across me, standing naked in the door to my minuscule backyard, calling out angrily at my cat. Turns out she was the reason my cat refused to move. No, she was not the wicked witch of the north or anything. Just some collage girl trying to get inside the house. She wasn't even a cat burglar clad in latex boots, to my great disappointment. Either way, she asked me if I could open the door. I hurried inside, and put on my shining armor, which for some reason looks exactly like my bathrobe, and went to her rescue. I opened the door, she came inside. Turns out she needed to get to the building next door, which is connected to this one trough some corridor or something. I didn't have a key there, so I said sorry. She thanked me as I returned once more to my castle. Not very enthusiastically or anything, but I suppose I looked more like the Robed Perv than the Knight of the Moon and Sun, so that's acceptable I suppose. Either way, she should really get a key so she doesn't have to ask dead tired people standing naked in doors insulting their cats for being slow in the middle of the night. That sentence is pure genius. Just thought I'd point that out.

Ze Doktor iz IN

I love comics. I'm not ashamed to say so. But as with many things, I'm a bit of an elitist when it comes to plot and art. If either isn't to my liking, I can't read it. Same goes for movies, tv-shows, you name it. Either way, Ellis is one of my favorite authors when it comes to comics. Thing is, I only really love his sci-fi work. Sure, I like superhero comics from time to time, and Bad World was awesome, although I've heard about some of it before. But, it's the stories about the future that interests me the most. Spider Jerusalem taking on the President of the United States armed with a bowel disruptor, his brains, and of course his filth assistants. Global Frequency fighting to save mankind from most about anything really. There's just something about these stories that remind me of the first time I read Snow Crash, and the mental orgasms it caused. It's the near future, and I can actually see before me how we might end up there. A harmful memetic idea spreads throughout the populace, and we need to find the right idea to counter it. Sure, memetics are not really accepted yet, but I hold no doubt it soon will. And with the discovery, and realization of just how big Anonymous is, I kinda feel like taking up the quill myself. Anonymous is a stand alone complex that operates trough memes, with no leadership, and no clear similarity between members. It could turn into the worlds largest and most dangerous terrorist organization, consisting of thousands of different cells. Or it could possibly form any number of covert organization, with time even end up with wast political influence. Sure, it's not likely, but that's hasn't really stopped anything so far, has it? Either way, I was going to say that Doktor Sleepless, so far, is awesome. I'm still not sure the Doktor is actually real or not, considering that part about the tupla. But I guess I'll have to wait and see for myself eventually. Oh, and the grinder symbol is fucking awesome. If I actually knew what it stands for, I might get a tattoo with it. Hell, I might get it anyway.

Just Another Day

A few days ago I was in a rush. I was supposed to have written a disposition for a ca 20 pages long essay about parkour, and how the city change our movement, and how we in turn adapt to overcome the city. But thing hadn't gone as planed, and I was running late. I listened to Death From Above 1979 a hour or so before I actually left home, and with Dead Womb as the metronome for my feet, I jumped on my orange (spray painted) Swedish military surplus bicycle. I had soon achieved quite good speed, and where racing trough the green areas around my flat, heading towards the towering shape of the University. The sun shined, and the wind played, and I could feel the gravel hitting the wheels as I made my way over the dirt roads. Not that any of this really matters much, I had an alright idea, and I got the help I needed to evolve it further. But for some reason, I remember that I thought, as I was about to cross a road, that this should be documented somehow. That precise moment seemed so very important. The light stress, the nice weather, me looking good, and for a change actually feeling kinda good too. Maybe it was the adrenaline, or maybe I just needed to get out and move a bit, but those 10-15 minutes was an almost perfect moment. And I wish there where more of those...

The Multiself

Who am I when I go online? Do I change my behavior, my appearance, my gender? Am I even human? All of this depends quite a bit on who you are, and what patterns you follow while at your computer. Some play games where they turn themselves into great heroes, cunning thieves, powerful and wise wizards, and so on. Others might alter their personality, for instance you might be more outspoken than normally when debating something, or you might just go around and troll and flame, just because you never do when you're being you. I have several different personality's when I go online. When I blog for instance, a certain aspect of me tend to dominate. The thing with blogging though, it that (in my case) you shift from subject to subject. And even if one part of my personality dominate, I incorporate several other parts of my mind into one. Though this makes me wonder, are all these parts me? For instance, one of my persona's belongs to the Urban Dead universe. (I have several I might add.) She is a short, blond girl, a bit older than my real self. This is all just appearance though. Her personality is that of a mental patient. Her vast imagination, and tendency to create stories, imagining all kinds of places, persona's and adventures, did with time become as real as the real world. Reality became another extension for her mind, and in a sense, reality didn't exist for her. Because of this, she has killed several people, none of them deserving to be killed, and is now regarded as Kill on Sight by one of the games largest groups. The thing is, how much do I have in common with the characters I create? What does it mean that 2 of my 3 characters in this game are mad, for instance? Maybe I just wanted to explore madness for a while, but I also believe that every person have the potential for any kind of emotion, any kind of change in personality. So maybe what I explored was not the topic of madness, but my own madness? And than we have the fact that all 3 of my characters are in some way on the wrong side of the law. First we have the crazy killer girl, then we have the pirate who, after having been adrift in a lifeboat for some time, got his brain fried by the sun. And third we have the former mafia boss. The mafia boss is actually the only of my characters who likes to take part in planing, tactics, and those kinda things. So, am I a latent criminal lunatic? Well, I'm not much for order, I believe laws are often flawed and ineffective, but I haven't really found a reason to brake any major once. Maybe there is actually some things I have in common with my characters? My blond psycho-killer girl, for instance, we both like suits and stories. I have quite the imagination I've been told, and I like to write a bit from time to time. All theses things are similar with the character, so maybe it isn't just a made up character, maybe it's an exaggeration of my own personality? Which makes we wonder even more, if the characters I create are, or maybe become a part of me, who am I? Can I say that these traits are something that defines me as a person? Or would that only be one part of me? Sure, most of us have a way the tend to act towards friends, towards family, and so on. This is of course all part of us, so why wouldn't these other's be?

Israeli News Report on Scientology

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First serious tv-coverage on Scientology so far. Lot's of people seem to be unaware that only a tenth or so of the organizations part of Scientology are actually open about it. The drug rehab organization Narconon is one example. According to their own research they're number one when it comes to getting people clean. This is of course not true, in fact, according to sources unaffiliated to Scientology and their puppet organizations, Narconons program is less effective than the well known 10 Steps Program. While other programs succeed in 15% of their cases, Narconon claims a 70% success rate. Only comparing the numbers reveals that there is something weird going on. If it was that easy to cure people of an addiction, wouldn't we have a lot less addicts running around? Then we have the Scientology organization's War on Psychiatry. Basically they're trying to ban Psychiatric treatment and the prescription of psychiatric drugs. Not only in the US, but in the entire world. Sure, it may sound a little tin-foil when I say they're aiming for the entire world. But they see it as their mission to save the entire planet. Or at least the people that's not at the top does. What David (the leader) and his friends are after is probably more along the lines of bad comic book villains plans of world domination. Then we have their practice of creating a file on everyone that joins, and making them reveal everything about their past. This gives them a lot of dirt to pressure members with in case they think about leaving the organization. Or at least to make sure they remain silent about what they know. But enough ranting. Watch the news report, and go to the protest tomorrow at the 12th.

Update on: Anonymous vs. Scientology

As you know if you have any sort of attention to what's going on in the outside world, the conflict goes on. And as things escalate, more and more people finds out about it. The Church of Scientology has of course tried to stop the protester by exposing them on YouTube, making a video about the dangerous cyber-terrorist organization known as Anonymous (which contains at best half-truths, and at worst pure lies), and having their lawyers send threatening letters to protesters. But since they don't really have anything to pin on anyone, they can only threaten the unfortunate Anons. And I can call it threats, since they're accusing the protesters of illegal activities whiteout any proof, and saying that they will will contact legal services. The strange this is that they at first say that they've undertaken legal action, but at the end, they say that they will undertake legal action if the person in question doesn't stop what they're doing (alright, not in those words, but that's the message behind the words, so to speak). Then we of course have the protests that's been going on. The monthly ones have been successful each time, but there has also been smaller protest as well. Small groups of Anons have gone out and done "Hug-raids" as they call them. They essentially go out with signs saying "Free Hugs", dance around to the great Rick Astley, shout a little, sing a lot, these kinda things. At first I was skeptical to this approach, I didn't think it was consistent with the image of Anonymous, or something along those lines. But if you actually think about, who decides their image? I don't think anyone can, so saying that this or that isn't "right" would just mean that you haven't got the concept of Anonymous right. There are no real rules or guidelines. Sure, there is the raid-rules of course. "Ebaums did it" is another classic. But that's essentially it. Sure, I understand if someone thinks "Hug-raids" are fucked up, since Anon is supposed to be the dark sides of humanity. But who the fuck decided all of that? And what right did they have to do so? Sure, maybe they've lurked for years, but does that mean they're right? I welcome the chaos that is Anonymous. And it's quite clear if you compare the recent attack at forums for epileptics. Sure, it was a minor raid, and it kinda failed as well, since the attackers hadn't done their research. Either way, it gained some attention from major sites, and everyone complained about how awful it was. In the meantime these "Hug-raids" wear being carried out. Same "group", completely different methods and motives. Either way, I'm getting a bit carried away here. So I'll just provide with a little reading that was massive win. First of, the indisputable best article about Anonymous and Scientology so far. Then we have a famous academics take on this whole thing. And thirdly a study of digital media based on the conflict. This third one isn't full of tech-terms and such, so don't worry about that. And I've recently gotten hold of an Israeli show that apparently kicked Scientology in the metaphorical nuts. It's a good show on a big national channel so at least in Israel Scientology seems to be in trouble. This in combination with the Anonymous protests. The leaders niece dropping out of the cult and starting an organization to help victims escape Scientology whiteout harassment. Germany branding them unconstitutional, as well as a list of other countries being critical towards them could very well be the final piss in a ocean of piss that breaks the floodgates and drowns the organization once and for all. At least one can hope.

Suddenly: Text!

I felt the urge to write something, but my mind kept jumping around trying to avoid moving in one straight line. Lost in a labyrinth of emotions and impulses I tried to focus. Then I realized something... This place looks like crap! But what exactly was this place? What dark pit of hell had I been cast into, and why? Who had done it, and what was their reason for it? Had my occasional jabs with insanity finally taken hold of me? Had I gone over the edge, or had I maybe become one myself? Too many question and too few answers. Things were getting out of hand, and that was only in my mind. Imagine what the rest of the world must look like by now. My straw hat had turned into something smaller and white. I had to actually feel to be sure that was the case. The sensation that passed trough me when I saw the hat I had on my hat laying in my hall was strange and exciting indeed, but also confusing and terrifying. Had I actually removed it myself? I could not recall. But I knew one thing: I had to get out of here. Now. (This was an attempt at a tribute to Hunter S. Thompson, in case you got confused.)

Movies and Life

Part of why I love movies (I've said so before, right?) is that they make you think about your own life. You get a new perspective on things, and in some cases a better one. Like a hour or so ago, I watched Juno for the first time. And a few days ago I watched Little Miss Sunshine. Juno made me think about my life, and Little Miss Sunshine made me think about my family. Both films made me realize that life and me and my family are awesome. Sure, my life doesn't have Juno soundtrack, or the awesome dry comedy in LMS, but sometimes it's just as good. And who needs a soundtrack when you got a few gigs worth of mp3s on your player anyway? So, where I'm going with this? Where the politics, the anger and despise for the human race I usually try to at least hint at? I have no idea. Maybe I've developed a new personality that takes over and secretly plots to throw society into anarchy with soap? Probably not, but hey, stranger thing have happened. Like that cat who predicts when people are about to die...

China and Tibet?

I've been aware of the situation for some time, but today I decided to try and get another view on the conflict. I didn't find anything that wasn't bullshit though, so the only thing that happened was that I got pissed of that there wasn't anyone giving me any real information about the Chinese view on the conflict. I know, hardly comes as a surprise, and I was in favor of Tibetan independence before this thing escalated, but at least I tried. The only thing I've found so far is a barrage of YouTube comments about Tibetan terrorist, western medias lies about the Chinese, and a few people advocating genocide of the Tibetan people. Seriously though, I think most people who have any concept of the ideas of freedom and democracy in general has some beef with the Chinese government. The fact that they obviously really like to censor things that are the least bit critical against the ruling party, anything western media reports on what's going on in China, and so on. So, this either means that the media from the rest of the world lies, or that Chinese media does, and the government doesn't want the people to see it. And this is a democracy how? Sure, some resctriction on freedom of speech is acceptable, just spewing hate and lies for instance, but people expressing their honest opinions in a factual and friendly way? And these are the things we know. Then there's a list of things we've heard, but are yet to be confirmed: Torture of political prisoners. Murder and organ harvesting of prisoners. Secret workers contracts, limiting the actions for people working abroad. This essentially turns factories in, for example, the United States into a part of China. Women given the choice between abortion, or losing their job. These things are not what worries me though. What really makes me worry, and should make anyone with half a brain worry, is the fact that a majority of the Chinese people doesn't seem to care about the obvious corruption and lies by their own government. If I was so inclined, I could compare the current China with Germany before the Nazis got into power. The only problem is, the dictators are already in power in China. The thought amongst the people is: "A strong China is a good China." But this does not take into account what this strength is based on. As long as most people are living comfortable lives with a decent income, they turn a blind eye towards their regime. Thought the fact that Steven Spielberg decided to quit his post as an artistic consultant for the upcoming Olympics in Beijing drew some attention to the situation, most the Chinese media called him "naive", and said that his time in Hollywood has affected his mind. Though I'm sure living in Hollywood will affect you, I'm also quite sure that Spielberg still has some sort of basic humanity in him. I mean, most people are for human rights, as long as they don't personally lose something because of them. I, for one, will boycott this years Olympics. Hopefully a few countries will do the same thing, but that's probably not very likely. Thought they might feel different if China invades Taiwan.

The End is Neigh

This scares the hell out of me. It looks like a decapitated mule with beehives strapped to it. And even though it's probably amazing in terms of technology, which I mostly love, it freaks me out to no end. Especially the way it always keeps it balance, and the fact that it moves like it does. It's like Bambi, if Bambi was a highly advanced robot prototype that is.

This one is much better. It seems less Intelligent, and doesn't move like animals. Plus it's a lot smaller, which means it won't kill you if it tackles you by mistake. It looks amazing under water though. I'm part terrified, part amazed at how far we've come in robotics. Hopefully we won't have to fight these things for out lives later on. Imagine hiding in a basement and hearing that buzzing noise the Big Dog makes... Though that's at least ten years into the future, so we might kill ourselves before that anyhow.

Clutered Space

Commercials. What images, slogans and logos flash trough your mind as your hear that world? If your anything like me hundreds of adds, commercials, billboards, jingles, posters and so on flashes before your minds eye. So, what's the problem then? Well, for one, my brain can be put to better use than storing 20 years of clever marketing. I doubt drugs would have a more lasting effect than the constant bombardment we go trough every day. Alright, some might, but have in mind that I'm against synthetic drugs for the most part, so those doesn't count. Anyhow, I found out about Culture Jamming a few minutes ago. I feel in love with this form of criticism. It seems to be quite free, so you can use it for more or less anything, the only thing that seems to be totally of is to use it for actual marketing. Most forms are bound to some sort of political criticism, questioning what something is, twisting an add into something completely different for instance. But it's hard to explain in words, so lets switch to video, shall we?

Political is good, but if your just looking for some fun, check out: Mario Boxes! I could probably go on for ages about this. Anonymous could be another example of Cultural Jamming mixed with hacktivism for instance, but I don't wanna rant. Oh, and that reminds me... Anonymous held it's second global protest on the 15th. As a result the Enturbulation.org forum is down. They need new severs to handle the extra workload. So the protests are yet again successful, it seems. Alright, one more video, but that's it!

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