Sunday, June 25, 2017

My Alternate Reality

Today - finally - after more than six months of playing Minecraft to escape the depressing so-called consensus reality of the post-Trump NWO, today, I finally switched my drug of choice to the game Fallout 4.

Amazing graphics (the landscapes are almost indistinguishable from photography), lots of puzzles and challenges, and enough of a storyline to keeping things moving along but also enough freedom to allow one to wander and explore a post-nuclear Massachusetts (the game is set in and around Boston).  

I downloaded the game this morning and almost immediately fell into some eight hours of gameplay. I'm only up to Level 3, but I've already survived a nuclear war and a cryogenic genocide, freed Concord, Mass. from insurgents and some sort of demon raptor, drained some guy's quarry by swimming in radioactive water because why not?, and eradicated New Bedford of zombies.  All this in heels and a red cocktail dress because somehow I accidentally picked the female character as my avatar (I'm still learning the basics of gameplay).

There are those who make a convincing case that the so-called consensus reality is actually just another future/alien computer game, so don't judge me if I'm substituting the Fallout 4 reality for your day-to-day reality. We're all caught up in the Matrix of our own choosing.

Saturday, June 24, 2017

We live in a world where if we lie to the government it's a felony, but if the government lies to us, it's politics.

We live in a world where trained cops can panic and act on impulse, but untrained civilians must remain calm with a gun pointed in their face.

We live in a world where wealth is mistaken for achievement, narcissism is mistaken for leadership, and condescension is mistaken for compassion.

Friday, June 23, 2017

My Office Today

After three and a half years of a windowless office next to the bathrooms, I finally got moved to a new office  today with not only an exterior window, but an interior glass wall as well for two whole walls of window. The picture above is from outside the office looking in and through to the outdoors.

So if you know me at all, you'll understand that my first dilemma was what song to play on my computer after I moved in - what should be the inaugural song for my new office?  After a few minutes of consideration (if you think about these things too long, you'll never come up with an answer), I decided to ring in the new with something old and familiar, and chose King Crimson's 1969 21st Century Schizoid Man. Old tunes for a new space, and something to rattle my new neighbors with.

But what kind of music is this, anyway? Metal? Prog rock? Jazz Fusion? All of the above?  The album In The Court of The Crimson King came out before any of those genres had yet been named, and in many ways it foresaw them all.  After some brief opening ambiance, the songs kicks in with some bruising metal, before building up (literally) to a metal-meets-psych-rock instrumental with jazz-fusion drumming and bass lines beneath.  The jazz fusion gets even more pronounced when the guitar leads are replaced by saxophones and then, as if the song hadn't yet traversed enough future genres, it breaks down to a stop-and-go sequence that presaged math rock before eventually returning to its proto-metal theme.

This song blew my young mind in 1969, and if I let it, it still can.  There was literally nothing  even remotely sounding like this in 1969, or for that matter, there was nothing remotely sounding like this elsewhere on In The Court of The Crimson King, which followed this hard rock album opener with the pastoral flutes-and-vocals ballad I Talk With the Wind before wandering off to other unidentifiable genres.

There weren't any other record covers that looked like this, either.  I made my poor parents buy In The Court of The Crimson King for me for Christmas (birthdays and Christmas being my major means of acquiring music back then, along with ripping off the Columbia Record Club), and I can just imagine the confusion the ordeal of adding that cover must have caused to their Nixon-era Christmas shopping ("Let's see now. Barbie for Donna? Check. Swimming goggles for Jackie? Check. Baseball bat for David? Check. Screaming alien nose-porn for Steve? Um, check.").  If it's any consolation, Mom, it was worth it, because I still treasure that recording this 48 years later. That's more than can be said about that Barbie.

But my point here is I got a new office.  

Wednesday, June 21, 2017

Before the beginning, before there was time or space or matter, there was potential.  Potential transcends time and space and matter, and existed before time and space and matter came into existence.

Before the beginning, there was potential

Tuesday, June 20, 2017

America collectively holds its breath and waits for the results of the Georgia Sixth District special election.  A turning point in modern political history, or just more of the same old disappointment?

UPDATE:  No turning point - same old disappointment.  America continues to flush itself down a toilet of its own creation.

I find it amazing that there's still a sufficient number of people here in Georgia stupid enough to send Karen Handel to Washington.   The only silver lining is that now we get to watch how Karen fucks this up, like she's done with every other position she's ever held.

The long national nightmare continues.