A Parable which Signifies Nothing

The tooth becomes aware of itself. Aware of itself as a tooth, unique, separate, within something foreign to it. It passes through bone the way we pass through air only much more slowly, making its way to the heart. It has no senses, and yet it has sense. It senses the center of its universe and decides to make a home there. It will never realize that to do so not only will kill it, but the very universe in which it is situated.


http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LSnXjE66tvQ

Up Jumped the Devil by Nick Cave

Great song, fantastic lyrics, awesome video.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3J3QHzbK9jY

Still the Same by Bob Seger

Whenever I feel blue, down, depressed I have a littany of songs that make me feel better. None more so than this one.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YkfJ3zMIlO0

Free Will

I had the opportunity recently to discuss free will and fate with a couple of friends. I confessed that the older I get, the more difficult it is for me to imagine that our will is truly free in the sense that we believe it is. The desires that we act on are not truly our own. We had no choice in acquiring them, they come stock with our hardware. What few choices we do have are also governed by the environment in which we find ourselves born. You aren't going to find any presidents born in the ghetto.

We choose, yes, to sink or swim in the muck we've become accustomed to. We can choose to escape, to stay, to do or not to do, but the dichotomy is always between one or the other thing. Seldom do we find ourselves with a multitude of choices and when we do, don't we mostly become overwhelmed by them, and try to narrow them down?

We do choose, but only from what we know. Most of what we choose is from yesterday's pre-conditioned responses, and is reacting the same a choosing? Is repeating out of habit still a choice?

The problem with the notion of choice is that it subsumes everything underneath it. Choosing not to choose is itself a choice, according to the free will folks, and it is here I am reminded of Frost pondering two roads and taking the less beaten of the two paths, not because he wanted to grow up to be a poet, but rather because he wanted to take a path that less people had traveled. He wanted to stand out, to be special, to be one of the few.

I once lived in a great wide womb where all my desires were accounted for and I wanted nothing. It was then that I realized that I was dying for a lack of this desire. That I needed the banana to be just out of reach so I had the motivation to do what had to be done to get it. And that has been the greatest and most difficult choice of my life: escaping my desire to get everything I want.

“When all of your wishes are granted,
many of your dreams will be destroyed.”
-Marilyn Manson

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=m6VojYGrnpg

even language is path 0 logized
a medium without a message
mean. median. and average.
like vapor over a semantic sewer.

language is a lover
language is enslaved
language is a liar
language cannot relate to anything
itself? a dead echo, a verbal doppler.

meaning? it is crucified to music
wraught of silence and self-annihilating

words become fetishized when flesh becomes verbal
acting? better to be the object
derision? scorn and bile.
common? better to be hated, feared, and vulgar
than ignored.

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Just One Fix by Ministry

This video boasts the greatest number of puking scenes:

http://vids.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=vids.individual&videoid=1314845#

This is A Lie

Once again, Robert Smith has figured out the key to everything...

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=weNf243anEY

Love is an open heart,
all else is mere addiction

Baby Turns Blue

Craptastic. This is becoming a blog of my all time favorite songs... Baby Turns Blue by the Virgin Prunes.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IimsciWwHHk

If You Tolerate This, Your Children Will Be Next

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cX8szNPgrEs

One of the greatest songs of all time...