tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16543876250194301532011-12-02T08:35:52.471-05:00Musings on the felt presence of experience, the encounters with the others, and everything in between the cracks as we ride the galactic currents towards the impending eschaton.TheDanBaverhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09490807995730310027noreply@blogger.comBlogger341100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1654387625019430153.post-3314493593466230042010-02-13T22:00:00.003-05:002010-02-13T22:02:13.931-05:00

This whole "Nurture vs. Nature" thing is such a pointless argument. It's just simply the wrong question. See, perhaps one of the most fundamental aspects of being Human--though we've thoroughly forgotten about it--is that we do not exist independent from Nature; we are indeed part of Nature. Therefore, it would stand to reason that whatever nurturing influence we might give to a child, or a pet,

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Do not mistake Love for the word love Do not mistake Joy for the word joy. Do not mistake Pain for the word pain. Do not mistake your cat for the name you call him. Do not mistake God for the names we have for Him. Do not mistake Time for the clock on the wall. Do not mistake Language for the experience it is describing. ***

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Our civilization has perpetually attempted to figure out ways to make "work" more convenient, more efficient, and less time-consuming. This attempt is not unlike trying to catch your own shadow, and its (not necessarily unintended) consequence has been to separate us from any kind of joy that we might derive from our work; thus turning work into a chore that we'd rather avoid or even outsource.

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In episode 35 of Star Trek: The Next Generation (“The Measure of a Man”), Data finds himself on trial to determine whether or not he has sentience, thus determining whether or not he can be considered “property” of the United Federation of Planets, allowing his disassembly and study so that the “flaws” inherent in Data's positronic brain could be overcome, and a superior race of android could be

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This past weekend, my wife, my brother-in-law, and myself were at Playa del Fuego, which is a regional Burning Man event. I've never been to the actual Burning Man, the cost of such a trip has pretty much set it outside the realm of consideration for me, but the wonderful thing about Burning Man is that it's more of a concept than a fixed, sedentary event. Regional burns have emerged all over the

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On Thursday, August 28th, Comcast announced that starting October 1st, it would be implementing monthly bandwidth caps for residential customers. Comcast claims the cap is more than generous at 250 GB (which includes downloads and uploads) and insists that this is far more than what the median monthly data use is for residential customers.With all the talk recently of net neutrality, along with

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Post War Dreams is undergoing Creational Reassessment as I try and sort through all the SPAM that has infected my brain. In the meantime, enjoy these words of inspiration.

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I just wanted to share with you all a rather interesting (and- to me at least- profound) synchronicity I experienced earlier tonight...I was walking with Anne's two brothers (the older of whom is visiting here with his wife and two kids from L.A.) through their parent's neighborhood; A fairly typical suburban subdivision, once surrounded by a fair amount of woods, but in the past few years, the

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"Nothing Lasts...But Nothing Is Lost..."Anne came across this band a few months ago when we heard them playing in Wolfgang Books, a small bookstore in Phoenixville. They're called "My Morning Jacket." Anne obtained one of their albums and is quite fond of it, however I've only really heard them in passing. Tonight Anne came across this video of them from a performance at the Chameleon Club.

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This is an excerpt from a talk given by William 0. Douglas, Justice to the Supreme Court, to the Authors Guild Council in 1951. Though the enemy of the day was Communism, it doesn't take much effort to extrapolate the message to the situations we face today."The pre-eminent problem of this age is the invention of new institutions, new political methods for aligning the people of the world in a

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In this talk, given in 1995, Terence McKenna said:"History is the enunciation of the nearby presence of a transformational event."***Correction:*** I believe what Terence actually said is "History is the annunciation......" not enunciation. The statement seems to make more sense this way.The thoughts that emerged in my mind are:Human History; which when compared to galactic and cosmic time is a

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A Phoenix rises from the ashes.This is why the Internet is so amazing. This is part of its potential. Millions and millions of artists out there, sharing their visions for no other reason than to share art. Not for profit, not for fame, but to simply share art.This is one aspect of existence for which Industrial Capitalism has no tolerance. Everything about our existence- everything-, in the

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Credit goes to my lovely wife for finding this one.

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"The images of broken lightsScream to me a thousand liesTremendous potential yet we turn to painAnd choose to collapse the universe in vain."Yes,while taking a walk, I was listening to Across the Universe by the Beatles (the cover from the movie of the same title) on the trusty iPod, and paired with the surrounding, ubiquitous gaudy displays of tired traditions... and this is what came to

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Here are two excerpts from chapter 9 of a book I am currently reading; Animal, Vegetable, Miracle by Barbara Kingsolver:"Most of us, male or female, work at full-time jobs that seem organized around a presumption that some wifely person is at home picking up the slack-filling in the gap between school and workday's end, doing errands only possible during business hours, meeting the expectation

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Radio, or more likely, the invention of the telephone, was perhaps an epoch in our history which signified the first recognizable steps humanity has taken onto the course where we find ourselves now. That is, beginning to shed the constraints of three-dimensionality. Of shedding the constraints of linear time. Though, we did not see it as such then. It was simply a means to make life easier.What

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A few weeks ago, I listened to Episode 53 of the C-realm podcast. During the episode, the host, KMO, spoke these words:“I'm growing increasingly skeptical of the ability of technology to solve the problems that have arisen from our unconscious and unthinking use of technology. I think what is required is not new, better, faster more impressive technology, what I think is required for us to really

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Daniel Pinchbeck explains concepts from his book 2012: The Return of Quetzalcoatl.

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“Move along son. You lack the privilege to sit here.” The words came from the back of my mind in a kind of blundered solitude. I came here to be free of this, yet the chattering voices are ubiquitous and ceaseless. No one was there, outside of my internal mind. But already the energy of the Earth had been altered. Scarred and unnaturally altered, it did not feel comfortable, nor was I welcome.I

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This is an old poem I wrote in 1999. (how the hell did we get to the point when "old" is used to describe the year 1999?) I think it's one of the better poems I wrote during that time. I never shared it with too many people. And it just so happens to almost feel more poignant now than it did when I wrote it. It's called Red Death.Red Deathmaybe we’ve grown too oldor have forgotten the game we

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Even me... I have my distractions too. And the real tragedy is, we justify our distractions to help make life seem a little more sane, when it is our distractions that are leading us to our doom.Honestly, I don't know if this can be stopped. It sure as shit won't be stopped by electing a different puppet into the White House... that whole process is just another form of distraction, another form

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The TV Reads Apathy.Today, I believed that we were living within a self-imposed, self-inflicted prison system. I believed that the media painted a picture of the rest of the world for us- it would add a little color, a little flair,and always, always dramatic music.I believed it would also focus only on certain stories-those of woe, of tragedy, of loss, death and corruption-and never (NEVER!) on

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Twenty years ago, the notion of a "live-action" Transformers film was one of the most incredible, and unbelievable thoughts to enter my eleven-year-old mind. "One day, they will be able to do it," we would say, though we couldn't possibly imagine how, unless they were to actually build vehicles that would transform into hulking robots, and even at eleven, that notion seemed somewhat far-fetched..

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Hear and see why this band is one of my favorites right now.

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More - A Short FilmCheck out the website.

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I wish more electronica was like this. Check these guys out. Shpongle is their name.

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Here's something to wrap your mind around this weekend.....This is an excerpt from a film called "Manual of Evasion LX94."Terence McKenna is one of my favorite thinkers right now. I've never heard of this film, but I need to check it out.

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Real Nightmare.Looks like it's put together by the ACLU providing a wealth of information on The REAL ID Act, as well as news updates and the like.

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... but I am not going to shut up about this particular issue. If you ask me, I am sick to death of the excuse for all these obtrusive, Big Brother-like legislations being "THE TERRORISTS THE TERRORISTS."And just so no one can accuse me of not presenting the other side of the argument (though there really isn't a very strong one!!)I'm begging all of you. Pay attention to this issue, follow the

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Throughout my life I have often times wondered how plausible it would be for me to live through the collapse of The United States. Certainly we are told that "that only happens in other countries, it would never happen to the good ol' U.S.A.!" but I'm certainly old enough to remember the collapse of the U.S.S.R., and have read about the collapse of the Roman, Spanish, English, and other Empires.

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Here is a link to a good overview of the problems with the Real ID Act.This excerpt is the part I find to be most important:"Having a national ID would promote a surveillance society that we should all dread. It would also make it even easier for identity fraudsters to ply their trade. Though we live in one of the freest countries in the world, we should be vigilant against a national ID because

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For years, I have never quite trusted that this country operates in the way it was presented to us when we were children. Call it intuition, call it what you will, I simply never believed that this shiny, glossy picture of what America is supposed to be was really what it was.Time and time again my intuition has proven to be true. What is happening now is no exception. In fact, this very well

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