Paul2eD: How did I wind up with Kate Bush’s Running Up That Hill on my iPod & her Walking the Witch on my laptop; both playing at the same time? WTF?

BobDobbs_: @Paul2eD My friend made this video: The Black and White Stripes 2 0 http://bit.ly/4Avvbz

R_A_W: Greg Archer: ‘The Vampire’s Assistant’ and 10 other reasons why we really dig vampires in 2009 http://bit.ly/G3nsq

Paul2eD: @BobDobbs_ @R_A_W  The two of you aren’t helping.

Kurt Vonnegut, Jr.: @R_A_W What is the Purpose of Life? To be the eyes and ears of the Creator of the Universe, you fool.”

LaoTzu: Something cloudy and unclear / Before existence and non-existence, / Before heaven and earth / I do not know its name / So I call it TAO

BobDobbs: Hello Kitty “Anatomy” series http://bit.ly/HorMK

DrLeary: @Paul2eD Be cool. Don’t Panic. Chaos is good. Chaos creates infinite possibilities.

Bill Maher: Repeal ‘Don’t Ask, Don’t Tell’ Because It Will Make Rush Limbaugh “Explode” (VIDEO) http://bit.ly/w3moO

Henry Miller: I am a man who pisses largely and frequently. This, they say, is a sign of great mental activity.

Steve Antczak: Moses parted the Red Sea, Oppenheimer split the atom, but “Bob” cut the crap.

Out of the void came God, the Star Maker, the Creator, the Decision Maker, the First Distinction.

Out of God came the idea of self, the consciousness without an object, the consciousness of itself without an object, the consciousness without consciousness, self.

From the consciousness without an object came the object, the first object space a space to vorticize, a space to whirl, a space to turn upon itself, a space to turn upon itself and then in addition turn upon itself in the other direction, opposite, expanding.

On the microlevel, the smallest vortex, the smallest quantum of space, the smallest of the smallest unit out of which all else would be built–the smallest vortex reproduced itself, reproduced in pairs, opposite, swinging oppositely, making sure all to balance, so that the sum over all the integral of ALL was zero, as if not real. God created AS IF, the as if conscious as real, made hardware out of software, software out of hardware, creating nothing, casting ALL to destruction back in the VOID. Everywhere the VOID. Anything, everything, all of it can dump, at any moment, any instant, any eternity, any past, any future, into the VOID to zero out SAFE PLACE.

The integral of all the summed aspects of averaging through all the new creation, is all the little vortices and their dances to make larger vortices and their dances to make still larger vortices till finally a universe.

- John C. Lilly, M.D., Simulations of God page one.

Joshua Abraham Norton (c. 1819 – January 8, 1880), the self-proclaimed His Imperial Majesty Emperor Norton I, proclaimed himself “Emperor of these United States” and subsequently “Protector of Mexico” in 1959.

Although he had no political power, and his influence extended only so far as he was humored by those around him, he was treated deferentially in San Francisco, and currency issued in his name was honored in the establishments he frequented.

During the 1860s and 1870s, there were a number of anti-Chinese demonstrations in the poorer districts of San Francisco. Ugly riots, some resulting in fatalities, broke out on several occasions. During one such incident, Norton allegedly positioned himself between the rioters and their Chinese targets, and with a bowed head started reciting the Lord’s Prayer repeatedly until the rioters dispersed without incident.

“When the Master governs, the people
are hardly aware that he exists.” -Lao Tsu

One popular story suggested that he was the son of Emperor Louis Napoleon and that his claim of coming from South Africa was a ruse to prevent persecution. Another popular story suggested that Norton was planning to marry Queen Victoria. While this claim is unsupported, Norton did write to the Queen on several occasions and he is reported to have met Emperor Pedro II of Brazil.

“You must take the bull by the tail and look the facts in the face.” – W.C. Fields

Though he was considered insane, or at least highly eccentric, the citizens of San Francisco celebrated his regal presence and his proclamations. On January 8, 1880, Norton collapsed at a street corner, and died before he could be given medical treatment. The following day, nearly 30,000 people packed the streets of San Francisco to pay homage to Norton.

“Everybody understands Mickey Mouse. Few understand Herman Hesse. Hardly anybody understands Einstein. And nobody understands Emperor Norton.” – Malaclypse the Younger

Discordian Society  

A Bridge between Pisces and Aquarius

Text by Robert Anton Wilson & Wikipedia

My job is so fucking unbelievable. I’ll try to sum it up by first telling you about the folks I work with:

First, there is this supermodel wanna-be chick. Yeah, okay, she is pretty hot, but damn is she completely useless. The girl is constantly fixing her hair or putting on makeup. She is extremely self-centered and has never once considered the needs or wants of anyone but herself. She is as dumb as a box of rocks, and I still find it surprising that she has enough brain power to continue to breathe.

The next chick is completely the opposite. She might even be one of the smartest people on the planet. Her career opportunities are endless, and yet she is here with us. She is a zero on a scale of 1 to 10. I’m not sure she even showers, much less shaves her “womanly” parts. I think she might be a lesbian, because every time we drive by the hardware store, she moans like a cat in heat.

But the jewel of the crowd has got to be the fucking stoner. And this guy is more than just your average pothead. In fact, he is baked before he comes to work, during work, and I’m sure after work. He probably hasn’t been sober anytime in the last ten years, and he’s only 22. He dresses like a beatnik throwback from the 1960’s, and to make things worse, he brings his big fucking dog to work. Every fucking day I have to look at this huge Great Dane walk around half-stoned from the second-hand smoke. Hell, sometimes I even think it’s trying to talk with its constant bellowing. Also, both of them are constantly hungry, requiring multiple stops to McDonalds and Burger King, every single fucking day.

Anyway, I drive these fucktards around in my van and we solve mysteries and shit. – prehack from reddit

The Buddhist allegory of “Indra’s Net” tells of an endless net of threads throughout the universe, the horizontal threads running through space, the vertical ones through time.  At every crossing of threads is an individual, and every individual is a crystal bead.  The great light of “Absolute Being” illuminates and penetrates every crystal bead; moreover, every crystal bead reflects not only the light from every other crystal in the net – but also every reflection of every reflection throughout the universe.

- Douglas Hofstadter – _Godel, Escher, Bach: An Eternal Golden Braid_ (1980)

“Imagine a multidimensional spider’s web in the early morning covered with dew drops. And every dew drop contains the reflection of all the other dew drops. And, in each reflected dew drop, the reflections of all the other dew drops in that reflection. And so ad infinitum. That is the Buddhist conception of the universe in an image.” –Alan Watts