Music : Gotan Project Una Musica Brutal

I’ve spent the last week mainly finishing off playing in KrÃ¥ka (acting the roles of Hærmann2 and Mann2), reading through semi-paranoid websites on diverse subjects, thinking and taking twin sister of the black widow out for a quiet dance in the annual summertime contemplation. Most of what I’ve read is pure bullshit, although quite amusing. The rest more or less confirms my own wacky theories of how the world works, what will become of it and what the hell I want to do about my life in that world. In other words, the shit they kind of ignored telling you about in school and that these days would have been quite useful to know about in advance.
Internet is rewiring our brains. That’s no strange conspiracy theory, but merely stating a fact - our brains are molded by the environment it’s exposed to and the kinds of logic that makes it tick. The internet, and computerization in general, make us think differently. Memory techniques are reorganized because we never need to remember much anymore - it’s all on some electronic device or the ‘net anyway. Many of the most basic mathematics skills are vaguely lost in the populace in general, yet awareness of more abstract mathematical concepts are increased (although they often aren’t recognized as such). Our attention spans are greatly diminished, most people in the western world acting like some kind of infernal media-zombie that need to strive for that constant information overload we all know so well. At least if we start to think about it. Our human brains are unable to cope with excessively large amounts of concurrent information, and if there’s one thing in abundance that’s information. Or as “Johnnie Five” would have expressed it: INPUT. In creating a society of knowledge we are transforming ourselves. The world at our fingertips and most of us still most of the time have our imagination wandering in the depths of love - be that expressed as sex or “socially valuable emotional empathy” (or whatever bullshit description you want for it) - in the digital world thus manifested through lots of porn and chat. Which brings me to my main motivation writing this incoherent little lump of text: My attention keep drifting off from writing this text to wondering who’s online in my contact list on the chat, wanting to press F5 in a few different websites I frequent and of course, wanting to refresh my email Inbox. I’d really like to figure out some way to save my attention from this slack - and the solution is probably found in self discipline - realizing that those are tasks not really related to my current actions (thus putting the multitasking circuitry on standby) and plainly not caring. Just a second, I just need to see what this girl wrote on the chat.
August I am starting in my new job, internship at the municipal of Lindesnes, as far south as you can get in Norway. I’ll spend two years there, working with computers and people - following those years I should be on my way towards some university in Oslo, Trondheim or Bergen in order to study psychology/pedagogics “and stuff”. All those years ago, before I gave it all up, it was quite hard to decide what I wanted to study and do for a living. Seeing as my introduction to computers was the potential for it to become a portal for even more information than my formerly obsessive book-reading habits had provided, and it remains so even today (although I still am waiting for ebook readers to introduce the last stages of our revolution - OpenInkpot seems a good starting point for the software and torrentsites like tpb has been providing knowledge ripe for plundering for quite some time, as well as pg still is growing stronger by the day with their collection of Public Domain literature) - I never really envisioned myself working purely with computers. I consider this job more like a “21. Century Handyman Education”. Am I by the way the only one who feel a little bit spooked whenever I am recalled that we’re living in a decade starting with 20’s? Our world is one of strange sights, yet we still haven’t traveled far from iron age technology. The space age had a hallmark made in plastic - our little trip to the moon sent off from a society where everything grew dependent on dinosaurs. This little issue we still don’t know quite how to settle, and while waiting for one of the thousands of proposed solutions and emerging technologies to establish themselves as science fact, there’s nothing to do but wait. The next big revolution should be one of energy, followed by one of materials. Nano- and Quantum Well technologies should assure us a safe marble for centuries to come, as long as we first of all solve our current energy crisis. Ah, and let us not forget that we’re currently living in the middle of a revolution - possibly the largest to ever occur on earth to human beings since the advent of speech. More on that in a bit.
As I was jabbering about just before I veered far off piste and into the dark wilderness of current world analysis - I have got myself a plan! Even the clusterfuck farm “collective” is edging onwards almost by itself. I probably should do more on the “Gavrilo is supposed to be a coordinating agent” -side of things, but no harm done in leaving that for later. Right? Anyway - I have figured out some goals to work towards, all I would now need to do is avoid screwing it all up again. Finds some cheap nice place to live and work hard. Couldn’t be that difficult?
Some time ago I figured out there’s probably four kind of categories I could sort most people in the world into. Or maybe really just two. There’s people I want alongside me when going into battle, and there’s people I’d like to keep as far put of my way as possible. There’s women I’d like to fuck and people that I don’t care about at all. All those I don’t know about mostly fall into the “I don’t care about” -category, and in some ways people I’d like to keep away fall into this category too. If I wouldn’t like to have you by my side in the battle you are in that other category, dude. The whole “women I’d like to fuck” -category is a bit more complicated - there’s far women that seems fuckable than it actually ends up that I’d still hit. A safe bet is that they should all also be reliable in a battle to not be on the wrong side, which means I have no choice but to be picky and find only those that could stand up for themselves. Ah, and always believe in the kindness of strangers. Always be kind to strangers. Even though it’s impossible to care about anyone till you get to know them, that doesn’t mean you shouldn’t be kind to all beings living or semi. But enough! I’ll quit these ramblings and replace them with some other ones.
Incoherent narratives and buckets of irrelevant facts are both well known modi operandi of the teedeepeerience, and there’s really no reason this tiny article should be any different. Ever wanting to make a difference in the world, I had many more or less wacky plans for improvement and exploration of human nature. Following the brief aspirations for studying Political Sciences and breakoff long before that, I’ve finally figured out all by myself that changing the world is all about changing the hearts and minds of all those living things inhabiting it.Gaia need empaths. Robots need psychiatrists. Humans need shamans.
These are amazing times to be alive, because these times all the ages collide into one big omelet. Or mess - I’m hungry so omelet it is, a consequence of finally putting all the golden eggs in the same basket, the two angels by the gates of the garden falling asleep so the Snake and the Whore steal the second fruit for our recipee and us figuring out what our gift from Prometheus really was supposed to be used for - or something. The times they are a-changing. We are all being rewired and taught to live according to a new pattern of life. Conditioning on a global level, pop in order to make you party till you drop - and then bring the charges. It’s all about love - what better mnemotic engine than that of global culture itself - pop culture is the invention of the global conspiracy to turn us all into Elohim like we were destined - or something. Maybe not, probably not. But something did push that oscillating effect into motion in global culture. The only true global superpower we are ever likely to see, the twilight chance to make it all happen. Peak oil isn’t any new discovery, neither are all other puzzle pieces of the single big picture: IF WE DO NOT CHANGE THE WORLD OF HUMANS IS GOING TO END - KILLED BY ARROGANCE AND IGNORANCE.
Sorry for writing it in caps, but it might be a rather important revelation to some people still, even after two milleniums of mad prophets professing the end of the world to be near. Our world will be around for a long time still, and we don’t need some external supernatural beings to punish nor save us. All we would need in order to save our own kind, is to evolve. Grow beyond the ignorance of the world we are nothing but a humble part of, rise above our current arrogance and disrespect for all other kinds of life. Or we’ll simply eat ourselves into famine, pestilence and death. Fine by me if you don’t want to change, I’ll just have to kill you eventually if that’s how you want to play. Our common reality is nothing but a spell, a dream, a synthetic syncronicity - pop culture is a way to infiltrate that spell with backdoors and hooks that we can insert our own social conditioning and thus are empowered to change our own world. Reality has been cracked, hacked and reverse engineered - now available under the GPL in a moment of clarity wherever you want. Now, imagine for a moment that all of us simultaneously realized this through irrefutable proof - that we all got a simultaneous performance show by the Beatles and Aleister Crowley hosted by Bill Hicks in full 120bit colour/sound/mind/whatever resolution where they advertised the more fun ways to alter reality - and then donated each of us a copy of the manpages for our reality. Or maybe simply some big comet crashes into earth November 2012, fetching few left over from Heavens Gate that weren’t too impatient to actually wait. Or I might be just too imaginative and full of bullshit. Which brings me back to the US Government and the Internet.
Syncronicity works. If you’re in doubt please steal “the Lone Gunmen” and watch it right now if you haven’t already. Please let me then remind you that the lone gunmen aren’t these three guys any more. The lone gunmen are us. And there’s no big conspiracy out to get us - we ARE the conspiracy. Advocates of change. Only reason I am pushing the series is that I think universally anyone, even the most unengaged bahbahmind would at least let a little brainbug set itself free and trigger the growth of something else, something beautiful and sincere. A little black angel?
The layers of disinformation are too thick and intermingled to care dealing with unless you puzzle around with impossible problems as a hobby. Just leave it alone and start getting your act together instead. Think survival (better to be a bit paranoid than very much dead) and cooperation (if we all stick together without being dependent on each other, there’s no stopping this). Get informed! And realize that most of the information should be treated with a handful of salt before digestion.
Of course, most of you already knew this. And for all of you that didn’t?
FNORD!